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He couldn't just slink away like that.

His friends will surely laugh at him when they find out.

Gaius Octavian: "Just a Thracian warrior, what's so great about him?"

The Storm King has even torn apart mighty Spartan warriors, Lord Caesar—don't be fooled by this madman.

He's just taking advantage of your youth and trying to fool you.

Octavian's eyes were full of disdain. He calmed down and continued, "My father has now become a treasurer and will soon be going to war with the army."

I will also join the army in the future. Although the Thracians are not as strong as the Spartan warriors and cannot defeat the Storm King, they are still quite strong compared to other slave warriors.

A single Thracian is not frightening, but a legion of Thracian slaves is what truly makes them valuable.

In the future, I will lead a campaign to annihilate the Thracians, capture them all, train them into truly qualified warriors, and make them fight for Rome.

Believe me, Your Excellency Caesar, that is true power, and leading such an army is the romance of every man.

Chapter 161 After the father delivers the money, the son delivers it; the whole family should be together.

Gaius Octavian wanted to use words to entice young Caesar to join his cause, hoping to achieve his goal indirectly while subtly belittling the Night.

However, he did not know that Caesar trusted the night far more than he imagined.

Without witnessing that kind of blood-pumping violence firsthand, one cannot understand that powerful and intense feeling.

This is something that ordinary legions cannot achieve—

Born into a noble family, Caesar had naturally seen the Roman army, but those soldiers gave him a feeling that they were far less dangerous and imposing than the night.

Could a Thracian who is interested in something all night long be an ordinary Thracian?

Meanwhile, on the other side of the night, Octavian's words were also heard.

He simply wore a calm smile and never interrupted.

After Gaius Octavian served as governor, he distinguished himself in suppressing a rebellion of Thracian tribes and was thus granted the title of general in Rome.

Judging from this person alone, he was talented, and he did indeed achieve what he said in the future, enslaving a Thracian warrior to fight for him.

But that's all there is to it—

If this were a purely historical world, an army of Thracians would be very strong.

Even Spartacus could not defeat multiple powerful members of his own race.

But this is a mythical world, and Spartacus's power is something these ordinary comrades cannot contend with.

In a world where even ordinary warriors have to rely on their bloodline and birth to become powerful, that man, through his talent and hard work alone, was able to carve out a place for himself in mythical Rome and become famous for his formidable fighting prowess...

This must be what a born strongman looks like!

Night ignored the clown, but Gaius Octavian was determined not to let him go.

He shouted at Caesar, "I will show you who the real clown is, Your Excellency Caesar."

If you trust me, my friend is running a betting operation over there. How about we invest together and bet on the King of Storms to win?

I think this will definitely allow you to make a small profit.

Caesar frowned, finding Octavian quite annoying. Just as he was about to drive this arrogant man away, something suddenly occurred to him, and he casually asked—

Who ran the betting operation?

"It is Lord Pompey, the eldest son of the Pompey family."

Pompey?!

I heard a familiar name again.

Night's attention also shifted slightly.

If nothing unexpected happens, Pompey will be one of the three giants of Rome in history, a man from the same era as Caesar.

Pompey is much older than Caesar and joined the army early on to make his mark. At this time, he is working for Sulla.

He has begun to show his talent in the military and is a leading figure among young generals.

Originally, it was because Guyus's friends were all little kids whose names I'd never even heard of.

Upon hearing Pompey's name, young Caesar also became somewhat interested.

Just then, Atia, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore: "Bet with them, brother, bet on that Thracian warrior to win!!"

I'll give you all the money I brought with me on this trip!

Julia: "Count me in too..."

Caesar: "Well, let's play with him then. You don't need to pay. My mother gives me a lot of pocket money."

"Lord Lista, would you like to participate?"

Seeing that Caesar's family was all going to vote for the Thracian to win, just because of a single sentence from Lista?

Gaius Octavian immediately felt as if he had eaten excrement, and his face turned ashen.

Especially the two sisters from the Caesar family, their sullen expressions clearly showed that they wanted to avenge Lista, regardless of who was stronger, and they didn't care even if they lost money for it.

Even if the Storm King ultimately won and took all of Caesar's family's money, Gaius Octavian would still feel as if he had already lost.

The small sum of money in the bet was nothing to him as a nobleman, but the friendship of the Caesar family and the beautiful woman he desired most were instead pushed away completely.

