"The nobles just need to lie in the bed, and the people will automatically elect them." - Cicero

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Suddenly, there were also shouts on the streets over the court, "Katirin, Katirin!" It was indeed the one who was pale and had crossed the square with the head of the public enemy. He walked in front of the team in a white robe and smiled in a dark smile, followed by hundreds of supporters, and met with a tit-for-tat response.

The supporter of Cicero and the supporter of Catilin, like two strong airflows, collided in front of the Grand Court. Cicero, who was put down by the Sicily complaint team, walked to Catilin and said politely: "Galba, the honorary knight of Afilica, is waiting for you in the lounge inside the court. I hope you have been fully prepared for this lawsuit and do not end up like Villes before."

"It's a pity that I don't have the wealth like Lukulas. I can vote directly at the citizen meeting without passing the court. But I am not a person who gives up easily. I am sure to win the position of this consul," said Katilin.

"Katirin, you shouldn't reject my previous kindness and let me serve as your defense lawyer. Wouldn't it be great for us to join forces to run for election? The position of the consul is double."

"It is an insult to the entire Roman politics to make a knight-born person like you, and please give up this ridiculous idea." Kathirin proudly rejected Cicero's request and then walked towards the court.

"But! You will most of this lawsuit, because one, I am not a lawyer in the appeal group; two, I have enough confidence in your wrists and eloquence." Cicero reminded Kathirin's back, "But you will go bankrupt because of this lawsuit, and all the money you get in Afilica will be thrown into it because of those legal officials who like to accept bribes. Then, you have no money to invest in the campaign, and it is almost certain that you lose the election. The battle between us will only make others profit."

When Kathirin heard Cicero's words, he stopped for a moment, and then he said: "I will not stop myself because of a Roman dweller who had no political line. You have never been a Roman and would not love this city-state at all."

"Your political line is dangerous! It will lead the whole of Rome to the abyss!" Cicero also shouted in a vibrant manner, and a metallic sound echoed in the open space in front of the court.

But in the end, Katilin did not accept Cicero's persuasion, and walked in with an unyielding spirit, and then disappeared into the light and shadow of the corridor.

Seeing that Langjis did not appear, Karabis breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that if Langjis was arrested as a stained witness, he would involve himself. Since he was still absconding, the entire case had nothing to do with him. Karabis had no interest in who was elected as the consul. Anyway, anyone had only one term of office. Most politicians only used this year to enrich themselves or their political group.

But when returning to his apartment, Calabis still felt the passion of the campaign in Rome: many aristocratic courtyards were filled with long tables, and they didn't have to spend money. Even if you don't have a vote, you can have a full meal there. The tables and chairs are clean and the atmosphere is simple and warm. It is to give the people who come to eat a commoner, indicating that the owners put down the aristocratic straits and those who want to come to eat. Although the food is not gorgeous, it is very affordable. When these people eat the bottom of the plate, they will find a striking inscription engraved on the bottom of the plate: "Please support Katilin, support him means supporting all the civilians in Rome."

It seems that these nobles are all supporters of Katilin, but before the free meal ended, a guy dressed in a rich man set up a tent and a speech stand next to him, shouting, "I am Neruda. Sequestre of Neruda, citizens, I plead for you to support the candidates I support. I promise a high price for every vote, and I will not disappoint anyone - the votes in the Roman city district, each of which is one thousand Sesie quits; the votes in the Latin city state, each of which is seven hundred and fifty Sesie quits!" Then, many guys who were still dining, wiped their mouths and ran to the other place with a loud bang. After registration, they began to take small silver coins for bribery from the pottery jar on the stage.

Sequestre, Karabis also learned about this period. They are like bankers and candidates' brokers. Many people are rich and willing to spend a lot of money on the candidates they like. Even if the candidates are unable to repay at that time, it doesn't matter. As long as you can be elected as a consul, these sequestres will naturally find you and ask you for rewards - the rationing rights of the Expedition Legion, the lease and subcontracting of mines, some commercial policies, etc. In short, being a sequestre for consul candidates is a rare deal that can be reputed and rewarded. Of course, there are risks in it, because there are only two consuls a year, and if you invest in the wrong, you will lose all your money.

"By the way, in my past, even elementary school students knew that the future dominance of Rome would be the Julius Caesar, who was just emerging now. Can I make a lot of money in the project of the Varin Apartment, and then use his Sequestre to exchange for his own survival and success? Not bad, it's an interesting business." Calabis thought to himself that with Caesar's current age and qualifications, it was not enough to run for the consul, but when he was a municipal magistrate, he had already won the favor of many citizens, but for this reason he also won the favor of the citizens.

He was heavily in debt, so Claudia also reminded him to seize Caesar's door. The greater the room for his future rise, the stronger and deeper his mutual aid relationship with Caesar in this process - Karabis, you have a likable appearance, proficient in Latin and Greek languages, learned to fight swords and fists, and also dabbled in some military knowledge. Yes, you can be more ambitious to assist Caesar in his appearance and enter the circle of legions and power, because in this city of gluttony, your power is greater and your security is often the safer.

However, the primary condition for these plans is the Walin Apartment, which is also my first big bet in my life!

At dusk, Katilin walked out of the court with some fatigue. He won the case and was exempted from the crime. But he also poured out all the eight million Seths robbed in the province of Aphilica. He turned back to the decayed noble family with a pause but not a second. Looking at the supporters around him who congratulated him on his innocence, and looking at the platform for open purchase of votes set up by his campaign, Katilin smiled bitterly and shed tears, and then he saw a handsome young man standing aside.

The young man flashed a pair of big eyes that were fascinating and said, "Why did you send the knight of Langjis to assassinate Galba? This violates the taboo of Roman city."

"I don't. I am a nobleman. I can kill anyone in person, but I will not do the trick of sending assassins. But I am now unaware of it. I have fallen into the trap of political enemies, maybe Cicero, maybe Neruda." A pair of eyes were about to spit out fire on Katilin's pale face.

"It's useless to guess here. I'm the witness of the incident. I can only tell you that in Langjis' assassination team, there is a free man named Karabis. He is still alive and still in this Roman city. He may know the whole story." After that, the young man smiled and disappeared in the crowd.

"Karabis..." Katilin said the name word by word
Chapter completed!