Chapter 372 About the Dionysian Slaves

Latest website: Press and hold, Publius began to adapt gradually, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he felt a kind of comfortable fatigue after exercise, so he couldn't help but want to fall asleep.

At this moment, the servant began to pat him on the back with both hands, which brought him back to his senses immediately. After a while, he turned to massaging his head, and Publius closed his eyes slightly, intoxicated again.

When the man stopped massaging, he had a feeling of unfinished business.

"Sir, I'll rub your back next." After the servant finished speaking, he spread a clean cloth on his back and began to push and rub hard.

This is a completely different feeling from the previous massage and slapping. While Publius felt it carefully, the dirt on his body was also rubbed off his skin one by one.

The servant turned to the wall and took off the copper pot, opened the lid, and poured the liquid inside on Publius little by little.

Publius smelled the familiar smell and asked, "Is this olive oil?"

"Yes, my lord." The servant explained to him: "Because you just soaked in hot water and fumigated, although it helps blood flow and removes dirt, it also causes a lot of water loss in your body. With olive oil, it will protect your skin..."

After listening to Publius, he sighed: "I didn't expect every step in this bathroom to be very learned?!"

"It has been almost 20 years since His Majesty established the hot spring baths. Bathing has become a part of the life of the Turians, and it is still being developed and improved..." Tibrus said proudly: "Just take them before As far as massage is concerned, it’s not just random massages, they are all trained by the Tuliyi Hospital and only after passing the assessment can they be sent here.”

"Oh?" Publius' original judgment was shaken by Tibrus' words: "Aren't they slaves?"

"It's a slave, but not an ordinary slave." Tiburius' answer, pretending to be mysterious, made Publius even more curious.

Before he could ask, the servant who massaged him took the initiative to answer: "Sir, we are from Egypt, descendants of the combination of Egyptians and Greeks..."

While speaking, the servant pushed and rubbed Publius with another clean cloth, so that the olive oil would spread all over his body as soon as possible and seep into his skin. Since his movements were much gentler than before, it did not affect their speech.

Although I have never been to Egypt,

But Publius knew about this far-flung country, and had heard that people there were dark-skinned, but the two were fairly normal in skin tones, apparently because of mixed blood. At this time, Rome had not yet left the Western Mediterranean, even if it was like Pubu The patriarch of a large clan like Lius had never owned Egyptian slaves, so he did not understand: Why are Egyptian slaves not common?

But if he goes to the big slave market, which is bustling every day, in the east of the outer city of Turiyi, he will know that the price of ordinary Egyptian slaves is much higher than that of slaves of other races, which is caused by demand: First of all, Egyptian male slaves are excellent farmers and herdsmen, while female slaves are smart and well-behaved, and know how to teach people how to dress up; secondly, Egyptian slaves are extremely worshipful of gods, have a gentle personality, and can be submissive, which is relatively safe; The two are far apart, and there has never been a conflict between the two. Naturally, there is no hatred. The Egyptian slaves have nothing to do with the races and forces around Dionia. It is a foreign VIP, and safety is the most important; secondly, you need to be able to speak Greek, and your skin should not be too dark, so as not to scare some mountain race messengers who have never seen the world, so they chose the mixed blood of Egypt and Greece. slave.

"How many years have you been here in Turii?" Tibrus asked again casually.

"It's been more than 4 years!" The younger slave said with a bit of resentment: "According to our past performance, we would be free after last year's Hattis celebration, but officials from the slave management office told us that due to The war has led to a shortage of labor, and the release of slaves in the kingdom will be suspended once. By this year’s festival, the number of free slaves will be doubled, and we will also be given some compensation. But if it comes to October, the war is still going on—”

"Winnover, don't talk too much, get a good massage!" The slave who was massaging Publius interrupted him and pleaded softly: "Two adults, his daughter had a fever yesterday and is being treated in the hospital. My mood has been affected a bit, I hope you don't take it to heart."

Tibrus looked up at the slave standing beside him, until he became terrified, and then slowly said: "Since you have been in Turii for more than 4 years, and you are in this Kingdom Hotel again , then you should know what our kingdom of Dionia makes these messengers most admire?"

