Roman Slave Owner

Among them are Celts, Germans, Syrians, and Carthaginians, but they are all strong, tall and mighty, muscular like a bodybuilder.

After watching their training for a while, Li Wei waved his hand and said, "Everyone stop."

These gladiators all stopped. They looked at Li Wei with a little indifference, and some even showed a faint disdain, but none of them dared to disobey Li Wei's order.

"Now I announce a very important decision. All gladiators who win ten games can become free slaves. He will be given the clan name of Bocius and become a member of the family's guard."

Levi said loudly.

The scene fell silent for a while, and everyone looked at Li Wei in shock.

Is he crazy? How could you say such a thing?

To free gladiator slaves on such a large scale?

Moreover, he is a good fighter among gladiators. Although it is easy to win more than ten games, in many cases, people will die if they fail. This is a real battle with their lives. Just calculate the probability to know how difficult it is.

Li Wei looked at the crowd with some embarrassment, shouldn't there be applause at this time?

"Don't you want to?"

Li Wei touched his nose and said.

"Master, are you telling the truth?"

Said a gladiator who was about 1.8 meters tall, with short black hair and scars all over his body.

"Of course it is true, Dole. You have participated in the wrestling for a total of three years. As long as you are willing to sign the contract, you will be free."

Levi said.

"Thank you...Master. I, Dole, will definitely defend the honor of the Li Wei family with the sword in my hand. If I break this oath, I will fall into hell forever."

The gladiator fell to his knees with excitement, tears streaming down his eyes.

How many years?

Since becoming a gladiator, he has become almost numb, because there is no hope of freedom.

Those who were able to get free were rare. He had heard of only a few cases in the whole of Capua, and there was not a single case in recent years.

"Thank you master... I, Otto, am willing to defend the honor of the family with the sword in my hand. If I break this oath, let me..."

"I, Cassius, am willing to defend the honor of the family with the sword in my hand. If I break this oath, let me..."

More and more gladiators took their knees, whether they qualified or not.

Even if the conditions are not met now, there will be such a day in the future sooner or later.

"After becoming free slaves, you must become members of the family guards, be absolutely loyal to the family, and serve until you are 40 years old. The family will pay you 10 silver coins of dinars every month, and you will be in charge of food and housing. After 40 years old, you Then you will get real freedom! Are you willing?"

Levi said.

The dinar is one of the common currencies of ancient Rome. There are copper dinars and silver dinars, and their sizes are always changing.

At present, a dinar silver coin is about 3.9 grams and is worth 4 sesterces or 16 as.

The annual salary of a serving Roman soldier is about 112.5 dinars, which means that Li Wei paid more than the Roman soldier.

Moreover, the Roman soldiers didn't care about eating. They also needed to pay for food, and sometimes they were not full.

"willing!"

"Of course I would!"

"..."

In their eyes, Li Wei has become the most benevolent master in Rome, although this master looks a little stupid.

If they think about it differently, they will never let go of even a single slave.

There was a confident smile on the corner of Li Wei's mouth, and he waved his hand: "Go and prepare, I will hand over the official documents to the officials in Capua. By the way, you have to pay the slave tax yourself,

If you have no money, you can borrow it from me first. "

All the gladiators cheered, and some directly shaved off their hair with the sword in their hands.

Each free slave would shave his hair and wear a special felt hat to show his status as a free slave.

The rookies among the gladiators looked at them enviously, and at the same time made up their minds that they must win the next gladiator matches and strive for more than ten victories.

Just as Li Wei was about to leave, a burly man with a whip came over.

"Dear master, you have given them freedom, so what about the family's income? In this way, the family will go bankrupt, and I firmly oppose this."

This big man is the gladiator trainer Carus, who once won the title of God of War in Capua.

Because of his age, he became the gladiator coach in the family.

Hearing this, those gladiators all looked at him with cannibalistic eyes.

Such a rare opportunity, if they lose their freedom again because of his persuasion, they vowed to kill him.

"We will get a new income channel, the family's income will increase greatly, and the family will buy more slave gladiators for training, you don't have to worry about that."

Levi said.

Carus felt that Li Wei was too messy, and he was about to continue persuading him, but Li Wei's next sentence directly plunged him into ecstasy.

"By the way, you should also prepare. Congratulations, Carus, you are free from now on, but you will continue to be in charge of the gladiator training tasks."

Levi said.

"What did you say...Master...I didn't hear clearly just now."

Carus opened his eyes wide and stammered.

Did he hear right? He is free? ? ?

Is he not dreaming?

"In view of your contribution to the family, you are free from now on, remember to sign a contract later, otherwise it will not count."

Li Wei patted his shoulder lightly and said.

"I... I... free."

As if struck by a bolt of lightning, Carus was completely stunned, tears streaming down from his eyes unstoppably.

After so many years of devotion to the family, it finally came to fruition.

"Thank you...Master."

Carus knelt down and kowtowed a few times.

When he looked up, he found that Li Wei had already left here.

In a bright room, Li Wei wrote a contract on a piece of papyrus.

Papyrus is made from the stem of an aquatic plant of the Nile, which is sliced ​​and a layer of vertical fibers is placed on top of a horizontal layer.

Finally, hammer the two layers together and stick them together with their own plant glue. After drying, the surface can be polished.

This kind of paper is far from the ancient Chinese paper, and it is not easy to preserve. Li Wei feels that he has discovered another way to make money.

He decided to formulate a harsh contract, allowing them to work hard for themselves. If they don't work, they must pay sky-high compensation.

Although this kind of treaty is too much, I believe that every slave in Rome will rush to sign this kind of contract if he breaks his scalp.

There were footsteps outside, and soon Yulia appeared in front of him with two timid slaves on her long legs.