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"I allow you to remove the chains from your necks and move freely around the manor from now on."

This is to make it easier for you to work on the estate…

As he spoke, Ye dropped a bunch of keys from his waist.

If there hadn't been so many people in the square, he would have already thought of doing this.

Ye was not worried that the slaves would escape once they were completely freed from their bonds.

Women are naturally more timid and more submissive to the strong; they don't have the courage to escape the manor alone.

With their undocumented status and beautiful appearance, they had no one to protect them and found it difficult to move an inch in Rome.

Among the male slaves, the three Spartans most likely to escape had the best opportunity to flee, but they didn't act...

It's highly likely they won't take any further action.

As the saying goes, the shackles on one's body are far less heavy than the shackles on one's heart.

Even if all the physical constraints on their bodies disappear, the shackles they put on their own minds will not disappear.

Those without power dare not harbor disloyal thoughts.

For powerful slaves who truly desire to escape, the iron chain around their necks cannot hinder their yearning for freedom.

So-called chains are at best a constraint that helps the weak control the strong.

But the night is stronger—!

Even if the slaves rose up, he was completely unafraid.

When he saw Ye Zhen drop the chains, his expression didn't seem fake at all.

The slaves trembled, and the two sisters and the little girl looked up in disbelief, secretly observing their master.

he--

Aren't you afraid at all that we'll escape once we're freed from our restraints?

This level of blessing feels almost unreal, a kind of happiness.

The slaves were all breathing heavily. The key was right in front of them, but they dared not go forward to pick it up, fearing that it was just a trap set by their new master.

After all, before becoming slaves, they had heard plenty about the ugliness and perverse practices of those nobles.

It's entirely possible to give someone hope only to create deeper despair!

but--?

Recalling the scene in the square where the night allowed the Spartans to break their chains, perhaps this new master is truly very benevolent?

Chapter 63 Living with More Dignity as a Warrior (Bonus Chapter 2)

Freedom is within reach...

Although it is a degree of restriction on freedom, it is still much more comfortable than wearing a collar all the time.

Wearing a collar for too long might make you forget how to be a person.

They both yearned for and longed for the hope that lay before them, yet they were also apprehensive and fearful that it was all a conspiracy.

The bolder Spartans were the first to step forward. They thanked their master, the night, for his blessing and then removed the chains from their necks.

The Spartans only revered the strong...

Therefore, after witnessing the overwhelming power of the Night, they became the most obedient slaves.

And once they saw someone taking the lead, finally—the other slaves couldn't sit still any longer.

They scrambled to unlock the chains around their necks, the moment they breathed in their first breath of fresh air.

It was as if one's soul had been purified and elevated.

It's the taste of 'freedom'...

At this moment, regardless of gender, all the slaves shed tears of excitement and emotion.

“Great Master, thank you for your mercy! Your compassion shines as brightly as the sun god Apollo. We hereby swear that we will serve you wholeheartedly from now on.”

Night: "Then tell me—can I trust your loyalty?"

"Of course, you are the kindest master I have ever met. You have freed us from our constraints and given us a certain degree of freedom and dignity."

We would never betray our master for someone as kind as you.

"How could we possibly be disloyal to you?" The slaves were immediately filled with fear and hurriedly pledged their loyalty.

They truly said those words from the bottom of their hearts.

It can only be said that in the Roman era, the social status of slaves was extremely poor.

No one treated slaves as human beings; even stray dogs on the street lived more easily and freely than they did.

They had mentally prepared themselves for a potentially hellish future, but lacked the courage to commit suicide, leaving them only to endure bullying and torture...

They never expected that their new master—who was also their first master—would be such a kind, great, and benevolent being.

His kindness and handsome face are exactly the same, making him someone to admire and be moved by.

Even the two sisters and the little girl seemed less afraid of the future, and even had some anticipation and longing for the chance to be favored by their master.

At this moment, the girls couldn't help but let their minds wander. If their master made sexual requests, should they take the initiative?

