Chapter 237 This is Augustus's sash! (4k)

There had been many Augustus in the Old World where Rome had its foothold.

But the most famous and most recognized one is always the first one.

Since him, Augustus has changed from an ordinary name to one of the most honorable titles in the world.

Because this is the person who almost became the true master of the world.

Those who killed him and betrayed him even took pride in using his name and owning everything he left behind.

This is him, the founder of the Holy Roman Republic and the master of the world who failed to own the world - Augustus Julius.

A Roman name that is not Roman, but to Moon, it is the most Roman Rome!
Because this comes from the two legends of Caesar and Octavian.

These are also the two key factors for the Republic to move towards an imperial system.

This name not only represents Morn's longing for his hometown and tribute to the legend, but also marks the ending of this archive from the very beginning.

I am Octavian, therefore I come to inaugurate. I am Caesar, therefore I come to die.

This was Moon's choice. He was well aware of the ruin brought about by the eldest sons, and someone of sufficient weight had to step forward to mend and repair everything.

Thus Rome came into being and Augustus appeared.

He personally founded a powerful and civilized Roman Republic, and gradually took control of this broken world with excellent diplomatic skills and strong military force.

Then she began to mend the clothes day and night without taking a rest.

In the end, he even made the major churches and even the Supremes, who had only reluctantly acknowledged the necessity of a man like him, truly recognize his rule.

And was willing to wait for him until death.

He was also willing to have the crown of Lord of the World, which none of his eldest sons had achieved, crowned on his head.

Before the last moment of his assassination, the only land that had not yet recognized Roman rule had already forged for him the most luxurious crown in history by the two supreme beings.

As long as he came in person, his rule and annexation to Rome would be recognized and he would be crowned.

But unfortunately, Augustus, who was just one step away from truly ruling the world, died absurdly in an assassination attempt by the Senate.

The gods and kings were all surprised, especially the allies who had only been annexed because Augustus was the one who had joined.

The fools in the Senate didn't seem to understand why Rome could rule the world.

That's simply because everyone knew that someone had to step up and take charge of everything, and they only found Augustus as the only person who met all the requirements.

So, as long as Augustus was alive, they could still recognize Rome.

But if Augustus died, who would care about Rome, which was no longer Rome?
Apart from Augustus, who has truly made achievements, who else can make the recovered Supremes nod their heads?

The other supreme ones can't do it, let alone the so-called elders who want to steal the fruit?
This was something that every normal person at the time could understand, but the only people who did not understand was the senators who were closest to Augustus.

They really thought that Rome's success could bypass Augustus.

Therefore, everything fell apart in an instant.

Even Rome, the only capital of the world, was destroyed following the riots.

Although the Holy Roman Republic collapsed, this great country has left a strong mark all over the world.

To this day, many Roman artifacts are still unearthed from ruins all over the world.

Once upon a time, that was enough for Morn.

This is what Rome should be like, creating a brief glory and then quietly returning to history.

He and Rome, who have completed the repair of the world, can escape from this glory that is bound to be destroyed.

It has become a beautiful history that everyone can yearn for and admire whenever they talk about it.

If possible, there would be a little bit of Rome left for ourselves to recall and for the world to see this history directly.

Even better.

So when he heard that the Roman Empire still existed, Moon was really happy.

The historical problem of no gods stationed in the Old World was also intentionally maintained.

But Moon didn't expect that Rome would become so crazy as soon as he left.

Therefore, the history of Augustus cannot end here.

He wanted to strangle to death with his own hands this foul-smelling poisonous creature that was born from his corpse.

"Augustus Julius."

When Moon said this to the man calmly and solemnly.

The man's eyes were filled with disbelief.

And the shock like a raging storm.

He couldn't help but take a few steps back.

It seemed that this would allow him to see clearly whether the man in front of him who called himself Augustus was really the master of the world.

But unfortunately, he is just a mortal, and so is Moon.

