Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece

Pressing and holding, Pubrius began to adapt gradually, his voice was getting smaller and smaller, and he produced a feeling of fatigue after the exercise, which made him unable to resist a deep sleep.

At this moment, the servant began to pat his back with both hands, prompting him to raise the god again immediately.After a while, he turned to massage his head, and Puglius closed his eyes slightly, reveling again.

When the man stopped the massage, he had a feeling that he still hadn't finished.

"Master, rub your back next." After the servant finished, he laid a clean cloth on his back and began to rub it hard.

This is a completely different feeling from the previous massage and tapping. While Publius felt it carefully, the dirt on his body was also rubbed off the skin one by one.

The servant turned to the wall to remove the copper pot, opened the pot lid, and poured the liquid in it one by one onto Publius.

Publius smelled the familiar smell and asked, "Is this olive oil?"

"Yes, adult." The servant explained to him: "Because you just soaked the hot water and fumigated. Although it helps the blood flow and removes the dirt, it will also cause a large amount of water in the body to be lost. Applying olive oil will protect your skin..."

After listening to Publius, he sighed: "I really did not expect that every step in this bathroom is very learned?!"

"Since His Majesty established the hot spring baths, it has been almost 20 years. Bathing has become a part of the life of the Turiris, and it is still being developed and improved..." Tibrus said proudly: "Just before them For massages, it’s not just a random press. They are all trained by Turiyi Hospital and can only be stationed here after passing the assessment."

"Oh?" Publius' original judgment was shaken by Tybrus's words: "Aren't they slaves?"

"It is a slave, but not an ordinary slave." Tiburus's mysterious answer made Pubrius more curious.

Before waiting for his inquiry, the slave who massaged him actively replied: "Adult, we are from Egypt and are descended from the combination of Egyptians and Greeks..."

The servant said, while rubbing Pubrius with another clean cloth towel, so that the olive oil could spread all over the body as soon as possible and penetrate into the skin. Because the movement was much softer than before, it did not affect their speech.

Although I haven’t been to Egypt, Pbulius knows this distant country and I have heard that people there are dark skin, but the two have fair skin, apparently because of mixed blood, at this time Rome has not yet walked out of the Western Mediterranean Even the chief of the big clan like Publius had never owned an Egyptian slave, so he did not understand: Why are Egyptian slaves not ordinary?

But if he went to the big market where the slaves are busy every day in the east of the outer city of Turi, he would know that the price of ordinary slaves in Egypt can be much more expensive than that of other races. This is due to demand: First of all, Egyptian male slaves are excellent farmers and herdsmen, while female slaves are clever and clever, and they know how to dress up. Second, Egyptian slaves worship gods, have a gentle personality, can withstand and be safe, and moreover, Egypt and Dionys Asia is far away. There has never been a conflict between the two. Naturally, there can be no hatred. Egyptian slaves have nothing to do with the race and forces around Dionysia. They are more comfortable to use. Being a foreign VIP, safety is the most important; secondly, to speak Greek, the skin should not be too dark, so as not to scare some mountain race messengers who have never seen the world, so they chose the mixed blood of Egypt and Greece. slave.

"How long have you been in Turri?" Tibulus asked casually again.

“It’s been more than 4 years!” the younger-looking slaves said with a bit of resentment: “Originally based on our past performance, we will be free after the Hades celebration last year, but officials from the Slave Administration told us that because The war led to a lack of labor, and the release of Kingdom slaves was suspended once. At this year’s celebration, the number of liberated slaves was reissued and compensation will be given to us. However, in October, the war is still going on—"

"Wennufer, don't talk much, massage well!" The slave who massaged Pubulius interrupted him and asked softly: "The two adults, his daughter got a fever yesterday, and he is being treated in the hospital. He Your mood has been affected a bit, I hope you don’t worry about it."

Tiburus looked up at the slave standing beside him, and he slowly said, "Since you have been in Turri for more than 4 years, and you are in this Kingdom Hotel , Then you should know what our Dionysian Kingdom most praised these messengers?"

The servant was a little nervous and didn't know what to say for a while. The older servant hurriedly replied: "I keep my promise."

