The Mad Tycoon of Rome

threw a sack on the ground.

 

He could see something wriggling inside the sack thrown like garbage.

 

“What is that? Are there any animals in it? “

 

The contents of the sack were still slightly moving.

 

Jaehoon frowned and clicked his tongue.
Even in modern times, there were many humans who were very below, in the level of abusing animals.

 

Jae-hoon, who was in a slightly elevated state of alcohol, approached the man, who was wondering if he would give him a sermon.

 

The sound of trudging footsteps echoed through the night streets and the distance narrowed.

 

Jae-hoon, who was about to pass the sack, stopped inadvertently.

 

His eyes quickly turned to the contents that came out between the finely unwrapped sacks.
He felt the touch of something warm on his ankle.

 

A hand, which was like a small tree branch, was holding his ankle.
But it was so weak that he didn't even feel captured.

 

The hand that crawled out of the sack was a ten-year-old Thracian girl with almost brown hair.

 

The blurred eyes showed no power, and the shoulders were full of beating marks.

 

A body that looked close to malnutrition was already embarrassing to call a human.

 

It was not an exaggeration to say that only life was attached to her, and she was very close to a corpse.

 

The drunkenness that had risen pleasantly in that miserable appearance evaporated in an instant.

 

“What is this…”

 

That girl desperately did not let go of the stunned Jae-hoon's feet.

 

To be honest, he didn't feel any power that he could not shake off, but rather than strength, he felt something like an obsession in her grip.

 

He could tell what kind of obsession it was without even asking.

 

It was an obsession with life.

 

The girl tried to move her mouth but did not produce a voice.

 

“…Do you want help?”

 

Jae-hoon muttered like he was talking to himself.
As if in response, the girl's dry lips moved slightly.

 

It was a thin voice, not even the sound of breathing, but to Jae-hoon it sounded like thunder.

 

“Hey! What are you doing, kid! Do you want to get scolded? “

 

The stocky man shouted nervously and clenched his chin. 

 

Hearing him the burly slave standing behind Jae-hoon took a step forward.

 

“Don't get involved in other people's business and get out of here.
Otherwise…”

 

The man who continued to speak threateningly kept his mouth shut after checking the slaves lined up behind Jae-hoon.

 

He can indirectly infer the rank of the family of the kid in front of him just by looking at the slaves' physique or clothes. 

 

There was even a luxurious palanquin behind Septimus and the slaves.

 

The quick-witted man recognized at a glance that Jae-hoon's status was unusual.

 

“…Could it be that you are a noble? “

 

Even if Jae-hoon was noble, he did not have the right to trample on the commoners at will.
Citizens of Rome, whether patricians or commoners, enjoyed guaranteed rights as Romans.

 

However, if it was a prestigious family with power and wealth, it was possible to bury the other person in a form that does not violate the law.

 

Even if they were fellow Romans, it was unreasonable for a commoner to stiffen their neck in front of a prestigious aristocrat.

 

Jae-hoon had the memory of Marcus intact, so he knew the reality of Rome well.

 

He nodded his head, putting on an expression of endless arrogance like old Marcus.

 

“Do you really have to ask to know? This is why I don't like ignorant things.”

 

“So what relation do you have with this child?”

 

Even though he tried not to show it, there was a hint of anger in his voice.

 

The man servilely rubbed his hands together, smiled, and said again.

 

“She's my slave.
I was disciplining her because I thought she needed some education.
“

 

“Discipline? Is this called discipline? “

 

The anger in Jae-hoon's voice deepened.
It was knowledgeable that slaves in this era were the property of their masters.

 

However, there was a difference of about a million light years between what Jae-hoon knew with knowledge and the man in front of him.

 

But in Rome today, those who reacted like Jae-hoon belonged to the strange side.

 

No matter how the master treats the slave, it was the master's heart and choice of what he wants to do with them.
Even if he beat them to death for not liking them or nothing with stupid words, it didn't matter to anyone.

 

Only the master suffers the monetary loss equal to the value of the slave.

 

Although it was nothing but bullshit to Jae-hoon, who had modern sensibilities and could not accept it.

 

“Is this child being beaten so mercilessly because she didn't do anything wrong, but just because she needed an education?”

 

“You have to make them compliant so that they don't have any problems later.
The original version was pretty good, but you get more money than your money's worth if you decorate it and sell it for the first time?”

 

It was disgusting reason that just hearing it made Jae-hoon's ears rot.
As his expression hardened, it was rather the man who was embarrassed.

 

He sincerely did not understand why the noble boy in front of him was angry.

 

Seeing the other person's expression like that, Jae-hoon felt the rising anger cool down.

 

Instead of anger, what bloomed in his heart was a deep hatred.

 

The target was not just the man in front of him.

 

But he couldn't bear him because he was ashamed of himself now, who had sung a song saying that this was a paradise on earth just before.

 

His face was so red that he wanted to hide in a mouse hole.

 

'Is this a utopia? What bullshit.
This is disgusting…
'

 

'If I could, I wanted to beat myself up a few minutes ago.'

 

The brighter the moon rose, the deeper and darker the darkness beneath in it.
Ancient productivity was vastly lacking compared to modern times.
In such a place, if he wanted to wield enormous wealth like a chaebol, there will inevitably be people under him.

 

Jae-hoon did not want to see how miserable they lived.

 

Having lived his entire life with a dirt spoon, he was blinded by the wealth that aristocratic life brought.

 

In his eyes, a young girl struggling to survive overlapped with his modern self.

 

If Jae-hoon had been born in ancient Rome rather than modern times, he would have lived a life no different from this girl.

 

“What were you planning to do with this kid?”

 

“Yes? That's.., I'll continue to train her and educate her like now.”

 

“And what if she dies?”

 

“I have done this for a year or two now, and I know how much it takes them to die.”

 

The man, who received a premonition of something from Jae-hoon's expression, urgently added his words.

 

“This is definitely my property by law.
You know that under roman law no nobleman can encroach on a citizen's property, right?”

 

“Therefore.”

 

Jae-hoon, who stopped moving, asked expressionlessly.

 

“What?”