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The Grand Court in ancient Rome was a standard "convex" shape, with a space composed of multiple layers of corridors, and a lounge on the edge. The judge's judge's seat is located at the top of the "convex" character, ensuring that the judge will not be blocked by the onlookers and hinder the normal progress of judicial work.

At the entrance of the wide hall, Calabis behind the crowd first saw a group of people dressed in knights with garlands. Under the guidance of the fascist entourage (the fascists in the city of Rome are only allowed to have a bundle of sticks, and no axes are allowed to be added inside), and then Calabis saw Cicero, who had a scar on his nose, standing in front of the door, shook hands and greetings with the knights one by one, but the voices were full of people and I couldn't hear clearly what they were saying.

"Is this an appeal team from Afiliga?" Karabis asked several citizens around him intentionally, but he seemed not to see the general representative Galba.

A middle-aged citizen replied: "No, this is the appeal group in Sicily - Afilica's is still behind. He came here to prosecute the former Governor Verles. Cicero took over this case. Some of us have a good look." It seems that the governors of the Roman province are all gluttons. In various provinces, they have the mentality of "just enjoy it" and scrape the ground to death. As a result, after leaving office, they all follow the local complaint group behind them.

"Look, Villes is here!" The crowd made a noise, and Calabis also turned his head to look. A fat man with an arrogant finger raised his orchid. The servants around him pushed the crowd away fiercely. Then the fat man Villes saw Cicero who was thin and weak in front of the court. He smiled with a fat face, twisted and turned toward the other party, shouting loudly: "The country bumpkin in the small town of Alpino, do you know what the judicial officer of today's trial team has to do with me?"

"Oh, Weillus, I think the most hope for by all the legal officials in it is that they have nothing to do with you." Cicero also smiled and replied.

"Let's see!" said the fat man Weillus viciously.

"My dear Weiles, I hope you brought some calming medicine today, otherwise I am afraid you will not be able to hold on." Cicero was very confident.

Veres was unmoved at all. He glanced at the side, then slapped in the face, and shouted in surprise: "Crassus, you are here too. You are here soon, welcome me who is innocent - by the way, my hair is a bit dirty today. Damn, the slave hairstylists I bought from Sicily have all had dentures." Karabis, who was close to the door, suddenly saw that Crasus was also standing at the door with a smile, probably to watch the fight of the Dharma.

"Show it well, I have a neutral attitude. I am here to watch the wonderful confrontation like other citizens." After Crassu said that, he slowly sat on the gorgeous sedan chair, and the shelter then blocked his appearance.

So Karabis squeezed behind Crassu and was close to the water, but he didn't care about the fat man Villes's fate. He was waiting for the next judgment, namely the Afilica complaint team, prosecuted Katilin.

After a while, what surprised him was that there was no eloquence in the court that Cicero was proud of, but was silent. Soon a fascist entourage walked out and glanced at the crowd. A group of people carried various boxes and boxes and walked into the inner hall of the court.

"Cicero did not use eloquence this time because he knew that most of the judges of the judiciary had contact with Veres, and it was futile to expect eloquence to influence and guide their position, so he directly adopted silent debate - the boxes and boxes should be full of evidence of Veres' corruption in Sicily - Cicero only needed to put these things neatly in front of the judiciary and let the evidence speak. Damn Veres, I have reminded him to pay attention to this point long ago." Crassu in the sedan chair said quickly in a low voice, and Carabis also heard it in his ears. Then, before a moment, the crowd stirred up. He looked up and saw that the fat man Veres had a long winter, with wet sweat on his face, and he actually ran out of the court, panting.

Now even Crassu couldn't sit still. He stood up and shouted to Weillus: "You bastard, you dare to leave the court halfway!"

"It's okay, it's okay. I've won this lawsuit anyway. I've applied for the legal officer. My hair is so uncomfortable. I want to go home and ask the hairstylist to cut it short and clean it." The fat man actually left the scene without authorization because of his hairstyle. It seemed so arrogant. In the end, even Crassu couldn't stop him, so everyone watched the fat man and hurriedly left with the help of his servants...

About an hour later, the fat man, Weiles, who was originally greasy, turned into a refreshing fat man, and returned to the court with ease. When he saw Crassu on the steps, he opened his arms diligently and asked, "My dear friend, I am here to listen to the final verdict, how about it? Have I been acquitted? I have already set up a grand banquet at home."

At this time, before Crassu could say anything, a court clerk, accompanied by fascist entourage, slowly walked out and began to verdict the crowd: "I will pronounce the sentence, the former Sicily Governor Verles, was convicted of corruption, ordered to return the stolen money of 15 million Sess to withdraw, and another class was given a fine of defiance of the court - 3 million Sess to withdraw!"

There was a huge applause and cheer immediately in the crowd. Crassus hung his face and said to Verles who was standing below, "Cicero is victorious, you are finished..."

"No, I can't do this. I gave money in advance! I gave a lot of money in advance!" The fat man screamed, and the slaves around him began to run around, really looking for herbs to calm the spirit. "No, I will refund 15 million Seth's withdrawal. My entire term as governor was only sacked 12 million. I still owe the debt I used to bribe the MPs, Crassu, Crassu, my best friend, please!"

"I said, you are finished!" Crassus said impatiently, and made a gesture, preparing to ask the servant to lift the sedan chair and follow him away, but he still walked, because the city of Rome stipulated that only women and aliens could sit in sedan chairs. No matter how high the status of citizens is, they are not allowed, so he used it as a swimming seat.

"Crassu, save me, save me...uh, uh, uh!" Karabis saw that the fat man Weiles suddenly couldn't speak, standing there, his head and shoulders (he had no neck) stretched violently, and thrusting up and down like a choking hen.

"He had a heart attack!" Karabis shouted out, preparing to go forward to perform manual rescue for the fat man, but it was too late. The fat man shook for a while, then rolled his eyes, leaned back and fell to the ground, accompanied by the screams of the crowd. "Villes, Villes!" Crassu also shouted, hurriedly asked the slave to carry the fat man to the sedan chair, rushed out of the crowd, and sent him to rescue.

But most of them are hopeless.

"Cicero, Cicero, Cicero!" The knights of the complaint group from Sicily raised Cicero high, cheered his name, and came out of the court. The citizens who came to watch also shouted and greeted the fighter of the court, "Next consul, Cicero! Next consul, Cicero!"
Chapter completed!