The so-called "nurturing bandits to justify one's own importance",
if there were no more criminals in the world, what need would there be for police?
Sometimes, a rebellious force like Spartacus was extremely necessary for Night's existence.
But their roles needed a slight swap.
In Night's eyes, those truly decayed and filthy old things feeding on Rome were none other than the highest level of the state, the Senate.
If he did not take the official route, he would be quite happy to stand with Spartacus, using slaves and the masses as the foundation to ignite a brand-new flame across Roman soil.
But now, since he had come and was prepared to accept this barbaric Roman Republic, still imperfect in every system, then let Spartacus help him clean out some vermin that were inconvenient to eliminate openly.
Even in the future, guide Spartacus's storm of liberation to sweep through Gaul, Britannia, and other regions...
At that time, under the banner of saving these countries, he could even
legitimately take over these lands.
No, this was truly too evil.
Even he himself could not bear to look at it.
However, he had not deceived Spartacus—if given the opportunity, he would establish a more stable and peaceful nation, rather than the current chaotic and disorderly world.
After that, Night began selecting the slaves he wanted in this special gladiatorial arena.
However, before checking he looked at the man and he revealed his budget—
"I've got twenty talents (thanks to the Pompey family for sending him money again) so, money is not a problem.
But only want high-quality gladiator warriors, the more the better."
"Twenty...twenty...wait a minute..."
The temporary person in charge of the gladiatorial arena became excited on the spot.
But this deal was too big for him to make the decision himself, so he invited Crassus, who had just seen Marius off.
Including the previous encounters with Gnaeus Pompey and Little Caesar, Night had finally come into contact with all three future members of the Roman Triumvirate.
When Crassus welcomed his arrival with a smile and sincerely addressed him as a friend.
"My dear friend, I have already learned about your order from my subordinates. What kind of slaves do you want specifically?
Rest assured, I, Crassus, can guarantee it—everything you want will be available! You will definitely be satisfied!"
Night said. "I want a batch of powerful Spartan warriors. If possible, I would also like some physically strong female gladiators."
"No problem. I even have female Spartan warriors here!"
Twenty talents, even Crassus did not often encounter such a big deal.
If the other party could bring him massive wealth, then even if he were asked to worship him as one of the Twelve Olympian Gods, he would do it.
Although Crassus had previously stated that he would give Marius a batch of Spartan warriors, he naturally could not have taken all of his stock.
Moreover, if the order was large enough, it would not matter if he sent Marius two fewer.
After all, what Lord Marius truly valued was only Spartacus—other warriors were merely extras.
(Marius: Thanks a lot!)
"There are even female Spartan warriors?"
Hearing his words, Night was slightly surprised, feeling as though his eyes had lit up.
After all, the fertility rate of Spartan warriors was not high, or rather, most of their children, even if born, might not safely survive to adulthood.
Even in the most basic historical worlds, records of how Spartan warriors trained their people state that once children grew to have a certain level of mobility, they would be sent into the deep mountains to survive in the wilderness.
They would even have to spend an entire winter outside, fighting wild wolves.
Only through such trials of blood and fire could truly powerful warriors be born.
Those who could survive such hellish intensity, let alone women, even men were few, making female Spartan warriors even rarer.
"But sir, the price of female Spartan warriors would be more than three times higher."
Seeing that the other party was interested, Crassus stated.
However, Night readily agreed and did not bargain.
Scarcity increases value—
In any case, the money was not coming out of his own pocket.
Seeing how straightforward he was, Crassus directly informed him of his inventory...
"Sir, I still have more warrior in my possession, would you like to buy them as well..."
"How many?" Hearing her words, Night became even more curious.
"There are fifty make Spartans and twelve female Spartans.."
Aside from the batch of warriors originally intended for Marius, Crassus still had fifty male Spartan warriors and twelve female Spartan warriors in his possession.
Hearing these numbers made his eyelids twitch.
He even suspected that Crassus had sent people to the land of Sparta and wiped out the local tribes' population.
The Battle of Thermopylae only managed to gather three hundred warriors, yet here you are with one-fifth of that population.
But it's even better...
"I want them all…"
Hearing his straightforward words, Crassus's attitude grow even more enthusiastic and he said.
"My friend, I actually still have more than twenty Spartan warriors in my hands, but they were originally reserved by someone else.
If you are willing to pay triple the price, I am willing to sell you ten more."
Night didn't even think about it and said straightforwardly. "I can pay five times the price… the remaining twenty-plus, I want all of them as well."
Crassus: …!
So this was running into a real tycoon!
Damn it!
His breathing immediately grew rapid.
Although slave money itself was not much when added together, a fivefold profit—what merchant could possibly resist that?!
And it was a normal transaction with absolutely no risk.
If a gift this huge was placed right in front of you and you still didn't eat it, then you'd be a complete bastard.
Damn it—!
"Good!!! Then they're all yours, my dear friend!"
At this moment, Marius was completely thrown to the back of Crassus's mind.
He could just find an excuse later to brush it off.
After all, with Spartacus as an investment, that elder would still owe him a favor.
When the time came, he would just say that the Spartan slaves had all revolted and escaped!
And then say something like...
'But I still have equally powerful Thracian warriors under my command. Just look at the strength of Spartacus, there's no need to elaborate on how outstanding Thracian warriors are, right?
Saying it like that, he believed that elder would certainly understand his "sincerity" and "helplessness".
However—
When he saw that the other party didn't even blink before agreeing,
Crassus suddenly felt like he had suffered a loss!
Damn it, that suffocating money power, could he have raised the price even higher?
If he'd known, he should have bargained a bit and tried quoting ten times the price.
Usually, it was Crassus who smashed others with money.
This time, he actually ran into an even bigger dog tycoon who didn't treat money as money at all.
Even the king of ancient Babylon throwing gold around probably wasn't much more impressive than this.
However, while he was lamenting the fact, he heard the other party speak.
"Besides Spartan warriors, I also want Thracian warriors. However many you have here, I want all of them as well!"
Crassus's heart gave a heavy clunk.
…Thracians too?
He had only just steeled himself to compensate Marius with more Thracian warriors, and yet that thought was quickly tossed aside.
A deal not taken was a deal for idiots, especially when the profit multiplied.
Crassus hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Well… I do have quite a number of Thracian warriors here, but—"
Night frowned slightly.
"They're already reserved as well?"
As he spoke, a hint of displeasure surfaced in his eyes.
For a brief moment, he even suspected Crassus was trying to take advantage of him just because he had money.
Sure, the money had been squeezed out of Pompey—but that didn't mean it was easy to take.
He dared to take it.
Did Crassus really dare to take it too?