So after a brief moment of shock, the man steadied his steps and said with his head down:
"Master, I told you that Augustus is dead, and you will not be him."

It was obvious that the man didn't think Moon was that legend.

He just thought Morn was another good and foolish man who wanted to emulate the hero of thirteen years ago.

Mo En did not emphasize his identity. He just looked at the man seriously and asked:

"Has someone said the same thing to you before? The person thirteen years ago?"

The man looked up at Moen, and after a moment he nodded and said:
“No matter how disappointed people are with the subsequent Augustus, Augustus will always be the most popular name for people to follow. Moreover, I and all of us do feel that he is Augustus!”

Honest, brave, willing to fight for all injustices, and willing to resist for all slaves.

If this is not Augustus, then Augustus is not worthy of him!

Moen was not angry, he just asked curiously:
"What's his name, then?"

"Spataco, my Lord. His name is Spataco! The hero from the Coliseum of Capua!"

Moon, who remembered the name, nodded, picked up the ticket again and asked:

"And you are leaving Rome?"

The man shook his head without any desire and said:

"I was born in Rome, so I shall die in Rome, in whatever capacity."

Moon put down the ticket and threw it on the side of the road.

After wiping his hands carefully, he stretched out his hand to the man in front of him and said:

"If I say I intend to change this wrong situation, would you be willing to come with me like I did thirteen years ago?"

Looking at the hand that Moon extended and the boat ticket that Moon threw at his feet.

The man felt his mouth dry.

He seemed to be thrown into two huge whirlpools, tossing and turning.

After a long struggle, he lowered his head and said:
"This is stupid, there's no way you can win. You lost thirteen years ago!"

But looking at the hand that still hasn't let go.

The man took a deep breath and shook it:

"Well, what are you going to do?"

Thirteen years ago, he felt that he would definitely win, so he invested all his wealth in it.

Thirteen years later, he felt he was bound to lose, but he still put all his fortune on it.

I still call you Moen, but it is no longer out of respect for your identity, but respect for your character.

"I want to know who is most likely to resist and who has the best ability to resist?"

The man said without hesitation:
"Gladiators! Rome has countless arenas and at least millions of gladiators. They are all slaves, and they are the most capable slaves."

"They were the main force of the rebellion thirteen years ago."

The several Romes in the Old World are of the same origin. Although they themselves do not recognize the legal status of each other, in fact many people, including themselves, refer to the several Romes as Rome. Gladiator uprising?
I like!
Moen nodded and smiled:
"So where should I go if I want to buy a gladiator?"

"Augustus Gymnasium, that is the largest gladiator training gym in Capua."

"Then go there!"

Although the gladiators launched a great rebellion thirteen years ago.

However, the suppression was successful and gladiator culture was indeed one of Rome's pillar industries.

So the existence of gladiators was still preserved.

It's just under stricter supervision.

As a result, many gladiator training gyms became state-owned.

But no matter where you are, there are human connections, and this is also true in Capua, especially in Capua's largest gladiator training hall.

In the vortex thirteen years ago, Augustus Training Hall remained private and still stands today.

Deep inside the Augustus training gym, the owner of the gym was sitting on his recliner, examining Moon and the man who had suddenly visited.

He knew the man, so he smiled directly at Moen:

"Quintus! I didn't expect to see you again."

Quintus Horace Flaccus, that was the man's full name.

Quintus put on the collar again and bowed slightly to show respect.

He said nothing, for slaves were not allowed to go around their masters and answer.

After looking at Quintus, who had been transformed from an archon into a slave, with amusement, the owner of the training hall looked at Moon seriously and said:
"So who are you? What do you want to do with us?"

Moon did not answer directly, but glanced at the two shirtless men behind him.

"That's the Gladiator?"

The training hall owner turned around and said:
"Yes, they are some of my best gladiators."

"How many gladiators like this do you have?"

"Three hundred and twenty-one, each one a carefully selected warrior."

He was very proud when he said this.

This is an inheritance passed down through generations in their family and is also his greatest achievement in his life.

