The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 1185 - 6 Ancient Rome High-end Clubhouse_2

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Chapter 1185: Chapter 6 Ancient Rome High-end Clubhouse_2

"Then, I’ll give it to you."

Looking at the vibrant roses in her arms, Cassandra’s cheeks couldn’t help but blush slightly.

It’s already stated so clearly, why does this gentleman still stuff so many roses into her arms?

After all, I spent money to buy them; I can’t just let them go to waste...

Luo En muttered to himself quietly, having no choice but to go along with the mistake.

However, this upset a few little girls nearby.

They didn’t understand the significance and taboos of the Lupercalia Festival, but the gift they just received wasn’t even warm in their hands before being snatched away in front of them, leaving them unable to swallow their anger. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

"No way! We want it too!"

"Exactly, why can she have flowers and not us?"

"Not fair!"

"Meanies!"

A group of little girls surrounded the two adults, angrily launching a verbal attack.

Meanwhile, while Nero distracted them with a frontal assault, the Three Sons of Destiny secretly used their Space Authority from behind to transfer the roses from Cassandra’s arms into their hands.

Cassandra couldn’t help but be stunned:

"You all..."

"We got it, so it’s ours. Want it? Too bad! Nah-nah-nah."

The four little girls swiftly completed the distribution and dashed towards the bathhouse with their bouquets of vibrant roses.

The two adults exchanged glances, helplessly had to hurry along to catch up.

The setting sun cast its rays down, gilding the dome of the bathhouse with a layer of golden brilliance; within the towering marble archway, steamy water mist hung in the air. The water streaming from the bronze lion head fountain fell into the uniquely patterned pool below, blending the sounds of water droplets with the philosopher’s debate under the gallery into a unique rhythm. Steam, like thin gauze, drifted past the columns where purple drapery hung, soaking the reliefs of War God Mars etched upon them, making them shine.

—Heroic Bath?

Luo En read the gilded letters on the plaque, feeling a bit curious about the meaning behind the name.

"It’s quieter here; only demigods and awarded warriors are qualified to enter."

Cassandra gently explained, then took out a bronze emblem with an image of a she-wolf nursing, handing it to her Chief God.

Got it, high-end private club.

Luo En suddenly understood and placed the credential on the table upon entering.

"Quirinus?"

The receptionist behind the desk wiped his eyes, somewhat incredulous.

Soon, a plump man rushed over like a rolling ball.

After carefully checking the emblem, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, his greasy face pulling into an almost ingratiating smile:

"It turns out to be the arrival of the Blood Descendant of Divine Ancestor, feel free to tell us whatever you need, we are at your service!"

"Prepare a few VIP rooms, we need to use them."

"At present, there are still two vacant. Sir, as you know, tomorrow is the Lupercalia Festival, so the spaces are quite tight,"

"Perfect, one for me, and one for the five of them."

Luo En retrieved the emblem and casually responded.

The owner nodded vigorously like a chicken pecking grain and hastily agreed.

Facing such distinguished guests, after making one blunder, he dared not linger anymore, hurriedly having the staff prepare.

As for Luo En, he was led by an attendant towards the private bathhouse.

Passing through the male public bath, he couldn’t help but be curious and peek inside.

A ray of light from the dome skylight shone, illuminating the goddess of victory Nike’s golden statue embedded at the bottom of the bath. Among the mist drifted the vibrant sound of the lyre, mixed with the incense fragrance from the burning spices, transforming this empire monument built from 80,000 travertine blocks into a holy temple shared by pantheon of gods and mortals alike.

In the dressing room, snowflake stone long benches were piled with Senators’ purple-edged toga robes and gladiators’ leather wrist guards, while slaves carrying incense oil jars shuttled between mica screens. The circular bath in the center of the hot water hall bubbled like lava, while old soldiers soaked in the sulfur spring water stretched their scarred backs, discussing tales of distant expeditions; meanwhile, youth gathered by the cold water pool under the Corinthian stone pillar, water droplets glided over their skin slicked with olive oil, pooling into small galaxies on the ground.

This spectacular scene gave Luo En a deeper understanding of the unique Roman bathing culture.

In human history, the Ancient Romans probably stood as those who dearly loved bathing. They soaked in bathhouses, dining, chatting, even holding meetings and reading books, spending entire days without feeling tired. It’s said one foreigner asked the Roman Emperor why he bathed once a day, to which the Roman Emperor replied, "Because I don’t have time to bathe twice a day."

The bathhouse held great importance in Ancient Roman culture as these public baths were the most important venues for social activities among people from different classes and backgrounds. Politicians spread their fame in the bathhouse, businessmen established networks there, and civilians sought opportunities, yet regardless of their class and social status, anyone can enter the public bath to enjoy life. No one had the right to prohibit others from bathing.

Therefore, the best way to understand Ancient Roman history is through Roman bathhouses.

However, public baths were not invented by the Romans; the history of Western bathhouses can actually trace back to Ancient Greece. Around 2000 B.C., the palace complex at Knossos City, Crete Island already had bathhouses. While the Romans’ bathhouses were grander and more atmospheric than the Greeks’, the inspiration for Roman bathhouses undoubtedly came from Greece.

So, this is mimicking Crete Island, isn’t it?

Though when I governed Knossos City back then, I was too busy to indulge in such pleasures.

Today, finally taking a day off, no matter what, I must relax and truly experience Roman bathing culture.

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