The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 1186 - 6 Ancient Rome High-Class Club_3

Reaching the end of the road, he entered the bathhouse, its interior exuding luxury at every turn.

The blue crystals embedded in the dome filtered the noonday sun into liquid amber, draping over thirty-seven porphyry columns, weaving a flowing veil in the incense-laden mist.

The peacock-blue glazed ceramic dome, supported by a triptych arcade, pierced the evening mist, while the bronze bells hanging from the eaves jingled softly. An ivory statue of the Goddess of Victory held a gilded olive branch, but her wings were transformed into aqueduct diverters. Twelve bronze eagle-headed spouts continuously gushed clear water and hot steam day and night, offering a comfortable ambiance.

Luo En was about to undress and step into the pool when several elaborately adorned female slaves entered the bathhouse, barefoot on the Cyprus Star Sand-paved floor, pouring bronze jars of water. Their attire was scant, and the heat conducting through the serpentine marble pipes etched crimson lattice patterns on their backs, like armor caressed by Venus’s fingers.

Even after adding the water, the female slaves showed no intent to leave.

One held a silver bath basin filled with Rose Salt and Numidian Meteorite Powder by the poolside; another held a scraper and bathrobe, standing behind a Peacock Stone Screen. Two more, having shed their veils, slipped into the warm pool, flanking Luo En on the left and right.

Seeing two pairs of quivering orbs creating ripples as they approached, Luo En quickly quelled his thoughts of indulgence and sternly ordered:

"Stop, all of you leave, I can do it myself!"

"If you’re unsatisfied with us, we can have a different group."

"No need."

"If you prefer male slaves, we have those too."

"I said no, I’m not used to being served by strangers."

Hearing the esteemed guest repeatedly refuse, the female slaves reluctantly dressed and left the bathhouse.

Confirming the persistent elves had finally gone, Luo En looked at the proud ’No. 2’ and smiled wryly.

Truly a high-class establishment, even offering such services.

Moreover, those female slaves seem to be exceptionally beautiful, each with a more outstanding figure than the last.

If not accustomed to more beautiful, unattainable flowers, perhaps he couldn’t have resisted.

However, Luo En was unaware that the Heroic Bath’s primary function is indeed bathing; these extraordinarily beautiful female slaves were additional offerings, only for special customers.

If it weren’t for that piece of Quirinus’s Emblem in his hand, he wouldn’t naturally receive such treatment.

But his refusal worried the chubby proprietor.

Could the esteemed guest be displeased due to insufficient space?

The chubby proprietor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, growing increasingly fearful.

"What’s the matter?"

Cassandra, hearing the commotion, came over from the corridor.

Since those four little ones idolized the four bundles of roses, they always suspected her, the wicked adult, of plotting against them.

However, they couldn’t bring the flowers while bathing.

Thus, to ensure absolute security, the four little ones collectively expelled her, refusing to bathe with her.

Seeing Cassandra approach, the proprietor quickly lamented:

"What else, but the esteemed guest being dissatisfied with our service."

After hearing about the service, Cassandra couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Having a group of female slaves serve a deity, truly, these people had a wild imagination.

The proprietor cautiously asked, "Perhaps you could mediate, ask if there’s anything we’ve done inadequately, and we’ll amend it."

They couldn’t afford to offend the Divine Ancestor Romulus’s Blood Descendant.

Cassandra laughed freely, reassuring him:

"Have them accompany those little ones next door, leave the items here, I’ll serve the gentleman myself."

The proprietor surveyed Cassandra from head to toe, suddenly realizing:

"Are you the female slave that gentleman brought?"

Carrying along such a beautiful and elegant female slave, no wonder he wasn’t impressed by the ordinary beauties.

Cassandra hesitated slightly, then instead of anger, smiled and nodded in agreement.

A slave? Well, yes.

Since the Battle of Troy, when that gentleman pulled the Trojans from the abyss of destruction, granting her and her people new land and a glorious fate, she had decided to dedicate the rest of her life to serving him wholeheartedly.

According to their previous agreement, he had fulfilled his promise, becoming the savior of the Trojans.

Thus, in retrospect, it seemed indeed fitting to call herself the gentleman’s "slave," becoming his personal property.

Upon hearing the young lady’s willingness to step in, the proprietor felt greatly relieved and hurriedly instructed the attendants to guide her to the bathhouse.

"Hold on a moment, we bought some essential oils for bathing along the way, let’s use those instead, no need to waste."

Cassandra pulled out two bottles of rose essential oil from her pocket, handing them over.

The proprietor nodded eagerly.

But as he watched Cassandra walk away, he picked up the essential oils, his eyes showing a hint of disdain.

Why is it this market stuff?

How could such inferior oils match the dignity of the Divine Ancestor’s lineage? And mentioning it could tarnish the Heroic Bath’s reputation.

"Go, fetch my treasured top-grade essential oils and the latest incense, provide the best for the gentleman!"

Reluctantly, the proprietor commanded his staff.

It’s rare to encounter such an esteemed individual, even if it costs a fortune, they must ensure this guest is pleased, leaving no bad impressions.

Otherwise, a single breath from these significant figures could send him tumbling, eventually perishing silently in a filthy gutter.

However, he felt confident.

Once the gentleman experiences his treasured incense and essential oils, any prior slight would surely become trivial, perhaps even sparking admiration for his consideration and thoughtfulness.

After all, they were precious items he had purchased from the Love God Temple at great cost.

Not only would it bring comfort, but also unparalleled pleasure, even reviving a seventy or eighty-year-old ordinary man, enabling vitality seven times a night.

Watching the beautiful female slave enter the gate, the proprietor felt assured and reveled in his foresight.

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