Huh? Are they all real?...

The businessman scratched his head and said:

"To be honest, sir, I can't imagine what it would be like if no one were watching over the ducks for me day and night."

"So, can you imagine yourself as a slave?"

The merchant paused for a moment, then said:

"It seems that's not possible either, sir."

Chapter 235 The Slaves of Capua (3k)

After bidding farewell to the duck merchant, Moen went straight into what was said to be the largest slave trading guild in Capua.

The moment Moen entered, a beautiful woman wearing a jeweled necklace came forward to greet him.

It was obvious that she was a slave, because she wore a symbol of slavery around her neck.

To have slaves introduce slaves is like having pigs introduce pigs.

It was somewhat absurd, yet perfectly logical, that it appeared before Moen.

But before the beautiful female slave could get close...

A middle-aged man dressed in Toga called out to her and walked straight up to Moen.

"Hello, sir, welcome to the Augustus Trade Association!"

Having been in business for many years, he had long since learned how to identify truly important clients.

For example, the person in front of me, although not dressed in fancy clothes and not the great figure I remember.

But he was wearing three rings!

He didn't know what the gold ring in the middle, engraved with strange inscriptions, was, nor did he think it was an extraordinary item.

However, the two rings worn on either side of this gold ring are different.

The silver and gold shimmering light is like the embodiment of the moon and power.

This is absolutely a very, very high-quality ring, so high-quality that even he couldn't tell its origin or material.

An undisputed distinguished guest, such a person is clearly not someone a few foolish slaves should be entertaining.

Moen glanced at him a few times. The so-called toga was a white garment usually made of a large piece of wool fabric, covering the part of the body from the shoulders to the feet.

Nowadays, the toga is essentially a symbol of status, and only high-ranking Roman male citizens can wear it.

Clearly, he couldn't be a slave; he must be someone in charge or something similar here.

"Augustus? You actually used Augustus's name as the name of your trading company?"

The man wearing the toga lowered his head and chuckled:

"It's just a humble name from someone who came before me, esteemed sir."

This name is a symbol of their chamber of commerce's strength.

Few other chambers of commerce are qualified to use this name.

"May I ask which Augustus it is?"

"Of course it's Augustus Julius, the great man who initiated the glory of Holy Rome!"

I?

That's kind of funny.

Moen smiled and said:

"If it's the first Augustus, then what I remember is that he personally abolished slavery?"

"How could he possibly bestow a name upon your chamber of commerce?"

The man, who was suddenly choked, was a little embarrassed.

But he still smiled and said:

"Sir, our names do indeed come from this lord, but it was Augustus III the Great of our Eastern Roman Empire who bestowed these names upon us!"

This statement was both a reply to Moen and a way of telling him that their merchant guild had royal connections, and that he should be careful.

Because Moen's answer was somewhat unfriendly.

Moen simply smiled, leaving it unclear whether he had truly understood the other person's meaning.

After glancing at the magnificent guild hall, Moen said:

"Introduce me to your slaves."

The man also laughed:

"What kind of slaves do you want? A housekeeper, a handyman, a manager, or..."

The man approached Moen and asked with a knowing smile:

"Sex slaves? Sir, I'm not bragging, but although our sex slaves aren't the best, they're definitely among the most famous and influential in the entire Old World! Many, many adults have praised our slaves highly."

"for example."

The man snapped his fingers at the female slave who had just stepped forward to greet Moen.

The other person immediately took off their clothes.

It displays a healthy, taut body.

And as the man's fingers circled, she turned around to show off everything about herself.

She was so used to things that most women would find extremely objectionable that it bordered on terrifying.

"Sir, these are just very basic goods among our slaves. So, what do you want?"

As the man stopped moving, the beautiful female slave also stopped, but she didn't put on any clothes and just stood there for everyone to see.

Several customers around her stopped and stared at her body and appearance.

Soon after, a man stepped forward and assaulted her.

She silently endured it, and even voluntarily bowed to cooperate.

