Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Now we can only fill the gaps by bringing in more Thracian warriors.

If you don't care too much about the bloodline or origin of gladiators, I actually have many ordinary gladiators under my command who are quite capable in combat.

"Ten pieces per set. If you buy more, five sets or more, I can give you a discount."

Sincerity is a killer skill. Clearly, Crassou understands how to deal with different kinds of guests and how to respond in order to leave the best impression and create a continuous stream of wealth for the future.

His attitude was very sincere.

Even with Ye's powerful perception, the other party did not sound like they were lying.

Since it wasn't intentional, then let it go...

Night: "One and a half times the price—Thracian warriors, I'll take as many as you have."

This time, Night didn't ask for an exorbitant price. After all, the Spartan warriors still possessed a trace of Hercules' bloodline, making them warriors with great potential for development in Night's eyes. In addition, the Spartans were rare...

Don't even mention three or five times the price, even if it's ten, twenty, or a hundred times the price, he'd still want it!

certainly--

If it's really priced exorbitantly, he can't afford to buy it, but he can afford to snatch it.

He felt no remorse whatsoever for robbing these slave traders.

Crassus: "…………"

Unexpectedly, this wealthy man was quite picky, despite being so generous to the Spartans before.

At this point, they were not so generous to the Thracians.

never mind--

A profit of 1.5 times is also quite high.

Unable to suppress the restless desire within him, Crassus finally apologized to Lord Marius in his heart once more.

It's not that he broke his promise, it's just that the other party asked for too high a price!

Crassus eventually sold fifty Thracian warriors to the Night. When only thirty-five Thracian warriors remained, Crassus didn't have a change of heart and leave some for Marius; rather, he wanted to raise the price...

But I don't want even a minute more of the night!

When it came time to pay, Night said that she hadn't brought that much money with her, but her friend had, and asked Crassus to come with her to get it.

Crassus had no doubts.

After all, his subordinates had informed him before he came that they had seen Ye chatting happily with the Caesar family, and given Ye's appearance and demeanor, he figured that Ye was unlikely to be a conman.

When Crassus saw who Night's friend was, he was stunned... It was actually him—?

……

Gneus Pompeii was in a very bad mood at this time.

He felt he had been tricked, losing a full twenty towers.

Especially that night, when Caesar and his family, who had come along to collect their gambling winnings after hearing that he was coming to demand payment, saw this group of distinguished people gathered together demanding their money—

A fire was burning within Pompey.

His gaze first fell on Listage, slightly stunned by his handsome and powerful physique, comparable to that of the sun god Apollo, the future Roman god of war—

Gneus, who was destined to make the name Pompey shine, may not have been as strong as Spartacus in terms of raw power, but he was far beyond ordinary people and reached the level of a hero.

Gnaeus possessed exceptional talent in combat and had a perfectly developed physique. His vigorous vitality made him seem like a monster to his peers, who could not find anyone who could rival him.

This immense power has always made Gneus Pompeii very proud and confident. No matter what kind of enemy he faces, he can deal with them calmly and remain composed.

but--

When the young Pompey looked at the night, it was as if Spartacus, upon first seeing the night, was drawn in by its immense presence and felt a sense of crisis.

This person is extraordinary!

Although he couldn't perceive the difference in their life levels, the intuition and sense of oppression that he would die if he made a move finally made Pompey take things seriously.

This man is terrifyingly strong, perhaps even stronger than Spartacus in the arena just now.

When did so many monsters appear in Rome?

Pompey glanced at the Night Queen with considerable apprehension, but didn't show much hostility. Instead, he suddenly fixed his gaze fiercely on Crassus beside the Night Queen.

"Lord Crassus...is that right? Although I have heard your name many times, I think this is the first time we have met."

night:? ? ?

Gneiss Pompey's sudden hostility towards Crassus left the night unprepared.

He had originally planned to teach Gneus how to pay up if he was as disobedient as his former father.

Unexpectedly, he set his sights on Krassau instead.

Are these two really that bad off now?

I've never heard of Pompey and Crassus getting together around this time.

Crassus was even more stunned at this moment—

Although it was Crassus's first meeting with Pompey, he had his own methods and channels, and had long since obtained portraits of some promising young men or important figures in Rome. Therefore, he believed that this young Pompey was a potential investment opportunity.

The other party is currently causing trouble under Sulla's command. It's worth mentioning that Sulla's father, Strapopompey, is at odds with Sulla.

However, in order to get involved in the Roman army, which was now completely under Sulla's control, Pompey disregarded his father's objections and joined Sulla's camp.

