I am reborn as a lord in Rome

Woolly is very busy, and even in the New Year, he has no plans to rest. Privately, Nepton kindly reminded Woolley that according to tradition, five consecutive days from the date of the New Year are God-given days of rest, and that no one is allowed to do any work other than basic living, otherwise it would be blasphemous.

Woolley's reply was, "God knows what I'm busy for." "And then, it's still the same.

On the last day of the new year, Lady Leah took Tina and her entourage slaves to visit the White Rock Building. She didn't want to come, or rather, she had been looking forward to Woolley's return to Lyndor Manor since the first day of the new year, because it was the custom of the nobility to do so, but she was disappointed. Last night, Gauguin applied to her to leave the Glyndor estate, and after Lady Leah failed to keep her, she asked Gauguin why she insisted on leaving, and Gauguin did not hide her, so Lady Leah was angry and also had a lot of curiosity - let's be curious.

Tina was also curious about Woolley, not because Woolley became a miller—a title that could be a novelty, but for the nobility, the benefits of a mill were only worth talking about in Seneca.

Tina wondered why Woolley would pay three hundred silver coins for wheat stalks that could have been bought for only forty silver coins, and she even knew where the straws were now—Woolley piled them up in the clearing on the riverbank next to the mill, in the sun and rain.

The arrival of Lady Leah and Tina interrupted Woolley's work, for which he was a little unhappy, but did not show it.

"I didn't expect Lady Leah to come to my little house, it's a great honor. Woolley said with a smile, although the main building of Rindor Manor is dilapidated, it is also a large mansion with more than a hundred rooms after all, compared to it, the White Rock Building is undoubtedly too inferior.

"Your house is nice, at least tidy. Lady Leah glanced at the furnishings around her and Hippo and Nepton behind Woolley, and asked, "You're just a few slaves, are you?"

As Woolley finished answering, his gaze met Tina's.

Lady Leah and Tina had a strange lunch at the White Rock Building—in addition to bread, rice, cheese, and wine, in the middle of the table was a copper plate with a charcoal fire, on which a copper tripod was topped by a copper pot not much smaller than the copper plate, in which boiling chicken soup was placed, and beside the copper plate were plates of thinly sliced fresh beef, mutton, pork, and chicken ...... chopped into small pieces

In the end, the mother and daughter were also very satisfied with Woolley's hospitality and ate happily. As soon as she left the White Rock Building, Tina talked to her mother about this: "Although this way of eating is strange, it tastes very good, what does Woolley call it hot pot?

" Lady Leah nodded: "Although he has few slaves, every one of them is very polite and clean. "

Yes, Woolley actually dressed them in fur jackets, he was so generous, slaves were not qualified to wear this, they even had thick boots. Tina said.

Meanwhile, while Woolley was busy in the backyard of the White Rock House with Nepton, Lei Gang resumed his work with the chisel and hammer and continued his work interrupted by the visitor's visit. In the dining room

, Caesar held a large clay bowl and said to Hibo who was cleaning up the table with a smile: "Hibo, didn't the master just tell us not to waste this food?" Hibo nodded, and while scooping out a few pieces of meat from the copper pot with a colander and pouring them into the clay bowl handed by Caesar, he said: "Caesar, we are slaves, we must know how to do it in moderation, and we can't indulge ourselves because of the master's kindness to us, understand?"

Caesar nodded hurriedly, Hippo smiled slightly, scooped two spoonfuls of soup into his bowl with a large soup spoon, and picked out an unfinished piece of bread from Woolley's plate and handed it to Caesar: "It's okay, go and call Lei Gang and Janus in." Caesar nodded, and cautiously walked out of the dining room with the clay bowl in his hand.

Hippo was about to sort the leftovers from each plate, and Nepton walked in with a serious face on his face: "Hibo, you have to watch Hee, he just ran into his master's workshop, you know, it's not a place to enter." "

I'm sorry, Uncle Nepton. Hibo hurriedly took Xi'e and apologized, "Please tell your master that Xi'e will not be in the future."

Nepton nodded with a straight face: "The master didn't blame anything, he just instructed that Xi'e is too thin, let you add some fresh meat to him every day." "

How dare that?" said Hibo with trepidation, and in her opinion, it was already a great gift for Shee to be left in the White Stone Building to eat and drink for nothing.

"Do so, our master is young, but he has always said the same, and working hard and not making mistakes is the best way to repay his favor. Nepton said.

"Hippo will take Uncle Nepton's words to heart. Hibo hugged Hie excitedly.

A few days later, Mikoyan returned to Seneca City, but before he could wash off the dust from his body, he heard Woolley's request to see him.

This kid is really fast. Mikoyan shook his head with a wry smile and waved his hand at the priest who came to pay the report: "Take him to the small living room." A

moment later, the highest representative of the gods of Seneca and the youngest independent nobleman met.

"Woolley, did you put eyeliner in the temple, why did I just come back with my front foot, and you arrived with my back foot?" said Mikoyan, half-jokingly.

"Your Excellency, High Priest, your suspicions have terrified me too much. Woolley replied innocently, "I happened to be hanging around when your car drove into the temple, and you may not know that you have been away for so long, but today, but it is the best day in Seneca Sunshine in a month." "

You've always come to the door for nothing, tell me, what's the matter?" said Mikoyan, smiling slightly.

"This time, I'm here again to ask questions. Woolley pulled out a brand-new parchment from his bosom, "Your Excellency the High Priest has seen a lot, may I ask, can you tell me how this parchment is made and how much it costs?"

