"No, no, you help me find books, I'll tip you, it's a fair transaction, reasonable and sensible, unrelated to status."
"Then what are you doing?"
"It's my first time in Rome, and it's rare to meet a local as enthusiastic as you, of course, I want to invite you over to sit down and have a taste of the floral tea I brewed by hand."
"Twenty Golden Zeus per cup?"
"This is high-grade stuff from War God Mountain, others can't drink it even if they want to, yet I'm charging you only twenty Golden Zeus per cup, with a discount."
Hearing that sincere tone from the big shot, Caesar felt he got a "great deal" but wanted to cry without tears.
Yesterday, at the bathhouse library, he saw the newcomer's behavior, much like a country bumpkin entering the city, and heard that slightly Greek-accented speech, thinking he was some naïve young noble from Greece, hoping to make a quick profit.