"Yes, it's a promise!" Tibrus said in a deep voice: "What the slave management said was a decision made by the Senate. Rest assured, you will be restored to freedom and compensated by this year's celebration. In addition, Your massage technique is very good, and we are not dissatisfied."

After listening to these words, the two slaves were grateful and thanked.

The young slave said excitedly, "Master, I will massage you again!"

Tibulus waved his hand and said, "No, it's time to shave me."

The young servant had to turn around and take the curved blunt blade from the wall and point it at Tiburus' back.

Puglius was startled and shouted urgently: "Stop, what do you want to do?!"

Tibulus laughed and said, "Master Pulius, don't be nervous. This thing is used to scrape off the oil and dirt on the body. This is the last process of massage in the bathroom."

"Is it?" Pueblius doubted it, but soon he experienced a gentle scraping of the body with this blunt blade, which not only didn't hurt, but also had a comfortable feeling.

At the end of the massage, the slave helped him and her to stand up and opened the wooden door beside.

When leaving the room, Tybrus also specifically said to the young slave: "May Hades bless you, your daughter will return to health soon!"

The slave was so excited that he thanked Tiburus again.

Out of the eyes of the slaves, Publius couldn't help but whispered: "Tibulus, you are too kind to these slaves!"

Tiburus said righteously: "Master Pubulius, I know that you Romans are more strict with slaves, but I advise you to change your attitude towards slaves in the future, because in Dionysia, the life safety of slaves is affected by Protected by law, the Kingdom also set up a special department to manage them—"

"Slave management office?" Publius blurted out the new term he just heard.

"Yes, whether it is a kingdom slave or a private slave, you must register with the slave management office and be supervised. Not only that, if you abuse the slave, you will also be condemned by the public, and it will affect your political career because of fairness. The fair Hades god blessed them.

In addition, the Kingdom is not like Rome. Slaves will not always be slaves. As long as the slaves have the ambition, work hard, get freedom, and then become a citizen of Dionysia, pass the exam, take public office, and finally become the minister of the Kingdom... this is possible.Several of the officials who came to Rome this time were once slaves, and the business secretary Marigi, who was trusted by His Majesty in the Senate, was once a slave, so don't humiliate slaves at will!..."

Publius was quite touched.

"Oh, sir, how does it feel after the massage?" Tibrus asked.

"The whole body is sore and swollen..."Publius moved his hands and feet and said: "But... it's really comfortable. I almost fell asleep just now. Now I feel that my whole body is much lighter!..."

"Listening to what you said, according to the doctors, you have a rigid body and lack of exercise. You have to massage regularly in the future to ensure your health..." Tibrus said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Pulius listened, but asked seriously: "Is it expensive to go to a bath in Turri?"

"Public baths are not expensive. Tickets are about 1~2 Obors, but the cost of a special massage is much higher, about 10~15 Obers at a time... But some veterans, ministers and wealthy merchants in the Kingdom It has become a trend to spend money to get my own slaves to study in hospitals and baths, and then come back to massage themselves."

Pulius listened, moved greatly, and then asked with some reluctance: "Are our baths over?"

"There is one last item--" Tibulus pushed open the wooden door, and there was another sink in the room: "Cold water bath." Cold water!

Before entering the bathroom, Puglius will retreat Sanshe, but at this time he was fumigated and massaged, not only the body is hot, but also the skin is red, like a steamed shrimp, so I heard " The word "cold water", without hesitation, strode the meteor into the pool, the cold pool water immediately dispelled the body's heat, and the pores of the whole body were tightening quickly, giving him a kind of unspeakable comfort.

He couldn't help saying, "How good is a glass of wine at this time!"

Tibrus also walked into the pool and said, "Today is too rushed. Tomorrow I will bring a bottle of Turri's best wine to our adults. Let's drink in the bathroom."

"That's great!" Publius scolded the remaining oil stains on his body with water, and praised loudly: "Turii's bath is better than what you said, and Turii is also more prosperous than Rome. , I can't help but want to move here soon!"

Tibrus smiled slightly, and it seemed that the effort was not in vain.