He was gone for several years, and now he's almost thirty when he finally comes back... He's already an outstanding general capable of leading troops on his own.

Crassus had no reason to deliberately target such a promising young man.

But what's with this hostility...?

The brutal gaze that seemed to want to kill him sent a chill down Crassus's spine.

Has my support for Grand Secretary Marius been exposed?!

Sulla sent Pompey to kill him?

Chapter 169 Night: I'm not interested in humiliating men, but Madame Pompey is more like it.

"Alright, Lord Gneus Pompeii, is it? I'm here to collect the twenty towerans that rightfully belong to me in the betting."

"And my companions, pay them all the winnings from your bets as well." Night interrupted Pompey's spellcasting over Crassus's eyes.

Upon hearing Ye's words, Pompey finally looked away.

Krassoo breathed a sigh of relief; he had almost thought he was going to die.

While others didn't feel anything, Crassus had a real sense of dread when Pompey was watching him—a feeling more terrifying and horrifying than being stared at by a lion.

It was like a prehistoric behemoth, capable of crushing you with a single foot at any moment.

Crassus had already made his decision—

The remaining thirty-five Thracian warriors were not sent away either.

Being targeted by someone like that, Crassus really wouldn't be able to sleep at night without finding some powerful warriors to protect him.

If he had known Pompey would be so strong after a few years of training abroad, he wouldn't have bet on Spartacus so quickly.

No wonder Marius desperately needed a strong fighting force; was it to deal with Pompey's forces in Sulla's camp?

If I had known this would happen, I should have kept Spartacus by my side for protection.

certainly--

Most importantly, Crassus still absolutely distrusted Spartacus; otherwise, he would have wanted to back out and keep Spartacus.

"Twenty talents! Why don't you just rob them!" Gaius Octavian, standing beside Pompey, spoke angrily. Pompey's friends, some of whom were also young nobles, also glared at Ye and his companions with hostility.

“Your Excellency Gaius Octavian, if you don’t speak, no one will think you are stupid.”

I bet twenty talents and won the bet.

This money rightfully belongs to me—is there a problem with me taking back what is rightfully mine?

“No problem…” Gneus Pompeii smiled, silencing his underlings who wanted to get up, and looked intently at Ye.

"But I don't have that much money right now... Let me write you an IOU first."

"Have you ever seen a gambling table where people are signing IOUs? It's really strange that the organizers can't even come up with the money."

What if I said I wanted it now...?

My Lord Crassou is still waiting for me to pay; it's not a good habit to keep people waiting.

Send someone to collect the money. I can wait for you here.

It would have been better if Ye hadn't said anything, but when he heard that he was going to give Krassoo money, he was even more upset.

Pompey, whose mind had immediately wandered to the wrong conclusion, shuddered...

Damn it—! It really was you, Crassus! You probably paid for those twenty towers, didn't you? You deliberately found a noble from the 'Lista' family this generation to attract my attention and then lure me in!

Finally, Paispartacus, our trump card, is revealed, and the winnings are divided among us!

Pompey had no choice but to send one of his attendants back to his family to ask for money. He wanted to resist Ye's domineering and rude behavior, but although the other party looked smiling, an invisible force had actually locked onto him.

Pompey even suspected that if he dared to say he wouldn't pay, his head would be smashed in the next moment.

No, this feeling is far too strange.

He absolutely refused to believe that someone had attacked him in public; that would be a slap in the face to the Pompey family. It was unlikely that the other party would kill him, but they might give him a good beating.

Although Pompey remained confident in his own strength, even though the Night's presence was very oppressive, he didn't want to fight someone over such a matter, as that would be extremely ungentlemanly.

When Pompey's men returned to the family with the news, Strabo Pompey happened to be home. When he heard that his son had just returned and was already in debt for twenty talents, his face immediately darkened.

Strabo, who was already unhappy that Gneus had followed Sulla, originally didn't want to get involved in his ungrateful son's affairs, but when he heard who the person he had bet with was...

"Say it again, who did Gneus lose to, twenty talents?"

"He is a young nobleman named Listerine..."

“…!! Fuck!” Strabo’s face turned even uglier, becoming unbearably so, but he still immediately led his men to rescue his son.

If it were anyone else, they might give the Pompeii family face if they knew about their reputation, but if it were Lista—

Strabo would have believed that guy even if he chopped off Gneus’s ear and sent it back to him. He was a lawless man, more troublesome than Marius, and more terrifying and unruly than Sulla!