How could Gaius Octavian not be angry?

But at this moment, Gaius Octavian still had to pretend to be magnanimous and maintain his composure as he continued, "Your Excellency Lista, is it...?"

Are you... are you going to participate too?

At this moment, he was still somewhat afraid of Lista Night, fearing that the other party might slap him again at the slightest provocation.

He didn't bring any servants with him when he went out, and he never expected that a madman would dare to attack him directly. Otherwise, he would have had to teach this Lista a lesson first. Gaius Octavian was feeling extremely uncomfortable. Being humbled to his rival was far more painful than making money himself.

Night said calmly, "Alright, I'll play a little game then, betting 20 Tarrants. I'll bet on Spartacus to win!"

At this moment, apart from Night, no one present truly believed that Spartacus could win.

Even Caesar's family didn't remember Spartacus's name, only referring to him as a Thracian warrior, which shows that they didn't really care about this slave gladiator.

After all, he was just a gladiator; he didn't deserve to have his name remembered.

And when he heard that Night was going to spend so much money to buy Spartacus to win.

"Are you crazy?! Twenty... Tarrant?" Gaius Octavian stammered, his eyes wide with disbelief.

He wondered if he had heard wrongly.

Even the little Caesar and Julia sisters standing nearby were stunned.

Having been born into a family of gods, they thought they were worldly-wise.

but--

Sorry, at this moment they were as if they were meeting Ye for the first time, and their young minds were greatly shocked by his extravagant spending.

Especially Atia—as a well-behaved girl, she really rebelled today. At this moment, her wide, light blue eyes were shimmering with moisture, and her gaze towards the night had changed.

If before I only had a slight liking for him, now I am completely captivated and can't take my eyes off him.

When is a man most handsome?

When paying...

"Do you have that much money?" Gaius Octavian asked instinctively.

"Of course—you go and tell Pompey… to wager in the name of my family."

He'll agree; the name "Lista" is worth twenty talents. Night revealed a bright smile. If someone familiar with him, such as Strabo Pompeii, the father of the young master Pompeii who now runs the gambling den, saw this smile, they would probably slap their son a few times.

Why did you have to provoke this evil star?

Your brain was back in the last era, and you were extorted for twenty towers just because you couldn't resist showing off.

Now you're rushing off to give money to people again, aren't you?

Night's eyes were as deep as the starry sky, as if possessing a magical power. His powerful aura and demeanor made people subconsciously willing to believe his absurd and crazy words.

If anyone else had said that, Caesar and his men wouldn't have believed it, and would have thought it was just the ravings of a madman, a penniless nobleman trying to save face and pretend to be rich.

But at night—they believed it!

Chapter 162 Gneus: Very good, a 'new' gladiator, victory is assured!

Reality is not a novel; a person's inherent character cannot be faked.

Gaius Octavian wasn't stupid!

Even though he didn't know much about Lista Night's background, he believed that the other party was definitely worthy of the money just by looking at her noble demeanor.

Taking a deep breath, Gaius Octavian, trembling all over, said seriously, "I can't make this decision. Wait a moment, I need to ask my companions first."

Night: "Then you'd better hurry up, the introductions of the two teams have already begun."

If things had gone any slower, the battle would have been over by now, so there would be no question of setting up a betting game midway through.

Gaius Octavian fled as if his life depended on it, his mind blank and trembling with fear, completely disregarding his composure.

Twenty towers!

Born into a knightly family, he has now begun to rise to the upper class with his father, but his family has not accumulated much wealth.

They certainly have twenty towers, but to come up with so much money at once, let alone their family.

Even powerful families like Pompeii and Caesar would feel the pinch.

however--

The way Lista spoke when she opened her mouth made it sound like she was talking about twenty Oris (gold coins) instead of Tarrants (gold).

No, even twenty Oris coins is a considerable bet; it's definitely a high-stakes gamble.

Such a huge sum of money and interests made Gaius Octavian dare not slack off.

He hurriedly ran back to his companions.

When Gnaeus Pompey saw his newly recruited underling return with two bright red handprints on his face, Pompey's expression immediately turned sour as he calmly sat drinking among a group of young nobles.

"Who did it?" Gneus Pompeii did not immediately fly into a rage, but calmly asked his underlings.