Let the poets appear in your bright eyes, and do not offend or blaspheme them.

——Cicero

Early the next morning, Karabis grabbed the screaming Timothu's braid (after he came to Rome, he had grown the long Scythian hair again), dragged him down the stairs, dragged him up the street, and walked towards a bustling block. Porti and Paruma poked their heads out on the terrace of the apartment in surprise and watched the couple leave quickly.

Because yesterday night, before Karabis read the masterpiece of Pierre and was about to translate it into Greek, he wrote an outline in his mind, but Timothy, who was staying at his house, was chatting, talking about his gods, fish, horses, and dogs, but never mentioned the future plans of the clinic. Karabis was so angry that he dragged him to the bottom of Mount Evandini before going to the Kitchen Temple on this day.

"Karabis, don't grab my sacred braid, you bastard! When will your strength become so strong?" Timo, who was dragged backwards, used his hands and feet and kicked them randomly, but he still couldn't touch Karabis at all.

"Shut up, do you want to open a clinic? Do you want me to send you back to Pulaima, a famous dish serving, a slave who will be beaten by a manager at any time?" Karabis walked to the entrance of the block, intimidated, and threw Timothu on the ground.

Timothus, who was sitting on the ground, eagerly expressed that he was unwilling to go back to Pulaima and asked Karabis to protect his medical research. Karabis nodded, then pointed to a small arcade with scaffolding at the intersection of the street, saying that this is your clinic, I started preparing earlier, but I was only responsible for paying for the money, and the other work depends on yours. You must use snake venom and knife saw to win the admiration of the people of Roman city. As for the expenses of the altar of God Shischitel, I'm sorry, you can earn it yourself.

"I don't know how to win the opportunity to make money. In the past, I was around the side of the Bendum Mitradati, and the emperor or the royal family needed me, so I went to treat me." Timothus said with a sad face.

Karabis said, don't be anxious, and then the two stood at the intersection for a short time and heard the fighting and noise - a group of Roman "citizens" carrying torches, chair legs, sticks and daggers whizzing out of the alley, and then divided into two groups at the intersection, fighting and shouting slogans that insulted the other candidates. "Remember, this is the case every morning." Karabis watched while watching and said to Timothu.

After the fight, most of the people ran away, leaving a few citizens who were lying in a pool of blood, moaning sadly. Karabisnunu nodded his mouth and held Timoxiu, saying that you should go forward and see if they were saved. Timoxiuyi voice came forward and observed it. He said that the two people had been pierced through their internal organs and were unsaved. Then four people were seriously injured by the legs of the chair and the dagger, but they were saved.

"Then let's save someone, can you teach you with brother?" Karabis stretched out his hand and shouted.

Timothus, who was promising, took out the medicine sack and box and began to get busy. "I have stuffed this person's intestines back and sewed it." Timothus was busy and shouted to Karabis. Karabis walked to the guy who was lying on the ground with his abdomen hoarsely covered his abdomen and asked, "Which voter are you from Tribus?"

The other party answered intermittently, and Karabis was not interested in listening to what he said, and took out a stack of money from his bag, "Twenty-one dinars, eleven Seths, and a few Ashes... the surgery costs 18..." As he said that, he took out eighteen silver coins and threw them into Timothu's box. "The remaining three, let you hire a sedan chair to go home, respected voters." Karabis patted the other party on the shoulder, "I wish the candidates you support won the throne of the consul."

"Did you see it? Temoxiu! That's it, stuff these people's brains and intestines back, and then take their money as a medical expense. This month or two is enough for you to be busy. Don't talk about repairing a few altars after you finish your work. You even have enough money to rent a whole apartment on Jukola Street and open an independent clinic." After Karabis told him, he was about to leave.

After he turned around, he saw a few dark-skinned guys with head-wrapped legs, scimitars, and surrounded himself halfway, "We are not voters, we are just here to rescue voters." Seeing that the other party was not good, Karabis gently explained that he did not want to be involved in the storm of the consul's election.

"It can be seen that of course you are not a citizen of the ministry. You are just a free citizen who was released. Did you open this clinic?" The leading man with a tattooed black skin pointed to the scaffolding over there and asked.

"Yes, I sponsored another free people. He is there." Karabis pointed to Timothu, who was busy with work. He said. These guys with white cloth wrapped around their heads, black, covered in gold jewelry, and a strong curry smell, are probably from the South Asian subcontinent, and along the Red Sea Trail to seek the developed Indians.

The leading man said with fierce eyes: "Then you have to remove the scaffolding now, because you have forgotten that in a vici opening industry, you have to ask which god this vici is the master of the family. Now I tell you that this vici's god in medical clinic is the omnipotent great Vishnu and our guardian god. Now take your friends and get out of here."

Now, Karabis understood that Temoxiu had met his colleagues. It seemed that these Tianzhu guys had already opened a clinic in this neighborhood before, and when they came to grab business, they were naturally jealous.

"Isn't it good that we can talk openly and honestly?" Karabis, with a calm attitude, kindly seeks ways to solve the problems arising from the collision of the two major medical systems.

Who knew that those Indians showed their weapons fiercely, put together, and set out the shape of a Thousand-Handed God, confronting Karabis. Timothy over there was unaware of it, and was still rumbled beside the injured, busy.

Karabis touched his body, damn, he didn't bring a sword! At this time, his arm was suddenly hit by two big and soft balls of meat. When he looked back, he found that it was Duo Mubu, the coquettish proprietress in the bar next to the sheep pen. He hugged him with his big breasts, "Isn't this a guy named Karabis? I've told you a long time ago that the most in Rome is trouble. Put down all the weapons. Recently, the citizens and free people in the city have been too manic. Everyone can go to the backyard of my bar to sit and do things that have nothing to do with the election, but are much more interesting than the election. There are all Dick Thidduo who can be a slim and beautiful girl. Any motion you make on the bed will be agreed to you." Duo Mubus kept blinking at both sides and said wet.

"Hey, Domus, I'll give you a hundred dinars, tell these curry guys to get out of here and go to your place to have fun, I'm going to do something right soon." Karabis said, then took out his purse and stuffed it into the pottery jar held by Domus, "By the way, how did you come to this neighborhood?"
Chapter completed!