Chapter 14

At night, Sophia foraged for food on the beach. With fewer people, it became easier to find food on the beach, and the fish cages in the shallow sea could also give her extra gains.

The Epicurean school requires people to eliminate pain before pursuing happiness. Now she lives the life of a wild woman, which is the least painful choice. Whether she is caught by slave rebels, Roman troops or free people, she will face a miserable life.

Philax has grown as big as a dog, and it is a bit tiring to hold it.

While Sophia was checking the fish cages in the sea, she saw three warships sailing eastward on the sea. Judging from the paint on the hull, these should be Egyptian warships. What are they doing going eastward?

She stuffed a palm-sized fish from the fish cage into Philax’s mouth and swam to the shore. She rolled naked on the beach, covered with sand as a camouflage, and then followed the Egyptian warships and walked eastward.

In less than an hour, she arrived at the city of Findias.

Sophia saw the Egyptian warship stopped by the city of Findias, and she hid behind a reef to observe.

A team of fully armed soldiers came down from the ship and assembled on the beach. Sophia felt that there might be as many as a hundred men. Led by the captain, they marched towards the city of Findias.

Philax took a nap on the sand, and Sophia was still waiting quietly. There were still crew members on the Egyptian warship, and one figure made her feel very familiar, so she observed carefully.

Karas! It was Karas who murdered her family and neighbors!

In an instant, Sophia’s blood surged, her fists clenched, and her tears flowed. The enemy was right in front of her, but she had no power of revenge.

Everything was connected. Karas slaughtered his neighbors, took money and went to Egypt. Under the rule of the Ptolemaic dynasty in Egypt, Greeks were particularly prone to preferential treatment. Now that Calas brought the Egyptian army to plunder, he was obviously valued. Although he knew where his enemies were, his hope for revenge was even slimmer. Who can give me the power of revenge?

As Sophia imagined, after a long wait, the Egyptian army returned. Their armor was covered with blood, their carts were loaded with heavy money boxes, and they took groups of women and children to the warships. The slave rebels may never have thought that they were staring at the Roman army, but they were robbed by the Egyptians behind them.

It was almost dawn, and Sophia hurried back to her residence with Philax.

Senna always prepared to serve her master before he got up, so she woke up naturally at the appointed time. Although the hostess and Vicissus were not at home today and did not need her to serve, she got up.

After rinsing her mouth and brushing her teeth with urine, she walked into the kitchen. It was crowded here now, filled with strange pottery jars customized by Vicissus. She opened a jar and took out a pickled radish with chopsticks. The pickled radish was actually made with pepper and honey. The cost was unimaginable. The salted duck eggs were not yet pickled. She was curious about what they tasted like.

Senna was thinking about his worries while mixing flour with water to make a batter.

The hostess did not look like a mistress at all. She only thought about eating, drinking and having fun with Vitus every day. Money flowed out and there was almost no income. She was not anxious at all. She bought whatever Vitus wanted. A full box of gold coins was now 1/3 less. This made Senna very anxious. When the money ran out, would she have to sell herself?

People said that the Germans ate raw meat and drank blood, and had low requirements for life. But Vitus was not like this at all. He was as particular about every aspect of life as the Persian prince who was known for his extravagance. Chopsticks and dishes must be washed with hot water, food cannot be touched by hands from the pot to the mouth, and mattresses and sheets must be dried frequently. Compared with him, I looked like a barbarian.

Batter of refined white flour, radish pickled with honey and pepper, cucumber and garlic pickled with vinegar, fried meat strips, and then coated with the best fish sauce. Senna made two egg pancakes, and the fragrance attracted the gatekeeper. They chewed breakfast silently, not wanting to say a word. This is not something a slave should eat. When the master is not at home, Senna feels guilty eating this.

The mistress said that she wanted to do this egg pancake business. Senna didn’t know how much he had to sell each to make a profit. Except for some rich businessmen, who could afford it?

“If this goes on, the family’s money won’t last long.” Delicious food couldn’t relieve the depression in his heart, Senna couldn’t help but say to the gatekeeper.

“As long as you take the money to lend, the interest will be enough to spend. With Weishi, you don’t have to worry about not getting it back.” The gatekeeper said.

“Go and talk to the mistress.” Senna said.

“I’m just a janitor. This has nothing to do with me.”

“A janitor doesn’t deserve to eat such good food.”

“..., I’ll go out for a walk after eating.”

Mania is a good host. Her 30-year priest career has made her not arrogant and extravagant like aristocrats. She is just lustful. As long as it doesn’t affect her enjoyment of Vicissus, she won’t care about most things. Except for the aristocrats’ indifferent attitude towards money, Senna is very anxious.

Vicissus is a top luxury item. Ordinary wealthy families can’t afford him. He can spend more money than the hostess. Of course, Senna thinks he is worth the price. Her heart is tied to him. She hopes that this family can be maintained well so that she can give birth to Vicissus’s bloodline here.

