I am reborn as a lord in Rome

A few days later, Woolley returned to Seneca City, where he once again lived in the shabby, strange-smelling room of the Mauve's Tavern. Of course he could have gone to a better hotel, but he preferred it because the Mauff Tavern was actually the safest hotel in the whole of Seneca - no thief would want to try his luck in this poor hitch place, which meant that not only did it mean you were likely to lose money, but you also ran the risk of being beaten up by a bunch of drunken guys who had nothing to do.

When he was about to leave the house the next day, Woolley yelled at while nibbling on the bread he hadn't eaten last night: "I don't understand, how can a world that can be made of such a thing as a parchment book be so primitive? Is this the sign of the slavery era? I have to complain every time I am convenient, and even I am annoyed by myself, you know?"

didn't even understand a word, and after watching Woolley leave with the package on his back, he shrugged his shoulders and explained to the drinkers who were still looking at him: "Oh, it's wonderful, just now Master Woolley of the Grimm family diligently recited an opera for me, do you know the opera? It was a thing that the priests of Assyria recited when they prayed for blessings in the temple, sacred, wonderful, so that I, well, have an endless aftertaste, but unfortunately you can't understand it, because you haven't heard ...... it."

However, Mofu, Young Master Wu Lai's expression seemed to be very angry. A drinker said.

Disdain quickly appeared on's face: "Jiman, Young Master Wu Lai's expression is imitating the gods, you don't understand." No

matter where in the world, tickets, houses, cars, wives, and face are considered indispensable by Woolley, and in these goals, Woolley's first choice for Woolley, who still retains the traditional concept, is naturally the house, in Woolley's memory, his grandmother once said such a sentence: "With a house, all other things are left to find a stutter." Woolley

thought so.

Every once in a while, Seneca City sells houses, but don't think it's a real estate boom, it's a war. In every battle between the Assyrians and the Hulets, a handful of nouveau riche emerged in Seneca, either because they had made a fortune on the battlefield, such as looting, or because they were presented with a bag of money before cutting off the head of their opponent. It's a well-established rule of the battlefield where the losing side can buy their own life from the butcher's knife of the other side with money, and this rule of the battlefield has even been sublimated to an infinitely sacred ritual so close that both sides are willing to accept it, and will never break the contract after completing the ritual - The person who accepts the money bag will happily let the opponent leave, and will not kill the killer because he can also get the money bag by hacking the opponent to death, and the party who offers the money bag will not attack when the other party turns around after accepting the money bag to take back the money bag.

When Woolley's drunkard father told Woolley about this, Woolley felt a little unbelievable, and then he began to feel a little unimpressed.

"If it were me, I wouldn't do that, how stupid. Woolley said to the drunkard dad at the time.

The drunkard father looked at Wu Lai in shock for a long time, and then warned Wu Lai in a rare serious tone: "No, if one day you also set foot on the battlefield, you must follow this rule, remember my words, that can save your life, and you can also spare a life that does not deserve to die."

But even if there are such battlefield rules, death is inevitable, maybe there is no time to "hold a ceremony", or take it lightly thinking that the next moment you can become the person who collects the money bag, or even, it may be that you forgot to carry the money bag when you go out of the camp to fight, or you lose it because the battle is too fierce, so the house that originally belonged to the battlefield dead is empty with the nouveau riche.

There are many reasons for this, but it is usually the wife of the deceased who moves with her to another house with a slave to live with other people, usually a comrade-in-arms of a fallen soldier on the battlefield, or a small nobleman or wealthy merchant who has coveted her for a long time, and these widows all have the same reason - living in an old house will make them look at things and think about people, and then most of them will die in grief.

Woolley knew it was a lame excuse, but he also knew that it was foolish to expect women to be loyal to their husbands in this world, because that was simply impossible, and women would always need a man's care and comfort, and even if they didn't, they needed a man to provide them with food, clothing, shelter and transportation.

This is the kind of house that Woolley wants to buy, because such a house usually sells in a hurry, so it is often sold for less than the original cost, and if you are lucky, you may even get a "gift" from one or two slaves.

But Woolley was just over twelve years old, more than a year away from the standard of fourteen years of age specified in the Assyrian Code, so he was not yet qualified to sign a contract, but that didn't mean he couldn't buy a house. Because Woolley had already thought of a way.

More than three hours later, Woolley, who had already seen the house, appeared at the Seneca slave market. It was actually a series of wooden huts built in the open field, where the poorly clothed slaves ate and lived, waiting to be sold like goods on the shelves. The number of slaves in the wooden sheds remained at about 100 all year round, because the slave traders felt that if it was less than this number, it might make the market decay, but if it exceeded this number too much, it would increase the pressure on the slave traders.

