Aurelia was trembling with anger!
She couldn't believe the assassination target was her young son, Caesar.
While she had considered letting him see bloodshed and even planned to have him fight real gladiators and kill stronger enemies once he was fully grown to toughen him up,
But that was under the absolute condition of ensuring Caesar's safety, not placing him in a situation where he could die at any moment.
Thinking of what happened, Aurelia's eyes flashed with a hint of killing intent and an uncontrollable fury.
Some people's hands had reached too far and needed to be cut off!
If there weren't internal accomplices within Rome providing cover, these Italian soldiers who were supposed to become slaves could never have threatened their lives.
Did the person behind the scenes understand the wrath (revenge) they would face from the House of Gods?
She was determined to investigate this thoroughly.
After calming down completely, Aurelia began to assess the situation.
She glared at her servants with growing anger: "Useless, useless, useless, a bunch of useless trash!
If we hadn't encountered a truly powerful warrior today, relying on you bunch of good-for-nothings, Caesar and I would have died countless times already."
Her nameless rage was not only due to her long-serving guards failing to protect their lives but also because of a trace of fear.
It seemed urgent to enhance Caesar's combat training.
Today they were lucky, but what if Night hadn't been there?
What about the next assassination attempt?
Caesar must have enough ability to fight back.
Not to mention killing all the assassins, but at least being able to escape their encirclement.
However, if Caesar could attain combat skills as terrifying as Night's, Aurelia felt she wouldn't need to worry at all.
Then next time, her concern wouldn't be for Caesar but rather that he might be too forceful and kill all the enemies, leaving no one alive.
Thinking of this, Aurelia's heart raced, and she began to have ideas about Night.
'I wonder if it was possible to have Caesar apprentice under him and learn combat techniques.'
This mother, determined to nurture Caesar comprehensively and willing to spend generously, grew increasingly tempted by the thought.
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Meanwhile, on the other side, young Caesar had the same thought.
Having realized his shortcomings in this battle, he was deeply interested in Night's powerful swordsmanship and physical training techniques and wanted to recruit him.
That image, akin to an ancient Greek hero come to life, deeply fascinated Caesar.
He had always loved Greek culture, preparing for a future in politics by studying rhetoric, history, and philosophy while also training in physical fitness, developing excellent horsemanship and swordsmanship.
Initially confident in his combat skills, Caesar realized through real combat that ideals and reality were entirely different.
Desperately wanting a good practical combat teacher, his interest in Night was palpable; this studious boy never missed any opportunity for self-improvement.
However, Soon, before Caesar could speak, Aurelia, who hadn't forgotten about Night, berated her servants a bit more before turning to him.
She expressed her gratitude to Night, asked for his name, and invited him to visit the Julius family, promising a warm reception.
She also mentioned she would inform Caesar's uncle, Lucius Caesar (the family's big figure), about this matter.
The entire Julius family would remember Night's friendship, and if he ever encountered trouble in Rome, he could fully use the Julius family's name.
She even gave Night a badge symbolizing the Julius family.
The latter didn't refuse and accepted everything with a smile.
This outcome made him very satisfied; it was far more rewarding and faster than what he received from Haruman.
Not to mention the badge symbolizing the Julius family's prestige; as long as Night didn't cause trouble everywhere using the Julius family's name…
This badge allowed him to walk proudly in front of most ordinary people in Rome.
Not to mention Aurelia Cotta would inform Caesar's uncle, Lucius Caesar.
This man, who had served as a Roman consul, held immense power in Rome's upper echelons.
Compared to the yet-to-be-grown young Caesar, this elder Caesar was undoubtedly a significant benefactor.
With his support, it would be much easier for Night to enter Rome's upper society in the future.
It seemed the Julius family valued Caesar, their only male heir, greatly.
When he agreed to visit the Julius family in a few days, Aurelia and young Caesar both smiled, expressing their anticipation of his visit.
Needing to handle the issues behind the assassination, Aurelia quickly took Caesar back the way they came, abandoning the plan to buy slaves.
Many slave traders were disappointed, seeing their major customer leave just like that.
Damn Italian slaves!!
If not for these Italians, perhaps that lady would have taken a liking to the slaves they were selling?
Even if she didn't, getting acquainted with such a big figure and getting a familiar face would be good.
Thinking of Aurelia's beautiful appearance and devilishly tempting figure made these slave traders dry-mouthed.
Even if they couldn't do business, they would have loved to spend more time with this noble lady.
After Aurelia and the others left, Night turned back to find the slave trader he had previously dealt with, continuing their transaction.
Witnessing Night's terrifying power firsthand, the slave trader was now even more humble and respectful, grinning as he calculated the slaves he wanted and reported the price.
This time, the slave trader even gave Night a bigger discount: 19 Aulis for a Spartan, 13 Aulis for a Thracian, both 1~2 Aulis cheaper.
As for the Italians, they were even cheaper, at just 7 coins each.
When all the slaves were settled, facing the still-high price of several hundred Aulis, Night, who previously didn't want to pay but couldn't think of a way not to alarm the Senate, had a sudden idea and pulled out the badge Aurelia had given him.
Night: "You know what this is, right.
I want all these slaves, but I don't want to pay such a high price."
You understand...! His eyes signaled.
Night casually flicked the badge with his thumb, letting it fall and then flicking it again.
His indifferent attitude, though he didn't say much more, seemed to convey everything.
Instantly, the slave trader was dumbfounded.
Huh?!!
This, is this really happening?
No, he absolutely didn't want to understand!