Huh? Are they all real?...

The man felt his mouth was dry.

He felt as if he had been thrown into two enormous whirlpools, bobbing up and down.

After a long struggle, he lowered his head and said:

"That's stupid! You can't possibly win. You lost thirteen years ago!"

But looking at that hand that still hadn't let go.

After taking a deep breath, the man still grasped it:

"Okay, what are you going to do?"

Thirteen years ago, he was confident of winning, so he invested all his savings.

Thirteen years later, he knew he was bound to lose, but he still bet everything he had on it.

The address is still "Moen," but it is no longer out of awe of status, but out of respect for character.

"I want to know who is most likely to rebel, and who is most capable of rebelling?"

The man said without hesitation:

"Gladiators! Rome has countless arenas and at least a million gladiators. They are all slaves, and the most powerful slaves in terms of fighting ability."

"They were the main force in the resistance thirteen years ago."

The several Romes in the Old World shared a common origin. Although they did not recognize each other's legitimacy, many people, including themselves, referred to these several Romes collectively as Rome.

Gladiator Revolt?

I like!

Moen nodded and smiled:

"So where should I go if I want to buy a gladiator?"

“Augustus Training Hall, that’s the largest gladiator training hall in Capua.”

"Then let's go there!"

Although the gladiators launched a great rebellion thirteen years ago.

However, the successful suppression and the fact that gladiator culture was indeed one of Rome's pillar industries contributed to this.

Therefore, the existence of gladiators was preserved.

They were simply placed under stricter surveillance.

As a result, many gladiator training halls have become state-owned.

However, human relationships are important everywhere, and Capua is no exception, especially in Capua's largest gladiator training hall.

Despite the turmoil of thirteen years ago, the Augustus Training Hall remained private and has stood to this day.

Deep within the Augustus Training Hall, the hall's owner sat in his recliner, scrutinizing the sudden arrival of Moen and the man.

He knew men, so he smiled directly at Moen:

Quintus! I never expected to see you again.

Quintus Horace Fracus, that is the man's full name.

Quintus, having put the collar back on, bowed slightly in respect.

He did not speak, because slaves were not allowed to answer without going around their masters.

After glancing with amusement at Quintus, who had gone from governor to slave, the training hall master finally looked at Moen seriously and said:

"So who are you? What brings you here?"

Moen did not answer directly, but instead glanced at the two shirtless, burly men behind the other party.

"Those are gladiators?"

The training center owner turned around and said:

"Yes, they are among my best gladiators."

How many gladiators like that do you have?

"Three hundred and twenty-one, each of them a carefully selected soldier."

He said this with great pride.

This was a family business passed down through generations, and it was his greatest achievement in life.

To his surprise, the other party actually spoke directly:

"I want to buy them all."

The training center owner's face darkened slightly, and the people present stirred up a commotion.

That sounds like someone trying to stir up trouble.

"Sir, if there's nothing else, please leave. I have no interest in talking to someone like you."

He only came to meet them because the other party brought a high-ranking slave like Quintus.

It's not like the other party is still making jokes and causing trouble.

Moen waved his hand, signaling Quintus to take out the item.

It was a Tyre purple ribbon.

Tyrian purple is the most prized purple in Rome and even in the world today.

It is also known as true purple.

Things that require this are usually very precious.

Especially the sash, which is a symbol with special meaning.

"I heard that the owner of the Augustus Training Center wants to get involved in politics, but has been struggling to find the right entry point?"

The owner of the training center said noncommittally:

"Yes, but so what? I have several of these sashes."

"Moreover, those were gifts given to our training center by successive rulers of Capua and even His Majesty the Emperor!"

Moen laughed:

"But this is Augustus's sash!"

The training center owner shook his head and smiled as usual:

"Perhaps I didn't explain it clearly, but one of the sashes in our training hall was a gift from Augustus."

"I am referring to Augustus of the Holy Roman Republic."

The training center owner's voice suddenly stopped.

He looked at the purple ribbon in disbelief.

"how to prove?"

"His own handwriting is on the sash. I think someone of your status should be able to find a reliable appraiser, right?"

Quintus then displayed the name that had only recently been written on to everyone.

To be honest, he admitted he almost choked when he saw Moen casually replace the ribbon with another one in Augustus's handwriting and casually write his name on it.

Then, amidst the venue owner's swallowing sounds, the best appraiser in the entire Capua rushed over.

At first glance, he felt that this thing was likely a fake.

It's too new.

But when he saw the handwritten note, his furrowed brows and disdainful look instantly changed.

He kept rubbing his eyes, and then repeatedly put in eye drops.

Finally, after confirming that it was indeed Augustus's own handwriting, he excitedly held the ribbon and kissed it repeatedly.

"The Primordial One is real! It really is!"

It is said that Augustus had three Tyrian purple ribbons, but they all disappeared with the fall of Rome.

Unexpectedly, he was able to see one of them in his lifetime.

Seeing the other party's actions, the venue owner quickly took it from their hands.

This is his, what if he ruins it by kissing it?

After confirming several times that it wasn't broken or stained, he asked, still somewhat incredulous:

"So this is true?"

The appraiser looked reluctantly at the sash that had been taken away and said:

"Of course it's real, it's undoubtedly an authentic work by Augustus."

"But isn't it too new? It looks like it was made just last month?"

The appraisal expert sneered:

"It's normal for it to be new. This is Augustus's sash. If you got it, wouldn't you do everything you could to keep it exactly as it was? If you still don't believe me, Hal! Come here!"

The prophet named Hal immediately stepped forward.

This made Moen take another look at him. He remembered that when he first went to the Eastern Commercial Union to sell the Shang and Zhou Dynasty artifacts he had made just last week, it was a prophet named Hal who was responsible for confirming them.

However, because this Hal had the master's introduction as a stepping stone, he immediately fed himself a bunch of potions.

Only after all preparations were complete did they raise their hands to begin the appraisal, which was also the prophecy.

"Tell me if this is Augustus's sash!"

As soon as he finished speaking, this Hal, just like the Hal before him, fell asleep immediately.

Seeing the fallen prophet, the arena owner reached out to Moen without further hesitation:

"This training facility is yours!"

“Training hall? No, I want your gladiators. I want to take them south to challenge other gladiators.”

Capua is the capital of Eastern Rome, so it's not suitable to start operations there directly.

The venue owner was even happier to hear this.

"Ah, then I'll prepare the customs clearance documents, carriage, and food for you right away!"

Gladiators are not allowed to use airships, a means of rapid movement; this is the only restriction that Rome still seriously adheres to.

Chapter 238 He didn't leave behind many belongings, mine is one of them (3k4)

The gladiators were led away from Capua by Moen, who was puzzled.

Meanwhile, in the carriage on the road, Quintus stared blankly at Moen, who was examining the map of Dongluo.

After a long while, Moen finally looked at him and said:

"What are you trying to say, friend?"

Quintus, finally snapping out of his daze, said in a daze:

"So, you really are?"

If identical handwriting can be a forgery, then how do we explain the fallen prophet?

So the most likely explanation is that the other party is genuine?!

Quintus's biggest thought right now is—no, are you serious?!

A mixture of shock, absurdity, and surprise made up his complex emotions at that moment.

Moen laughed:

"Is it really Augustus Julius? Didn't I already say so?"

"No, I really, you actually, this is really..."

Overwhelmed with shock, the man, who had once served as a consul and participated in a slave revolt, was speechless.

Moen simply smiled at this and then continued to examine the map.