For slaves, the minimum amount of food needed to keep them alive was enough.
Even some harsh slave owners often did not feed their slaves, which was very normal.
It was not uncommon for slaves to work on an empty stomach. Eating was not for them to be full, that was just a state of luxury...
More often than not, they never got full, and they were always in a state of hunger.
However—
the fact that the night allowed them to exercise made some slaves think of a bad possibility.
"Are you trying to train us to become gladiators?"
Several Spartans were a little resistant, and they suddenly asked with a sense of sadness and anger.
Spartans who were sent to the mountains at a young age to fight wolves and survive the whole winter in order to become qualified as a Spartan warrior
almost every Spartan has a sense of glory and arrogance and pride in their own strength as a qualified warrior.
They are full of powerful skills, and they can die on the battlefield, but they should never become a show for the pleasure of the slave owners.
If Night really forces them to participate in the gladiatorial games,
even if they are afraid of Night's power and appear to submit, they will definitely resist in their hearts. There is even a chance that they may rebel in the future....
Spartan warriors are not that afraid of death.
They were willing to accept night as their master, and most of the reason was that night's powerful strength had convinced them.
But if night wanted to humiliate them like other slave masters and trample on their dignity, they would rather choose death.
However, night shook his head—
and then said something that shocked them,
"Not gladiators, but warriors! I need a group of warriors who can really go to war.
I'm not afraid to tell you that in the future I may take you into battle against the Allies, or on the battlefield between Rome and other countries..."
He even said that if necessary, he wanted these people to have the courage to do anything, even to do something against Rome, if he asked them to.
"You will be my most loyal and heroic soldiers and servants, and together we will achieve great things on the battlefield,
scaring all our enemies!
I want you to fight for me! As long as I give the order, no matter how terrifying the enemy is,
you will bravely brandish your weapons.
Live as a warrior and die as a warrior, and live with more dignity.
How about it, can you do it?"
Night calmly looked at the group of slave warriors,
"Fight for me, and I can bestow upon you supreme glory.
You will no longer be the lowest of slaves, but heroic warriors who make the women of Rome scream with joy.
If you achieve enough for me,
I will even allow you to marry and have children in the future, and even take back the names that originally belonged to you.
From the moment they became slaves and were sold in Rome, the names of the slaves were erased, and they were not allowed to use their original names.
They were just tools that could talk –
The new owner could give the slave a new name at will.
Even a numerical designation would do.
Whether or not you were allowed to use your original name depended on the mood, temperament and hobbies of the slave owner.
Recover your name? At this moment, a glimmer of light seemed to rise in the dim, numb eyes of all the slaves, seeing the respect of being treated as a human being instead of an animal, no longer being treated as a tool.
Chapter 64 The blueprint reflects the future, the true God of the world, our light of relief!
Even their names were taken away from them, as was their right to natural reproduction.
Even if they secretly had a child with a person, the newborn would become the personal property of the slave owner and become a new slave.
For generations, there was no way out of this hopelessness!
It is no wonder that Rome often collapsed under its own weight due to such excessive and oppressive exploitation.
Ye knew the subtle rules and habits of this era, and it was not something he could change with a few words.
If you just put the cake right in front of the slaves' mouths, they'll suspect it's poisoned... Are the slave owners trying to kill them and take pleasure in their suffering?
But once kindness and mercy are linked to benefits, even the smallest change is enough to make the slaves grateful.
Just like how Ye just freed these slaves from their last shackles, and they all knelt down in gratitude,
their loyalty has skyrocketed.
If there were systematic data, Ye would probably be hearing the sound of loyalty being continuously +1, +1 right now.
After initially granting the slaves their freedom and dignity, he now gives them a chance.
Ye: "Want dignity? Want more freedom?
Then fight for it with your own hands.
Want glory? Want to reproduce for future generations?
Then fight for it yourself on the battlefield.
As long as you fight for me and do enough to earn my respect, I can even restore your freedom in the future.
Your children will not be born as the sons and daughters of slaves.
They can live in the sun with their heads held high!"
With each word that Ye spoke, the slaves below became more and more excited and agitated.
At this moment
they were not even hesitant about whether to believe in the Spartan of the night.
Those other slave fighters were already breathing very heavily, and they even began to fantasize about a bright future.
Ah, their great and kind master had really painted a picture of happiness for them.
If there really was such a future, they would be happy to die on this road of struggle for it.
