"Please, my husband is a general. He'll come back and pay off the debt. Please give us two days... No... Lucia... You can't treat us like this... My husband fought in the wars against... Phoenicia... Gaul... Xeres..."
"Madam!" A fat Roman quartermaster pretended to embrace her, taking the opportunity to grope her with both hands. "We know your husband's accomplishments. Because of his stupidity, that other fool Caesar lost an entire legion in Gaul! You and your three daughters will meet again—in Lord Crassus's bed, ha ha ha... Who are you?"
Kirk grabbed the Roman quartermaster by the neck and effortlessly lifted the two-hundred-jin man into the air.
He pressed his oily face against the man's and spoke softly. "Your debt is right here. Take these damned gold coins and get the hell out of here, before I lose my temper. Otherwise, your pig's head is going to have to say goodbye to your neck. Understand?"
The Roman quartermaster cursed him. "Who the hell do you think you are? Crassus... Mmph, mmph..."
Kirk, of course, wasn't going to let him finish. When he'd first entered the space, he'd been timid and cautious, a thoroughly obedient subject. But now he'd killed countless people and had blood on his hands. His bloodlust had grown, and he no longer gave a damn about some fat pig, even if he was wearing a Roman uniform.
So what?
I'm not even from this world. As for these four women, if they piss me off, I can kill you, keep the money, and hand it straight to them. What place under heaven couldn't they make a home?
Judging by the situation, this didn't look like an official government action at all. It seemed more like a household guard sent by some powerful man with unusual tastes