Chapter 7

Mania’s pension is 5 talents, equivalent to 1,200 gold coins (aures), 30,000 silver coins (denarii), 120,000 brass coins (sesterces), and 480,000 bronze coins (as). Although this money is not enough for her to live a luxurious life, if she uses it for lending, the interest will not be spent.

【Extended reading: Caesar was kidnapped by pirates during his travels. In addition to taking his delicate asshole, they also extorted 20 talents. 】

Of course, she didn’t need to carry so much. The main place to spend money was still in the city. She gave these gold coins to the nobles, and when she arrived at the destination, she took the letter and took it back in another city. In fact, she had more gold coins after the exchange, because she saved the nobles from the trouble of moving money from other cities to Rome, which had a premium.

Mania had not left Rome for 30 years. She was very excited on the ship. It turned out that the ship was like this, the sea was like this, and the seabirds were like this. Everything was new.

In addition to the Cimbri and Numidians in the cage, she also brought a butler and two guards. These three slaves belonged to the Manius family. Legally, she was a woman with special citizenship and had no legal relationship with the Manius family. But after all, she had dedicated 30 years to the family’s reputation. She had no ownership of the family property, but she also had the right to use it.

The head of the Manius family is her nephew, who is only 17 years old, and they have almost no intersection. This nephew has a bad temper, and she doesn’t want to deal with him, so she takes a boat to live in the villa in Naples.

“Mistress, mistress.” The Cimbri in the cage waved to Mania.

This blond and blue-eyed Cimbri is a bit weird. The Numidian, who was also injured, covered his wound with hot grass ash and bandaged it with linen. He is now running a fever and it is unknown whether he can survive. His injuries have recovered by themselves. Is it because of the blessing of God?

In addition, he does not have the arrogant spirit of the Germans who would rather die than surrender. Instead, he is like a slave who is used to pleasing his master. He was also very good at learning. He learned the phrase “Domina” from other slaves and kept asking for food and drink. Now he stretched out his arm to ask for figs.

Mania walked in and carefully put the figs that she had taken two bites of on his outstretched hand.

Suddenly, his hand stretched out a little more and grabbed her wrist. Mania was scared to death. She was fooled!

“Save me! Save me!” Mania screamed in shock. She was pulled towards the cage by an irresistible force.

“Mistress, mistress.” The Cimbri in the cage kissed the back of her hand a few times, let her go, and ate the figs.

Mania retracted her arm, her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

The guards ran over, pointed their weapons at the Cimbri, and waited for her instructions.

“Forget it.” Mania said. She understood what he meant. They couldn’t speak the same language. The Cimbri wanted to tell her that he was not dangerous.

“Ask if there is anyone on the ship who can speak Cimbri or Germanic,” Mania said.

The steward went to find a Germanic half-breed sailor, but Mania was shocked to find that this Cimbri could not speak any language of any Germanic tribe. Although Mania did not understand Germanic, she was well-informed and could recognize the accent of the Germanic language. And the language spoken by this Cimbri was a language she had never heard of before.

“Mistress.” The Cimbri only knew this Latin word. He extended his hand to Mania again.

The steward and the guard were right beside her, which made Mania a little bolder, and she extended her hand. The Cimbri pinched her hand again and kissed the back of her hand.

“!@#￥, mistress” The Cimbri shook the cage door, and the meaning was obvious, he figured it out.

Mania pondered for a moment.

As a priest for 30 years, she knew better than most people whether there were gods in this world. She had never received an oracle. She was acting on behalf of God. Religion was just a subtle politics.

But these few days were too coincidental and too special. On the day she retired, she got this Cimbri. He appeared in a situation with such a small probability of being struck by lightning, and he did not die, and his wounds healed on his own. The coincidence and the outrageous specialness made people suspect that there was a higher power arranging all this. He took the initiative to reach out to her and kissed the back of her hand.

She couldn’t help but wonder, is this a gift from the goddess to her for her 30 years of service?

“Open the cage door.” Manya made a decision.

On the one hand, if it was a gift from the goddess, she didn’t want to miss the olive branch handed over by the Cimbri. On the other hand, the butler and the two guards were her nephew’s property, not hers, Manya. When she settled down, they would leave. If she didn’t sell the Cimbri, she would still have to face him alone.