If there is a choice –
at least they want to choose a more dignified path and live with dignity.
And if it is said that up to now, the words of the night have only moved their hearts.
Then next, it is a comet strike, and even more, they have seen a sincere and perfect system –
Night: "If you capture the heads of ten enemies on the battlefield, then you will have the opportunity to reproduce your offspring.
I will personally purchase female slaves for you and marry them to give birth to children.
If you kill fifty enemies, you will have your own servants, and you can even rely on military merit to improve your status and position with me.
After every victory, everyone with a position can move up one level.
When you are able to lead a team of 100 people, I will completely exempt you from your slave status and allow you to become true civilians.
Even—
fight for me and create enough merit, your wives and daughters will also have the opportunity to escape their slave status.
Even if you are unfortunately killed in battle, I will raise your children. In the future, they will still have the opportunity to fight for me,
and inherit the merit you completed during your lifetime, giving them a greater possibility of escaping their slave status."
Ye used a very typical military merit system. In the Qin Dynasty, the whole nation was a soldier, and a wooden tablet was erected to be trusted.
In this world, everything can betray you. Ideals and glory are unreliable. They may all be the big promises the upper classes give you. There are only beautiful blueprints, but the reality is always unattainable.
But tangible benefits will not...
Ye gave them a clear hope, a visible opportunity to escape their slave status and regain their freedom.
Even if they were unfortunate enough to die in battle, their descendants could inherit their achievements.
If they killed 49 people in battle, then their descendants only needed to kill one more person to obtain their own servants and gain the status of officers in the army.
After winning two battles, there was great hope of becoming a true civilian in the future.
As long as they dare to fight in the battlefield and are not afraid of death...then sooner or later, one of their descendants will become a free citizen and even inherit the glory of their ancestors...
What a gift!
Each of the promises made by the night seemed to be a fact that was close at hand, ready to be touched and verified.
And each was a fantastic treatment that the other slaves living in this era would never dare to dream of or believe.
In response, the excited slaves trembled as they watched the night.
Then they fell silent, but when a Spartan warrior volunteered to step forward, he performed a warrior's salute and knelt to show his submission.
Afterwards, the other slaves followed suit,
and they all shouted in unison, "Your will –!!!
May we become the swords and spears in your hands, and die for you! Forever and ever... Great master, thank you for your mercy!"
They looked at the man in front of them with reverence, as if he were a god, and gave them hope.
Night was like a real sun, reviving their minds and bodies, and a cold and numb heart became hot.
And now they have new expectations in their hearts, a longing for the future. They can foresee that for some time to come, they will all train diligently and obediently...
Waiting for the opportunity that Night has spoken of, for them to go to war and make a name for themselves.
The power of the human heart is terrifying. When a person's will and beliefs are strong enough, just how powerful they can become.
The Senate did not know, nor did the Roman aristocrats;
they did not even consider slaves as human beings, and would never have imagined that these tools, as they so often looked down on them,
could be driven to desperation or given a belief and then unleash such terrifying fighting power.
Even for the sake of their freedom, for the sake of passing on their bloodline, for the instinct of reproduction engraved in the DNA of humans and other creatures, they would become the most fearless warriors!
Until the day when Ye fulfills his promise, this loyalty and faith will once again erupt!
For the slaves, this is an opportunity—an opportunity only in the presence of Ye, their kind master.
If they break away from Ye, they will never be able to escape their slave status, and no country or race will ever accept them.
Even if they escape back to their hometown, they will be marked with the stigma of having been a slave and will be treated as inferior.
Therefore—
they had no way out and no better choice.
Only by following Night could they gain true freedom and dignity as a person, and the hope of living a happy life.
For this reason, even if in the future Night asked them to turn their weapons on any country, they would not hesitate.
Because apart from Night, no one else would respect their dignity. Even if they were used for war, they would never be treated with respect, and they would be allowed to live and die as a person, as a warrior!
He (the master) is different...
In the future, perhaps he will become the common belief of all slaves.
At a certain moment, the two slave sisters, who were kneeling below, looked up at the towering figure with reverence, and the thought trembled in their hearts.
If that moment ever came—
perhaps...he was the (true) God of mankind walking on the earth! He was the savior of the slaves!
Chapter 65: AI does not have a sense of human shame, so it can—!
It was late at night, and the slave sisters had prepared the bath water for the night and were ready to serve the night bath.
It was then that the night remembered to ask them their names.