As he pressed, Publius began to adapt gradually, his voice getting smaller and smaller, and he developed a sense of comfort and fatigue similar to that after exercise, which made him unable to help but want to fall asleep.

At this time, the slave began to slap his back with his hands, which made him immediately raise his mind again. After a while, he turned to massage his head, and Publius closed his eyes slightly, and was intoxicated again.

When the man stopped massage, he actually felt unsatisfied.

"Sir, I'll rub your back." After the slave finished speaking, he spread a clean cloth towel on his back and began to push and rub it hard.

This was another feeling that was completely different from the previous massage and slap. While Publius was feeling it carefully, the dirt on his body was rubbed off his skin one by one.

The slave turned around to the wall to remove the copper pot, opened the lid, and poured the liquid inside onto Publius little by little.

Publius asked, sniffing the familiar smell, “Is this olive oil?”

"Yes, sir." The slave explained to him: "Because you just soaked hot water and fumigated again, although it helps blood flow and removes dirt, it will also cause a large amount of water in your body to lose. Applying olive oil will protect your skin..."

After hearing this, Publius sighed: "I really didn't expect that every step in this bathroom was very knowledgeable?!"

"Since His Majesty established the hot spring bath, it has been almost 20 years since his Majesty established the hot spring bath. Bathing has become a part of Turiyi's life, and it is still being developed and improved..." Tibruce said proudly: "Take the massages they had before, they were not randomly pressed. They were trained by Turiyi Hospital and passed the assessment before they could be stationed here."

"Oh?" Publius's original judgment was shaken by Tibruce's words: "Aren't they slaves?"

"It's a slave, but not an ordinary slave." Tibruce's pretended mysterious answer made Publius even more curious.

Before he could ask, the slave who gave him a massage answered: "Sir, we are from Egypt and are descendants of the Egyptians and Greeks..."

While the slave said, he used another clean cloth towel to rub Publius so that the olive oil could spread throughout the body and penetrate into the skin as soon as possible. Since the movement was much gentler than before, it did not affect their speech.

Although he had never been to Egypt, Publius knew about this distant country and had heard that the people there were dark skin, but the two of them had normal skin color. Obviously, it was because of their mixed race. At this time, Rome had not yet walked out of the Western Mediterranean. Even the patriarchs of the large clan like Publius had never owned Egyptian slaves. Therefore, he did not understand: Why are Egyptian slaves not ordinary?

But if he went to the bustling slave market on the east side of Turiyi, he would know that the price of ordinary Egyptian slaves was much more expensive than that of slaves of other races. This was due to demand: firstly, the male Egyptian slaves were excellent farmers and herders, while the female slaves were smart and well-behaved, and knew how to teach people how to dress up; secondly, Egyptian slaves worshiped gods extremely, were gentle in character, and were able to accept them, which was safer; secondly, Egypt and Daio

Nia is far apart, and the two have never had any conflicts, so naturally there is no hatred. Egyptian slaves have nothing to do with the race and forces around Dionia, so they are more at ease to use. Considering that the Kingdom Hotel receives foreign guests, safety is the most important thing; secondly, it must be Greek and the skin should not be too dark, so as not to scare some mountain race envoys who have never seen the world, so they tried their best to choose mixed-race slaves from Egypt and Greece.

"How many years have you been to Turiyi?" Tibruce asked casually.

"It's been over 4 years!" The younger-looking slave said with a little resentment: "Originally, based on our previous performance, we would have been free after the Hattis celebration last year, but the officials of the Slave Management Office told us that due to the lack of labor, the release of Kingdom slaves will be suspended once. At this year's celebration, we will double the number of places to liberate slaves, and we will also be given certain compensation. But in October, the war will still be in progress-"

"Wennuff, don't talk much, massage well!" The slave who gave Publius massage interrupted him and asked softly: "Two adults, his daughter had a fever yesterday and was being treated in the hospital. His mood was affected. I hope you don't take it to your heart."

Tibruce looked up at the slave standing beside him until he became frightened, and then slowly said, "Since you have been in Turiyi for more than four years and are in this Kingdom Hotel, then you should know what the envoys of our Kingdom of Dionys praise the most?"