Mikoyan frowned, he didn't like people to play dumb riddles with him, but he also knew that the young man in front of him, who had grown a little taller, was not an ordinary person:" Scraped, dehaired, then nitrated, air-dried in the shade, and then placed under a large flat and smooth slate and pressed, in your hand this book, a cubit long and half a cubit wide, has fifteen pages, and the price is between eight and ten silver coins.

Woolley smiled and nodded: "What His Excellency the High Priestess said is very correct, the book in my hand was bought from the shop two days ago, the quality is average, eight silver coins, compared

to the temple used to spread the scriptures, I thought at that time, how much capital does the temple have to spend to spread the scriptures?" "Woolley, it is the temple's duty to spread the scriptures, how can it be possible to care about the cost like a businessman?" Although Mikoyan was still frowning, there was a trace of anticipation in his eyes.

"Having said that, after all, it takes up most of the temple's income, and in addition, parchment is so expensive, after all, it also limits the speed and scope of the spread of the canon, just imagine, if everyone in Seneca City can have a canon, everyone can read the stories in the canon, know how to do good deeds, and pay tribute, then God's rule over the world must be much easier and stronger. Woolly said with a smile on his face.

God's rule over the world? This can only be said in words, but if everyone can have a divine canon, the tribute will really increase a lot. Michael mused.

"Of course, Your Excellency the High Priest may only be thinking about how to bathe the people in the grace of God, but I think that if Your Excellency High Priest can do this in Seneca City, your status in the temple will definitely be much higher, because you have done what no one has done before, because you have let the light of the divine grace shine on the entire Seneca city-state, and you will inevitably be more important to the temple because of this. Woolley continued.

"But that's a lot of money. Mikoyan blurted out that it was not that he had not considered what Wu Lai had just said, but that he could not afford to implement it, in fact, one of the three current red-clothed priests of the temple had achieved promotion by virtue of this, but this red-clothed priest had also consumed the wealth he had accumulated for decades. It would take at least a few years to get one copy in Seneca City, and it would definitely cost more than five million silver coins, which only the great nobles of the Council of Nobles could afford. Based on the average income of the Seneca Temple, it is not enough to accumulate for another twenty years, not to mention, the temple clearly stipulates that the part that the high priest can call only accounts for 20% of the temple's income, and these two percent also include the cost of temple repairs, ceremonies, and dissemination of the sacred scriptures, and the remaining eighty percent needs to be handed over to the temple.

"I, Woolleglindor, am the most sincere companion of His Excellency the High Priest. With a smile, Woolley took out another notebook from his bosom and handed it to Mikoyan, "Even if it is a revelation from the god Amun, I will definitely choose to share it with you."

Mikoyan flipped through the notebook and opened it, and after the sparkle in his eyes shifted several times between doubt and heat, his eyes moved to Woolley's face, and there was an imperceptible tremor in his voice: "Woolley, how much does it cost?"

Woolley replied with a smile.

"What is it made of?" asked Mikoyan.

"No, no, no, Your Excellency the High Priest, the revelation of the God of Amun commanded me to keep it a secret. Woolley squeezed his eyes at Mikoyan, and said in his heart that this is highly confidential, if it weren't for the fact that we are weak at the moment and have to rely on you to help us, where is your turn to do such a good thing, you will be content.

Good boy, you dare to use revelation as an excuse. Mikoyan thought so in his heart, and groaned slightly, and said, "Since it is the revelation of the god Amun, then I will not ask, I have understood what you mean, and say, in addition to what needs to be done, tell me what I can get." "

I will be next to the bank of the mill, at least, fifteen hundred cubits long and four hundred cubits wide......," Woolley interrupted halfway through his words.

"No, you're asking for too much. Mikoyan said decisively.

"Not much at all, and I think Your Excellency the High Priest may not have had time to calculate the prospect of such a thing. "Not only will it bring me profits, but it will also allow Your Excellency the High Priest to achieve full coverage of the canon of the city-state of Seneca within two years, and if Your Excellency the High Priest is willing to join this transaction, I guarantee that the silver coins will continue to enter your cash cabinet, not into the temple, and with sufficient capital, you can go to the next position of the Red Priest, of course, the meaning of this capital will not be reflected in the money alone." Give me the land, and provide me with sufficient shelter from all prying eyes, as well as appropriate financial support. "

Financial support?" Mikoyan's eyes widened.

Of course, you're going to pay for it, fool, you think you can take it for nothing every time. Wu Lai muttered this in his heart, and replied with a smile: "Of course, with my current family background, it is not enough to support it independently, in fact, it is not much, if it is converted into gold coins, His Excellency the High Priest can take out a thousand." "

One, a thousand gold coins?!Are you crazy?" Mikoyan almost jumped.

Woolly shook his head firmly: "If you refuse this great opportunity, then it is called madness."

After a while, the dust settled, and as Woolley had expected, Mikoyan agreed to "support" only eight hundred and forty gold coins, and could only pay a hundred gold coins first, but the bank that Woolley had hoped for was successfully obtained—Mikoyan signed a lease in the name of the temple for thirty years, with a rent of one hundred and twenty silver coins per year.

When he walked out of the temple, Woolley had a hundred more gold coins in his arms, and he was in an unusually good mood. Gao Guin, who was waiting outside the temple, saw him walk out with a smile on his face, and hurriedly greeted him: "Young Master Woolley, is the negotiation between you and High Priest Mikoyan still going

well?" "If it doesn't go well, can I still laugh?" Woolley asked rhetorically.