Roman Slave Owner

"How many blacksmith slaves are needed?"

Geta asked.

"At least two hundred."

Levi said.

Geta opened his mouth and didn't say anything. He was already mentally prepared for Li Wei's extravagance.

Li Wei originally planned to buy some weapons and equipment, but looking at the appearance of Roman weapons, they are really rubbish.

At this time, he thought of a question, if the soldiers were all equipped with carbonized and heat-treated weapons, would it be too high-profile.

If he is sure to keep the profits of sugar, then the magic weapon will definitely attract the intervention of the Senate and the consul.

In order to defeat Su La, they will definitely try their best to obtain the manufacturing methods of these weapons.

Could Sulla be a match for a Roman legion equipped with magic weapons? Wasn't history changed by him?

Li Wei felt a headache. In this way, what he set off was like a huge storm.

In order to maintain its advantage as a prophet, it seems that this technology cannot be promoted on a large scale.

"How much does a soldier's full set cost now?"

Levi asked.

"A full set of equipment for a soldier costs a lot of money. If it is of high quality, it will cost at least 120 dinars."

Gaita said.

"Then order 2,000 sets of complete equipment for soldiers first, and deliver them as soon as possible."

Levi said.

"But we don't have enough money."

"..."

Li Wei was depressed for a while. 2,000 sets of equipment cost at least 240,000 dinars. His current money seems to be only tens of thousands.

"Then order first and let them deliver in batches, and the money will be there soon."

Levi said.

"Understood, Patriarch."

Gaita said.

Annealing takes a lot of time, so Gaeta went to order first.

Li Wei stayed here. Sure enough, money came and went faster.

I don't know how the white sugar in Naples is selling. I should send some white sugar there.

In addition, the goods should be distributed in the major ports of Rome, and his main sales targets are still big merchants abroad and other provinces.

Big businessmen from other provinces and foreign countries were in awe of the Romans, even if they knew that sugar was a huge profit, they would not dare to do anything to him.

When the Romans reacted, he should have grown up by then.

After dark, under the guidance of Li Wei, the slave finally completed a short weapon that went through the four major processes of normalizing, annealing, tempering, and quenching.

There's a lot that could be improved, but it's pretty good.

Li Wei picked up the dagger, and then slashed at the dagger forged by Jicos.

"Ding!"

There was a gap in the short sword, which was also on Li Wei's short sword, but it was much smaller.

Seeing this, Jicos' eyes widened in shock.

"This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!!"

He felt that this sword would not be simple, but how could it be so much stronger than his, you must know that he is a very famous swordsmith.

"Ha ha!"

Li Wei sneered, "Your sister is famous, and she is obviously a weak chicken swordsmith."

He kept swinging the short sword and slashed several times before breaking Jicos' sword.

Seeing his short sword being cut off section by section, Jicos felt that the whole world was about to collapse.

Are the weapons you made yourself that rubbish? Why is it so vulnerable!

"See? This is the real sword! Of course, this sword is actually rubbish."

Li Wei said lightly.

After finishing speaking, he threw the sword on the ground like throwing garbage. It is too low to make a dagger out of wrought iron.

puff!

Jicos felt like he was about to vomit blood,

Master, are you sure you're not hitting me?

Can easily cut off his short sword, and said that his sword is rubbish.

But soon he came back to his senses, this is a set of secret skills for making swords, and now he has mastered this set of secret skills.

The master said that this is a rubbish dagger, does the master have a better way of making swords.

So the way he looked at Li Wei changed, just like looking at Vulcan, the god of forging.

"Remember, this technology is not allowed to spread without my permission, especially those blacksmiths."

Levi said.

"I see."

Gikos said.

Li Wei thought for a long time, and decided that this technology should only be known to two blacksmiths at most.

High-quality ironware can not only cast swords, but also can cast guns and cannons. The formula of gunpowder is very simple and can be easily cracked.

But if you want to make guns and cannons, you need high-quality steel. Others who want to imitate guns can only imitate guns with explosive chambers. In this way, whoever is their own opponent.

Li Wei suddenly discovered that the importance of this technology is even higher than that of gunpowder, and it must be raised to the highest level of confidentiality.

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The next day, just after dawn, three teams of soldiers took a load of sugar on the road. In addition to Naples, Li Wei decided to open two new sales points in Cooma and Brindisi.

In a small two-story building, Li Wei was sitting on a chair. Two female slaves, Sylvia and Sybell, helped him pinch his legs and beat his back. Li Wei looked intoxicated.

The life of a slave owner is just one word, cool!

Carus held a black leather whip and looked indifferently at the three hundred slaves in front of him.

Behind him stood a group of gladiators who had become free slaves. These gladiators looked at the new recruits with a mocking face, and kept pointing at them.

Those slave gladiators were all big and round, wearing only a big trousers, their bronzed skin looked shiny under the sun, and the whole training ground was full of male hormones.

Carus slammed his whip violently, and then said seriously: "What's under you?"

Those slaves looked confused, isn't it land?

"answer me!"

Carus yelled.

"land……"

said a slave.

The gladiators behind laughed, as if they had heard some joke.

"Dor, come out and answer me!"

Carus said.

"Holy land! Watered with blood and sweat! Here we take glory and freedom."

A gladiator said proudly.

"You bunch of shitty slaves, you can only become a good piece of iron if you practice hard and hard. Listen hard, learn hard, and you may be able to survive as a gladiator! You may even be free!"

Carus said, "You should feel lucky, you have met the most benevolent master in Rome. As long as you can win ten games after becoming a gladiator, then you will become free slaves and members of the Livi family guard. One year You can get 120 dinars, and you can control food and housing. After serving in the military until the age of 40, you will get real freedom, and you can go wherever you want."

Hearing this, the slaves' breathing became short of breath.

Freedom is the greatest luxury a slave can hope for. As long as he wins ten victories, he can gain freedom.

And a salary of 120 dinars a year is unimaginable in many people's hometowns.

Not even many Romans could make that much money, let alone free slaves.

Compared with the tribal societies in many places, the bustling Rome is like a paradise, and many people are willing to settle in Rome permanently.