Woolley seems to walk very casually, but in fact secretly searching for his target, of course, his target is not a slave, but a slave trader, he needs a broker who can speak well, in Seneca City, the lowliest broker is naturally a slave trader.

Today's slave market is deserted, and the slave traders sit helplessly in front of the wooden shed, occasionally raising their eyelids to look at the passers-by, or raising their whips in their hands, shouting to make the male slaves who show off their muscles and the female slaves who twist their waists to peddle their flirtatious spirits work harder.

Although there were more than a dozen slave traders in the slave market, none of them took the initiative to greet Woolley, who in their eyes was nothing more than an ordinary freeman child, and eighty percent of the slave traders came to the slave market to see the unclothed female slaves—often children of Woolley's age did so.

After two turns, Woolley walked over to a slave trader, who he caught the agitation on his face and guessed the cause of the agitation - the slave trader had sixteen slaves in his wooden shed, indicating that his business was not as good as he had expected.

When he saw Woolley approaching, a trace of doubt crossed the slave trader's eyes.

"Excuse me, how much does this slave cost?" asked Woolley casually pointing to a strong male slave.

"No kidding, kid. The slave trader shook his head with a wry smile, and the slave traders around him who noticed the scene immediately burst into laughter.

"I'm serious. "I guess you didn't understand my identity, my name is Woolley Glindo, and my father is Simon Glindo, the owner of the Glindo estate, which means that I am an Assyrian citizen with status. In the Assyrian legal code, the Assyrians were divided into citizens and freemen (commoners), and although the law did not give citizens too many privileges, it was enough for them to proudly raise their chins and speak in front of the freemen. Incidentally, slaves were the property of their masters, not a class, both in Assyria and in any of the world's domains.

The slave trader was stunned for a moment, then squeezed out a smile, and asked pretending to be relaxed: "Then how old is Young Master Wu Lai?

"I just need you to answer my question, you should know that as a citizen, familiarizing yourself with the Code of Law and the Temple Code is something you should do before the age of eight. Woolley said that he was right, at least in the Assyrian realm, the Assyrian legal code had the same characteristics as the divine texts.

"Well, he's strong, he's going to fix houses and make wheels, and he's very obedient, so the price is a little higher, one hundred and twenty silver coins. "The slave trader deliberately said a very high price.

"No, you're cheating, a slave like him, at most sixty silver coins. Woolley smiled and said, "Although you lied once, I still hope that you can sincerely answer my next question, how much can you earn by selling him?"

"No, this is my secret, Master Woolley, even if you are a nobleman, you have no right to inquire about ......" The slave trader's words came to an abrupt end as he saw the money bag suddenly raised in Woolley's hand.

"Your business has been very bad these days, I've seen that you have the most slaves in this market, and I guess you probably want to make a lot of money, so you put all your capital into it, and you don't even have enough money for living, right?" Woolley's face showed childlike cunning.

The slave trader was silent, a little surprised, for Woolley was right.

"Thirty silver coins, sign a contract for me. Woolley leaned in close to the slaver and lowered his voice, "If you agree, then say your name, and if not, I'll find someone else." "

Hera, my name is Hera, Venerable Young Master Woolly. The slave trader hurriedly replied that thirty silver coins were not a lot, but he needed to sell at least three or more slaves to get them, and now he could get them by signing a contract, so there was no reason not to agree.

"Very well, I like what you just called me, keep it up, now, come with me. Woolley raised his purse.

"Yes, Venerable Young Master Woolley. Hara smiled and snorted.

Before noon the next day, Woolley received two contracts from Hara, who had just walked out of the temple. One was the deed of purchase of the house, which Woolley had for four thousand silver coins for Hora to buy a two-story stone building with a courtyard at the foot of Mount Bigg, north of Seneca City, and the cost of signing the deed at the temple and the payment to Hera for a total of four thousand and fifty silver coins.

Woolley didn't have that many ready-made silver coins on hand, but fortunately he didn't need to pay the money now - according to Seneca City's custom, the purchase of a house only needs to be paid as a deposit of 10%, and the remaining 90% can be paid on the day of receiving the house, after all, the original owner of the house has to allow a few days to move.

But that doesn't mean Woolley has plenty of time to raise money – under normal circumstances, it would take only three days for the original owner of the house to move the house, even removing dispensable and worthless ornaments from the walls.

The second contract signed by Hola is a gift contract, and the content of the contract is that Hola gave the house purchased in the first contract to Woolly for free, so that Woolley became the owner of the house, yes, justifiably.