But what he didn't expect was that the other party actually spoke directly:

“I want to buy them all.”

The face of the owner of the training hall darkened slightly, and the people present were in an uproar.

This sounds like something that is meant to stir up trouble.

"Sir, if you have nothing else to say, please leave. I'm not interested in talking to someone like you."

He came to meet the other party because he brought a high-ranking slave like Quintus with him.

But it's not just the other party who's joking and making trouble.

Moon waved his hand and signaled Quintus to take out the thing.

It was a purple sash of Tyre.

Tyrian purple is the most precious purple in Rome and even in the world today.

It is also known as the true purple.

Things that can be used for this are generally very precious.

Especially the ribbon, which is a symbol that has a special meaning.

"I heard that the owner of Augustus Training Center wants to get involved in politics. But he has been struggling to find a suitable stepping stone?"

The owner of the training hall said without comment:
"Yes, but what of that? I have several ribbons like that."

"And those were all donated to our training hall by successive Capua governors and even the Emperor!"

Moen smiled and said:

"But this is the sash of Augustus!"

The owner of the training hall still shook his head and smiled:

"Maybe I didn't explain it clearly. One of the ribbons in our training hall was given by Augustus."

"I'm talking about Augustus of the Holy Roman Republic."

The voice of the training hall owner suddenly stopped.

He looked at the purple ribbon in disbelief.

"how to prove?"

"There is his handwriting on the ribbon. I think with your status you should be able to find a reliable appraiser, right?"

Quintus also displayed the name that had just been written in front of everyone.

To be honest, he admitted that he almost suffocated when he saw Moon nonchalantly replace the ribbon with another one of Augustus's handwriting and casually write the name on it.

Then, with the venue owner swallowing his words, the best appraiser in all of Capua rushed over.

At first glance, he thought it was probably a fake.

Too new.

But when he saw the handwriting, his frown and disdainful look changed instantly.

He kept rubbing his eyes, and then took out eye drops and dripped them in.

Finally, after confirming that this was really written by Augustus, he excitedly held the ribbon and kissed it repeatedly:
"God of nature, it's actually true! It's true!"

It is said that Augustus had three purple sashes of Tyre, but they all disappeared with the fall of Rome.

He never expected that he would see one of them in his lifetime.

Seeing the other party's actions, the venue owner hurriedly took it away from the other party.

This is his, what if he kisses it and ruins it?

After confirming that it was not damaged or stained, he asked in disbelief:
"So this is true?"

The appraiser looked at the ribbon he had taken away reluctantly and said:

"Of course it is real. It is undoubtedly the original work of Augustus."

"But isn't this too new? It looks like it was made just last month?"

The appraisal master sneered:
"It's normal that it's new. This is Augustus's sash. If you got it, would you try every means to make it look like the original? If you still don't believe it. Hal! Come here!"

The prophet named Hal stepped forward immediately.

This made Moon look at him more. He remembered that when he first went to the Eastern Commercial Union to sell the authentic Shang and Zhou Dynasty paintings he had made just last week, it was also a prophet named Hal who was responsible for confirming it.

However, since Hal had the master's stepping stone, he fed himself a bunch of potions as soon as he came up.

Only after everything was prepared did he raise his hand and begin the identification, or prediction.

"Tell me if this is the sash of Augustus!"

As soon as he finished speaking, this Hal fell asleep just like the previous Hal.

Looking at the fallen prophet, the venue owner no longer had any doubts and stretched out his hand to Moon and said:
"This training hall is yours!"

"Training hall? No, I want your gladiators. I want to take them to the south to challenge other gladiators."

Capua is the capital of Eastern Romania, and it is not suitable to start the war directly here.

The venue owner was even happier when he heard this.

"Ah, then I will prepare a clearance certificate, a carriage, and food for you right away!"

Gladiators were not allowed to use airships as a means of rapid movement, and this was the only restriction that Rome still seriously adhered to.

(End of this chapter)