A steward who is good at business or skilled in craftsmanship can be hired with the promise of profit, and a maid who can serve can be trained carefully, but loyal guards are the most difficult to find. In the face of danger, how can we guarantee that they will put the safety of their masters above their own safety? This requires time to accumulate trust and feelings, and even in-depth communication. The two guards of the nephew are of no use to Manya, because they are neither familiar with each other nor trust each other.

If guards are to be trained from scratch, this Cimbri who does not speak the language and needs to rely on himself to survive is more worthy of training than a random strong man.

The steward unlocked the door, and the two guards nervously grasped their shields and weapons. They knew the strength of this Cimbri.

Click, the cage door opened. Manya bravely stretched out her hand again. The Cimbri climbed out of the cage, pinched her hand, and kissed the back of her hand.

Mania was very satisfied, and suddenly remembered that she had not given him a Latin name. The Latins named their slaves, or named them according to the region, and called him Cimbrianus. Or they named him according to his characteristics, such as naming the bald man Maosheng, the short man Gaoge, and the eunuch Xiongzhuang.

She thought about it and decided to name him after the Latin word “Vis”, which means a strong man.

“Visius” Mania pointed her finger at the forehead of the Cimbri and said to him.

A gust of sea breeze blew over, and Mania smelled the smell of Visius. He was as smelly as a male goat in heat.

“Get some water to bathe him.” Mania said.

“Ah ~” Mania opened her mouth to demonstrate to him, and opened his mouth with her hands to look at his teeth.

Visius had quite a few teeth, which might have been knocked out in battle. His cheek muscles were thick, which meant that he ate coarse food and needed to chew repeatedly, which meant that he was not from the upper class.

His pupils were blue-green, his facial features were three-dimensional, and the mottled scars made him look very masculine.

When Mania touched Visius’s face, he got an erection. She smiled and accepted his compliment. (1. Erect penis represents good luck. 2. The body is more honest than words, and erection is a sincere compliment to women.)

The guards who possess the mistress naturally have a desire to protect her.

After sailing on the sea for a day and a night, they arrived at the port city of Naples at noon the next day.

After hiring a donkey cart and walking for half an hour, they arrived at the seaside holiday villa of the Manius family.

The villa is not big, with only two courtyards. There are many maids cleaning in the courtyard, and someone is preparing dinner in the kitchen.

“How many servants are there in this villa?” Mania asked the housekeeper.

“Madam, there are only the gatekeeper slave and his son, because other masters will bring their own servants and cooks when they come for vacation, so there is no need to keep many slaves. Now these people are hired temporarily.” The housekeeper replied.

“Madam, I am the gatekeeper Porta (Latin “porta”, meaning “door”), and this is my son, little Porta.” The gatekeeper said.

In order to make it easier to remember the names of slaves, Roman masters would name slaves according to their duties. Most of the gatekeepers were called Potter. If the father and son had the same name, they would be called Old Potter and Little Potter. Old Potter was about thirty years old, and Little Potter was eight or nine years old.

Mania felt abdominal pain and had to defecate. She went to the kitchen, untied the crotch cloth under her dress, and sat on the toilet to defecate.

“Is there a slave language school nearby? Old Potter.” Defecation did not prevent Mania from talking to the gatekeeper Old Potter, nor did it prevent the busyness in the kitchen.

“A lot. Naples is a distribution center for sea ship trading. There is a large slave trading market here, and there are many schools that teach slaves to speak. The fee is 1 brass coin per day.” The gatekeeper said.

“That slave, Vicissus, take him to the language school tomorrow.” Mania said.

“Mistress, this slave is too strong. If he wants to run, I can’t stop him.” The gatekeeper said.

“You don’t need to watch him. You teach him the way and come back after sending him to the language school. If he wants to run away, you don’t have to worry about it.” Mania said.

“Yes.”

Little Potter was waiting with a wet linen cloth in her hand. Mania leaned forward and Little Potter wiped her butt.

Mania checked the bedroom in the backyard, and Little Potter followed, waiting to be ordered. She looked at the bedroom, bathroom, and dining room and was quite satisfied.

This two-story villa has no production facilities. It is purely a holiday villa. The study on the second floor has windows that open to the outside, and you can see the beach and the sea from the window, which is very nice.

“I want to take a shower.” Mania said.

“Mistress, I’ll ask the kitchen to boil water.” Little Potter said.

Walking downstairs from the second floor, Vitus the Cimbri was observing the house with a curious look on his face. He walked around casually, without any sense of slavery. The Germans were still a tribal society without slaves, and they had never seen such a luxurious house.