Putting aside their fear of their master's status and position, just looking at Ye's strong physique and sun god-like handsome face, they felt that being able to sleep with such a master for one night was an incredible stroke of luck for them.

I'm afraid that the noble ladies and young women living on Seven Hills would be unable to resist their master's handsome appearance and would be willing to pay him extra.

Thinking of this, the girls couldn't help but close their legs tightly and rub them together.

Little did he know that he would become the object of his adorable subordinates' fantasies. After receiving the slaves' pledge of loyalty, he was quite satisfied...

A slight smile curved his lips. Then, Ye assigned tasks to the slaves, leaving the manor's sanitation, his daily life, and his meals to the twin sisters and the little girl.

The other male slaves were usually responsible for physical training and combat skills.

At the same time, they also had to do some farm work, but the nights were not tiring for them. They were even provided with a lot of meat to cover the expenses for the soldiers' physical training and growth.

Night: "Do you want to eat meat?"

"Eat meat?! We can eat meat?" A look of excitement and astonishment flashed in the eyes of the slave warriors.

Although they had already imagined the night to be kind to their new master, they never dared to hope that the night would give them meat to eat.

For slaves, the minimum amount of food needed to sustain their survival was sufficient.

It was quite normal for some harsh slave owners to often not feed their slaves.

It was common for slaves to work on an empty stomach; for them, eating was not about filling their stomachs, but a luxury they could only dream of…

More often than not, they are never full and are perpetually hungry.

but--

The fact that they were made to exercise at night made some slaves think of bad possibilities.

"Are you trying to train us to be gladiators?"

A few Spartans, feeling somewhat resistant, and filled with sorrow and anger, suddenly spoke up to ask questions.

Spartans were sent to the deep mountains from a young age to fight wolves and survive an entire winter; only those who survived were qualified to become Spartan warriors.

Almost every Spartan possessed the sense of honor and pride in their own strength that belonged to a qualified warrior.

They possess formidable skills and may die on the battlefield, but they should never be used as a performance for the slave owners' amusement.

If Ye really forces them to participate in the gladiatorial combat...

Even if they are intimidated by the night's power and outwardly submit, they will definitely be very resistant in their hearts, and there is even a possibility that they might rebel in the future.

...The warriors of Sparta were not so afraid of death.

The main reason they were willing to accept Night as their master was that Night's immense power impressed them.

But if the night were to humiliate them and trample on their dignity like other slave owners, they would rather choose death.

However, Ye shook his head—

Then he said something that astonished them.

"Not gladiators, but warriors! I need a group of warriors who can truly go to the battlefield."

I'm not afraid to tell you, in the future I might lead you into an alliance war, or onto the battlefields between Rome and other nations..."

Even when necessary, he wanted these people to have the courage to take action against Rome without fear, just by giving the order.

"You will be my most loyal and valiant warriors and servants, and together with me, we will build great achievements on the battlefield."

Make all enemies tremble with fear!

I want you to fight for me!! Whatever my order, no matter how terrifying or colossal the enemy,

They can all bravely brandish their weapons.

To be born a warrior, to die a warrior, and to live with greater dignity.

"How about it, is it possible to do that?"

Night calmly watched over the group of slave warriors.

"Fight for me, and I can bestow upon you the highest glory."

You are no longer the lowest of slaves, but valiant warriors who make the women of Rome scream with delight.

As long as you create enough achievements for me

In the future, I may even allow you to marry and have children, and even take back the names that originally belonged to you.

In Rome, from the moment they became slaves and were sold, their names were erased, and they were not allowed to use their original names.

They are merely speaking tools.

A new master can give a slave a new name at will.

Even as a numerical code, it's acceptable.

Whether or not you are allowed to use your original name depends entirely on the slave owner's mood, temperament, and preferences.

To reclaim their names? At this moment, a glimmer of light seemed to gradually rise in the dim, numb eyes of all the slaves, and they saw the respect of being human beings, no longer beasts, no longer treated as tools.