The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 1189 - 7: Add a Bell_3

A gentle kiss landed on the priestess’s forehead, and after the deities set up the barrier, they quietly turned away.

As the bathroom door closed, a pair of lively eyes slowly opened amidst the swirling mist.

Cassandra inhaled the rose fragrance on her body, a faint elegant smile appearing on her face.

Master, you guessed wrong about one thing:

This is not a painful sacrifice, but a joyful choice.

As her thoughts surged, Cassandra couldn’t help but think of the God of Light Apollo, who had unsuccessfully courted her but was left helpless.

She could dedicate herself to the country, but in her own way; no one could easily force her to do anything she didn’t want to do.

The deities, too, were the same.

As for why I would so willingly please you...

Cassandra looked at the closed bathroom door, smiling with her lips pursed.

You say I bear too much, but aren’t you the same?

What I carry is merely the fate of the nation and people, while what you bear spans across four entire worlds.

Only under your wings do we, these insignificant mortal lives, have a place to rest and breathe.

The priestess murmured, sniffing the lingering scent in the air, hugging the robe tighter in her arms as she lazily stretched her body amidst the warm steam, falling into a deep sleep in an extremely relaxed posture.

The dream was supremely sweet and comfortable.

~~

At this moment, at the counter.

The chubby boss saw that a distinguished guest holding the emblem of Quirinus had emerged from the bath, and immediately greeted him with a big smile:

"Master, are you satisfied with our service?"

Luo En rolled his eyes and tossed the empty bottle of rose essential oil to the chubby boss:

"Just do your job properly, and don’t bother with these extra tricks next time."

"Sure, you’ve taught me well."

The chubby boss nodded in agreement on the surface, but complained in his heart.

He says not to use it, yet the whole bottle is gone, still claiming he’s not a philanderer?

You nobles, clearly enjoying it, yet you like to portray yourselves as moral paragons.

After silently complaining a few times, the chubby boss, showing utmost service spirit, cautiously inquired:

"Master, since the five companions with you haven’t come out yet, would you like to rest in the VIP room, or take a stroll in the library?"

"Is there a library in the bathhouse?"

"Of course, our collection is the most extensive."

The chubby boss proudly answered, endlessly speaking about the book collection history of the [Heroic Bath] to the esteemed guest before him.

In fact, the library had always been another important feature of Roman baths.

From today’s perspective, reading in a bathhouse seems a bit incredible, but in Ancient Rome, the bathhouse’s library typically housed precious ancient books.

Since Ancient Rome didn’t have public libraries in the modern sense, people wanting to read either had to buy books themselves or borrow from someone else; otherwise, they could go for a bath and use the bathhouse library to look up information.

Archaeologically speaking, libraries have been found in the baths of Roman emperors Trajan, Caracalla, and Diocletian. Their baths often contained rooms with niches on the walls, deep enough to accommodate ancient scrolls and books.

Reading books in a bathhouse?

Luo En suddenly became interested. After instructing the chubby boss not to disturb the four little ones and Cassandra in the bath, he followed the attendant through the long corridors to the library on the other side of the bathhouse.

The situation inside was just as the chubby boss had described, with many rare books stored in the various niches.

But there were very few people reading.

After all, those who frequented this bathhouse were either wealthy or noble, mostly here for enjoyment rather than reading and thinking.

What book to read?

Just as Luo En was muttering to himself about the collection on the walls, a gentle inquiry came from behind:

"What content are you interested in, master?"

Luo En turned around, looking back.

It was a strong middle-aged man, with prominent cheekbones like mountain ridges, and deep-set eyes embedded with hawk-like grey-green pupils, with a few wrinkles etched by time at the corners of his eyes. His prematurely balding forehead shone with a marble sheen, and the thin black hair on the sides fell like laurel wreath branches over a triumphal arch, meticulously combed back to conceal the ravages of time. Sharp lines from the hook of his nose extended to his tight jaw, cutting his face into tough geometric shapes. His elongated neck bulged with robust tendons, and his fingers bore the clear signs of griping swords.

And in those lively eyes, a shrewd and cunning glint occasionally flashed.

As expected of the [Heroic Bath] serving demigods and warriors, even the servant managing books has an uncommon demeanor.

After pondering for a moment, Luo En said:

"I’d like to see the current Roman codex model and the genealogical legends of the Seven Clans."

The balding middle-aged man stepped forward, reached out his arm, and with a smile, took out the corresponding books from one of the niches, saying:

"These should meet your requirements."

"Thank you."

"No need to thank. The borrowing fee is 2 Silver Heras."

Luo En took out two Silver Heras, handed them to the middle-aged man, then received the books and settled into a secluded corner to read.

I must say, this librarian has some insight, as all the chosen books met the requirements and were quite profound.

It’s rare to quiet the mind for reading, and Luo En accidentally got absorbed.

Until nightfall, when Cassandra, having awakened from her nap, brought along the freshly bathed four little ones to find him, did he reluctantly put down the book.

After being refreshed, that priestess’s youthful innocence had faded between her brows, revealing a hint of charming maturity.

Luo En cleared his throat, diverted his gaze, and handed the book to Cassandra:

"Help me pack the unfinished ones. Can’t let the 2 Silver Heras borrowing fee go to waste."

"Borrowing fee?"

Upon hearing this, Cassandra looked puzzled,

"Master, aren’t the bathhouse books free to borrow?"

Luo En paused, glanced around, but found that the balding middle-aged man who had enthusiastically found books for him before had long disappeared.

Suddenly, realization dawned on him, and his face turned dark

—he got duped!

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