The slave was a little nervous and didn't know what to say for a moment. The older slave quickly replied: "It's keeping his promise."

"Yes, it's keeping your promise!" Tibruce said in a deep voice: "What the Slave Management Office said was the decision made by the Senate. Don't worry, you will definitely restore your freedom to this year's celebration and will definitely be compensated. In addition, your massage skills are very good, and we have nothing to be dissatisfied with."

After hearing this, the two slaves burst into tears and thanked him repeatedly.

The young slave also said excitedly: "Sir, I'll give you another massage!"

Tibruce waved his hand and said, "No, it's time to shave me."

The young servant had to turn around and remove the curved blunt blade from the wall and aim it at Tibruce's back.

Publius was startled and shouted urgently: "Stop, what do you want to do?!"

Tibruce laughed and said, "Don't be nervous, Lord Publius, this thing is used to scrape off oil stains and dirt on your body. This is the last step of the bathroom massage."

"Is that?" Publius was skeptical, but soon he experienced the use of this blunt blade to gently scrape his body, which not only did not hurt, but instead felt a comfortable feeling.

After the massage, the slave helped them stand up and opened the wooden door next to them.

When leaving the room, Tibruce also said to the young slave: "May Hades protect your daughter and recover her health as soon as possible!"

The slave was immediately excited and thanked Tibruce again.

Leaving the slaves' sight, Publius couldn't help but sigh: "Tibruce, you are so nice to these slaves!"

Tibruce said seriously: "Mr. Publius, I know that you Romans are strict with slaves, but I advise you to change your attitude towards slaves in the future, because in Dionia, the safety of slaves' lives is protected by law, and the kingdom has also established a special department to manage them-"

"Slave Management Office?" Publius blurted out the new term he had just heard.

"That's right, both kingdom slaves and private slaves must be registered and supervised in the slave management office. Not only that, if you abuse slaves, you will be condemned by the people and will also affect your political career, because the fair and just God Hades blesses them.

In addition, the kingdom is not like Rome. Slaves will not always be slaves. As long as the slave has ambition, is willing to work hard, gain freedom, and then become a citizen of Dionian, pass the exam, take office, and finally become a minister of the kingdom... This is possible. Several of the officials who served in Rome this time were once slaves, and Mariji, the business minister who was trusted by His Majesty in the Senate, was also a slave, so don't humiliate the slave at will!..."

Publius was quite touched.

"By the way, sir, how do you feel after the massage?" Tibruce asked.

"The whole body is sore and swollen..." Publius said, "But... it's really comfortable. I almost fell asleep just now, and now I feel like my whole body is much lighter!"

"I heard you say that, according to the doctors, you are physically rigid and lacking exercise. You need to massage regularly in the future to ensure your health..." Tibruce said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

After hearing this, Publius asked seriously: "Is it expensive to go to the bathhouse in Turiyi?"

"Public baths are not expensive, with tickets of about 1 to 2 obors, but the cost is much higher for special massages, about 10 to 15 obors at a time... However, some veterans, ministers and wealthy businessmen in the kingdom specialize in spending money to get their slaves to study in the hospitals and baths, and then come back to massage themselves. This has become a trend."

When Publius heard this, he was very moved, and then asked reluctantly: "We have a bath, right?"

"There is the last item-" Tibruce pushed open the wooden door, and another pool in the room: "Cold water bath." Cold water!

If he had entered the bathroom, Publius would definitely retreat, but at this time he was fumigated and massaged. Not only was his body hot, but his skin was also red, like steamed shrimps. Therefore, when he heard the word "cold water", he strided into the pool without hesitation. The cold pool water immediately drove away the burning heat from his body, and the pores in his body were tightening rapidly, giving him an indescribable comfort.

He couldn't help but say, "How good it would be to have a glass of wine at this time!"

Tibruce then walked into the pool and said, "Today is too hasty. Tomorrow night, I will bring the adults a can of the best wine in Turiyi, and let's drink it in the bathroom."

"That's great!" Publius scrubbed the remaining oil stains on his body with clean water, and praised loudly: "Turi's bathhouse is better than you said, and Turi's is much more prosperous than Rome, which makes me want to move here soon!"
Chapter completed!