The bed in the guest room of Sextus’s house is a stone bed. It is very cool to sleep on. Vicissus sleeps very deeply.

“Wake up, ah~, Vistus, carry me to the toilet, my stomach hurts.” The stepmother pushed him and woke him up.

Vistus got up, and little Porter had already opened the door. He picked her up and walked out. It was already dawn.

“Bang, bang, puff~” The stepmother couldn’t hold it anymore and sprayed on the way.

Vistus quickened his pace and walked to the toilet. Sextus had many family members and many toilet stalls. He stepped on the diarrhea in the toilet and almost slipped. He put the stepmother down in a stall, and several other guests were already sitting in the stalls.

Food poisoning! This was the first thing he thought of.

“Benefactor, you are here too.” The guests greeted the stepmother.

“Hey~”, “Bang, puff~”

What should I do? Weiss was getting anxious. Minor illnesses could easily lead to death. Excessive diarrhea would lead to dehydration. He needed to replenish electrolytes. This seemed to be the only thing he could do at the moment.

“Little Potter, you come to look after the master. Don’t touch your mouth with your hands.” Weiss said, wiped off the diarrhea on the ground outside, and went straight to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, he boiled water to disinfect tableware and dishes, and then added salt and honey to the hot water. A slave came in and heated olive oil in a jar.

When Weiss walked out of the kitchen with honey and salt water, it was already bright. He saw his stepmother, guests, some people, and slaves sitting on stools outside the toilet, a total of ten people. There was excrement on the ground behind their stools. Weiss walked up to see that the excrement had rice-like white particles. Obviously, they had the same food poisoning. He and Little Potter were fine. He didn’t eat seafood last night, so it was speculated that it was caused by eating contaminated seafood raw.

Maniala’s face was pale and looked thin. In this case, electrolytes must be replenished quickly.

“Mother, drink some honey water.” Vicius fed Manya salt water with a bowl.

“I don’t want to drink it, the doctor said to drink oil.” Manya said.

“Mother, believe me, it will be better after drinking it.” Vicius forced Manya to drink a bowl.

“Barbarian, you want to harm her.” A voice sounded behind him, and Vicius turned around and slapped him.

A middle-aged man who looked like a Greek was slapped back a few steps and looked at him in horror, probably because he didn’t expect to be beaten before killing someone.

“Mother, drink another bowl.” Vicius wanted to feed Manya salt water again.

“Stop, Vicius, listen to the doctor.” Manya pushed.

“Okay, I will listen to the doctor if you drink it, drink it quickly.” Matthews poured her another bowl.

“Bang, puff~”

This place is already smelly.

“???, ??? Stomach cold???, hot oil??? Bleeding???.” The Greek doctor began to let the infected people drink hot olive oil.

Vitius understood the word bloodletting. Nowadays, barbershops also do bloodletting (the red and blue strips on the barbershop logo represent arteries and veins. Barbers not only do bloodletting, but also do tooth extraction). He didn’t expect that the patients would lose body fluids so quickly, and the doctor would actually bleed them. Was he afraid that they would not die fast enough?

Vitius watched, but didn’t dare to speak. These patients might not survive, but he was also afraid that he would interfere and finally blame him for the cause of death. He was afraid of being scammed.

Some slaves shoveled the contaminated soil and threw it into the stream next to it. This is upstream, and there are many families downstream. Vitius felt his scalp numb.

The doctor didn’t dare to provoke Vitius. He let other patients drink hot olive oil, and then used a knife to pull veins and bleed people. He used that knife to cut more than a dozen people without washing it, which made Vicius’s facial features wrinkled.

“Ah~ Vicius, you want to hurt me! Ah~ I don’t want you anymore, I hate you! Go away! Ah~” Manya, who was watching without treatment, opened her mouth and cried with her hands and feet dancing.

People were cut by the knife, and those who were bleeding did not cry. Manya raised her head and leaned on little Potter with her mouth wide open, crying so hard that her back teeth could be seen.

“Bilili~ Pu~” She sprayed out of her ass again, spraying little Potter’s leg behind her.

“Mother, drink salt water quickly, it will be better after drinking it.” Vicius poured honey salt water into her again.

“I won’t, you want to hurt me, oooo~”

Vicus was also very anxious. Manya was really good to him, and he didn’t want her to be in trouble. But he really had no way. The discharge that could be stopped by a few packets of montmorillonite powder could really kill people at this time. He didn’t know what to do, but he knew that drinking oil and bleeding would definitely not work.

It was fishy and ugly under the shade of the tree. As much as Manya pulled out, Vicius would feed her as much sugar and salt water. She cried and cried, and she stopped crying at noon.