A moment later, looking at the female slave whose expression remained unchanged, the man smiled with satisfaction:

"This is it! How much?"

"Twenty gold coins, Mr. Cardas, but for you, fifteen gold coins will suffice!"

"No need, just twenty. I didn't come here for this discount."

The man who had taken over laughed and tossed a bag to the female slave next to him.

The other party immediately brought a chain, put a collar on the still naked female slave, and handed her to the man.

Have them lead the other party to complete the transfer agreement.

But the man simply grabbed the female slave's chin, looked at her playfully for a few moments, and then chuckled:

"I'll take this one too. How much?"

The man standing next to Moen bowed slightly and smiled:

"Ah, this one's cheaper, eighteen!"

The other party took out another bag and handed it to the new female slave, saying:

"Haha, I'll round it up for you, twenty coins. Alright, my new slave, here's your money, go get you a chain too!"

The female slave bowed respectfully, with a hint of fear in her eyes, and left.

Soon after, the man led the two of them backstage.

After this brief incident, the slave trader continued to smile at Moen:

"Sir, so which one do you want?"

Although he was asking a question, he already knew the answer, because he noticed that Moen's gaze was constantly following the two female slaves who had just been led away.

Therefore, at his suggestion, one female slave has brought in a new female slave.

The newly arrived female slave wore a beaded veil made of gemstones. The shimmering brilliance of the gems further emphasized her considerable value.

Her figure was tall and upright, like an elegant bamboo swaying gently in the breeze, exuding a unique charm.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, her delicate features like a work of art meticulously sculpted by a master, every line perfectly proportioned.

Her allure is like a datura flower blooming in the dark night, exuding a dangerous yet seductive aura that makes people want to get closer, yet they are also inadvertently stunned by her mystery.

Even if someone claims she's an elf, it's just a claim that can only be refuted by ear.

"Sir, these are the best slaves our chamber of commerce currently has in stock. Of course, we have a few more like these, but they're all pretty much the same. As for even better ones, well, you might be able to find some if you come back in the next day or two."

"That's not what I want."

"No? Then what kind of slave do you want?"

The businessman was a little surprised. He knew very well the guest's wealth, because those two rings alone were enough to prove everything.

That's why he specifically asked someone to bring one of the best items from their chamber of commerce, and it turned out...?

"Knowledge, I want a slave who is very knowledgeable, preferably very familiar with Roman history. If you don't have one, then tell me who does."

this?

The merchant was somewhat surprised, but still found it amusing:

"Sir, we are not the best slave trading guild in the Eastern Roman Empire, but we are the largest, and by largest, we mean we have the most complete supply of goods!"

Another snap of the fingers was made.

A new slave was led in.

It was a middle-aged man, and he was also wearing a toga.

“Sir, this man was once a governor, albeit a governor of a small place. But he is undoubtedly the slave who best suits your needs.”

"However, the price is a bit high, because knowledge is wealth."

Moen ignored the merchant and instead asked the slave dressed in Toga:

How many Augustuses were there in total?

The slave said directly:

"There were a total of 127 Augustus in history. In our Eastern Roman Empire, there were 31."

"How many people truly deserve this title?"

"Only seven."

"I'm asking how many digits you think there are?"

The slave looked up at Moen and said:

“One!”

Moen smiled and asked the merchant beside him:

"It's him!"

"Seven thousand three hundred gold coins. If it's you, I can just waive the three hundred. So, do you want to buy it?"

A beautiful female slave costs only a dozen or twenty gold coins, while a knowledgeable slave costs nearly ten thousand gold coins.

It seems this man really knows a lot.

Moen said directly:

Do you support barter?

"Sir, we accept anything of value."

Even knowing it was impossible, the merchant couldn't help but look at Moen's two rings.

This thing is absolutely amazing.

Noticing his gaze, Moen smiled:

"Don't even think about it. I dare to give it to you, but you probably wouldn't dare to accept it."