Rome Must Perish

Crassus smiled faintly: "Sula, you have to understand, when buying a house, it’s best not to purchase it when the price is still decent. Wait until it hits rock bottom—then you’ll profit even more."

Little Sula immediately widened his eyes: "You... you think Valerius is going to fail?!"

"No one can predict the outcome of a war." Crassus glanced back at Valerius, who was passionately speaking with several Elders at the Senate’s gate, and said indifferently, "But when it comes to doing business, sometimes you need to dare to gamble. Even if I misjudge, it’s not like it’ll cost me anything."

Little Sula shrugged and said, "True. Spending time defeating a group of slaves that nobody cares much about is far less worthwhile than using that time to make more money."

Shifting the topic, he continued: "Have you heard? The Iberian campaign is progressing well. Pompey has already led his army to capture several rebel strongholds. That Sedulius isn’t as arrogant as he used to be."

Crassus’ expression changed momentarily but quickly reverted to normal. He sneered and said, "The Senate granted Pompey enormous support—he commands nearly a hundred thousand soldiers. To deal with the remnants of the Civilian Faction, it’s taken so long. What’s there to celebrate?"

After saying this, he continued walking forward, though a sense of urgency had begun to grow within him.

Little Sula deliberately lagged two steps behind, a smirk creeping onto his face: Haha, Crassus, for all your wealth, you still have things you can’t have your way with. After all, the land that you built your legacy upon has now become someone else’s training ground for cultivating followers and drilling troops—no one would feel comfortable about that!

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