Because the skin of those treated by the Greek doctor turned blue and wrinkled, and they looked more and more like shriveled mummies. Some people not only had diarrhea, but also vomited. Although Manya was a little weak, she could still stand up, and her skin was not shriveled. It was easy to tell who was good and who was bad.

The doctor’s expression gradually changed from arrogance at the beginning to anxiety, because there was no harm without comparison. Manya was fine, but if the person he treated died, he would definitely be in trouble.

“Can I drink some of the water that the benefactor drank?” Sextus asked weakly. With the comparison, no one dared to joke with their own life.

“I want to drink it too.” Those who still had the strength to speak began to ask for it.

“I’ll do it for you.” Vicius said.

“I’m not needed anymore, so I’m leaving.” The Greek doctor wanted to run.

“Tie him up,” Sextus said.

Five people had died by dusk. Vicius didn’t dare to eat or drink here, for he was afraid of being infected. He washed the naked Manya in the stream, tied her to his back with her clothes, and carried her to say goodbye to Sextus, and walked home with little Porter. He was worried that Senna and the gatekeeper at home would also get sick.

“Vicius, I love you, I’m just afraid.” Manya said in his ear.

“I love you too, mother.”

After walking for more than an hour, it was already dark, and they washed themselves in the sea before returning home. After returning home, he was relieved to see that Senna and the gatekeeper were fine, and then asked Senna to make food.

The next day, his stepmother stopped having diarrhea, but Vicius still didn’t allow her to eat food, and asked her to wait until she was stable before eating. Although she was still weak, she hung on him like a nymphomaniac, and wanted to kiss him. Vectis was afraid of being infected by her, so he refused to kiss her.

“Vectis, please forgive your mother?” Mania thought Vectis was still a little angry, so she acted like a spoiled child and rubbed his arm with her breasts.

Marcus Sutorius (Sutorius means shoemaker) was a tanner who made shoes in his workshop. Tanning requires concentrated urine and other potions, which often make people unable to open their eyes, so his shop was opened in a laundry that also requires a large amount of urine.

His wife had passed away. His son, Quintus Sutorius, was covering his eyes with his hands and stepping on sheepskin in a wooden barrel filled with concentrated urine.

At this time, Spurius, the slave of Numerius Sulla Argentarius, walked into his workshop. He threw his hand and a huge penis with a scrotum was thrown on his table.

“Make it into a toy.” Spurius said.

“Whose penis is this?” The cobbler stood up in shock and left the table.

“Haha, don’t worry, it’s not a free man’s, it’s my slave’s. My mistress loves this penis, but my master hates this slave, so the master ordered me to kill the slave and leave the penis to the mistress.” Spurius said with a smile.

“I can’t make this thing, you take it away.” The cobbler said.

“If you can’t do it well, then you have to be careful that your penis appears in my hand, or your son’s little penis?” Spurius took out a dagger and used the tip of the blade to pick up the blood mud between his nails, saying.

“This is 7 silver coins, you count it clearly, it’s 7!” Spurius slapped 3 silver coins on the table.

“Do it quickly, my master is not a patient person, and neither am I.” Spurius said and left.

The cobbler stared at the penis on the table in a daze.

At the ninth hour of the day (15:00), the cobbler and his son were going to the big bath to take a bath. They had been in the workshop for a whole day, and both father and son’s eyes were red from the smoke.

The cobbler looked outside the laundry. There were many people working, but there was no sign of the owner. Some were stepping on clothes in buckets of urine, some were filtering with clean water, some were ironing clothes on hot stones, and some were burning sulfur to fumigate clothes.

The owner of the laundry was a widow. The cobbler and her had one thing in common: their noses were damaged by smoke and they could not smell the stench of each other, so sometimes they would make love together to relieve their desires.

After going to the bath, the cobbler went straight to the steam room, steamed for a while, rubbed his body, and when he walked out, no one would avoid him.

Strangely, the steam room, which was usually full of people, was empty today. The father and son had reserved the whole place. The cobbler sat down on the stone steps. Why did he feel that the stone was a little slippery? He changed his seat.

After steaming for a while, the cobbler asked his son to go to the swimming pool to play in the water. He rinsed his body with hot water and went to the scrubbing area with a brass coin. There is a difference between 1 brass coin and 2 bronze coins (1 brass = 4 bronze).

The cobbler found a young scrubber, handed him the brass coin, and sat on a stone bench. The scrubber first smeared grease on his body, and then used an arc-shaped scraper to scrape off the grease layer by layer from top to bottom.

When scraping the lower body, the scrubber smeared a lot of olive oil on his penis and scrotum, then touched his scrotum with one hand and held his penis with the other hand to stroke it. These scrubbers were very skilled in stroking their penises.

The cobbler wanted to enjoy it for a while longer, but a woman sitting next to him was climaxing with a hum under the service of the scrubber who rubbed her nipples with one hand and her vagina with the other, which made him unable to bear it and sprayed into the scrubber’s palm.