The servant was a little nervous and didn't know what to say for a while, but the older servant hurriedly replied, "It's to keep the promise."

"That's right, it's keeping promises!" Tibrus said in a deep voice: "What the Slave Management Office said was a decision made by the Senate, don't worry, you will be restored to your freedom by this year's celebration, and you will definitely be compensated. In addition, Your massage skills are very good, and we have nothing to dislike."

After hearing this, the two slaves were full of gratitude and thanked them continuously.

The young slave also said excitedly: "Sir, I will give you another massage!"

Tibrus waved his hand and said, "No, it's time to shave me."

The young servant had no choice but to turn around and take the curved blunt blade from the wall and aim it at Tiblos's back.

Publius was startled and shouted urgently: "Stop, what do you want to do?!"

Tibrus laughed and said, "Don't be nervous, Lord Publius. This thing is used to scrape off the oil and dirt from your body. This is the last step in the bathroom massage."

"Really?" Publius was skeptical, but soon he experienced that scratching his body with such a dull blade not only didn't hurt, but instead had a comfortable feeling.

After the massage was over, the slave helped the two of them stand up and opened the wooden door on the side.

When leaving the room, Tibrus also specifically said to the young servant, "May Hades bless your daughter and recover soon!"

The slave was immediately excited and thanked Tibrus once again.

Leaving the sight of the slaves, Publius couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "Tibrus, you are too kind to these slaves!"

Tibrus said sternly: "Lord Publius, I know that you Romans are strict with slaves, but I advise you to change your attitude towards slaves in the future, because in Dionia, the safety of slaves' lives is subject to Protected by law, the kingdom has also set up a special department to manage them—”

"Slave Administration?" Publius blurted out the new term he had just heard.

"Yes, both kingdom slaves and private slaves must be registered at the slave management office and subject to supervision. Not only that, if you abuse slaves, you will be condemned by the people, and your political agenda will also be affected, because you pay attention to fairness. The just God of Hades protects them.

In addition, the kingdom is not like Rome. Slaves will not be slaves forever. As long as slaves have ambitions, work hard, become free, become citizens of Dionia, pass exams, hold public office, and finally become ministers of the kingdom... this is all possible. Several of the officials who came to Rome this time were once slaves. The Minister of Commerce, Marigi, who was trusted by His Majesty in the Senate, was also once a slave, so don't humiliate slaves at will! …”

Publius was impressed.

"By the way, my lord, how did you feel after the massage?" Tibrus asked.

"My whole body is sore..." Publius moved his hands and feet and said, "But... it's really comfortable. I almost fell asleep just now, and now my whole body feels much lighter!..."

"Listen to you, according to the doctors, you have a rigid body and lack of exercise. In the future, you will have to massage regularly to ensure your health..." Tibrus said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Publius listened, but asked seriously: "Is it expensive to go to the baths in Turii?"

"Public baths are not expensive, the tickets are about 1-2 obor, but for a special massage, the cost is much higher, about 10 to 15 obor at a time... But some elders, ministers and wealthy businessmen of the kingdom specialize in It's become a trend to pay their slaves to go to hospitals and baths to study and then come back to give themselves a massage."

When Publius heard this, he was greatly moved, and then he asked a little reluctantly: "Is our bathing over?"

"There is one last item—" Tibrus pushed open the wooden door, and there was another pool in the room: "Cold bath." Cold water!

If it was before entering the bathroom, Publius would have retreated, but at this time, after being fumigated and massaged, not only was his body hot, but his skin was also red, like steamed shrimp, so he heard " With the word "cold water", he strode into the pool without hesitation. The cold pool water immediately drove away the scorching heat from his body, and the pores of his body were rapidly tightening, giving him an indescribable sense of relief.

He couldn't help saying, "How nice to have a glass of wine at this time!"

Tibrus then walked into the pool and said, "Today is too rushed. Tomorrow night, I will bring you a can of the best wine in Turui, and let's drink it in the bathroom."

"That's great!" Publius praised loudly while rubbing the remaining oil stains on his body with clean water: "The baths in Turii are better than what you said, and Turii is more prosperous than Rome. , I can't help but want to move here quickly!"

Tiblos smiled slightly, it seemed that his efforts were not in vain.

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