The Olive Oil Seller is making a very respectable living from his oil sales, and he’s just done a business deal which means he’s become the owner of the farm in return for the piffling sum of just II bottles of his liquid gold. It’s very natural and very good quality. He’s formed an association with the slum people, half of whom now work at the farm and half of whom sell the oil. The Olive Oil Seller tried to be a good Samaritan to the gladiator up on the roof, but sadly, the gladiator ended up slipping on a rock, dropping the oil, slipping on the tiles and falling into the River of Doom.