"He squatted in front of the dead Eight-eyed eel, crying bitterly, as if the one who died was not a fish, but his daughter." - Dior's "History of Rome" describes an inspector of the Roman Senate in BC in 92.

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Outside the door, his supporters and the free people cheered louder and louder, urging him to go to the Grand Plaza to deliver a high priest's campaign speech, because the voting activity that decided that the "uncrowned king" was about to begin.

For this election, Caesar quietly continued to devote all the support he had given to him by Crassus and Lukulas to the bottomless pit of bribing voters. In other words, he was carrying debts that were impossible to repay, this time he either soared straight up or was doomed. In the wax corridor, Caesar gradually developed a wonderful hearing, and he heard the sound of dice rolling on the table...

In this voice, Caesar lowered his head and walked to the atrium, half-kneeled to his mother Oteria, who was sitting in a ring chair, gently placed his mother's hand on his face, and kept kissing the back of his mother's hand, and then said, "Oh, mom, today, either I will be gloriously home as a high priest, or I will go into exile until death." Because his opponent was the retired chief consul of the previous term, the supporter of Catilin, Quintas Lutahus Catulus, the noble among the Roman nobles.

In the evening, on the streets of Jukola, who finally walked slowly to the high priest's hall with the cheers of the people, was the charming Caesar, who waved easily to the enthusiastic supporters, as if the campaign was not difficult at all - because he never conveyed any negative emotions to those who supported him, a skill necessary for any wise politician.

"Yes, Caesar won again."

"It's nothing great, it's all in our expectations, and supporting Caesar is a gamble without any risk but profitable."

This is the impression Caesar hopes to leave to all supporters.

Before passing by a beautiful brick apartment in Jukola, he saw a young oriental man with black hair and pierced ears on the terrace, accompanied by a curly haired woman and a light yellow curly haired boy, smiling and tribute to him with his thumb up. This is a gesture of the Colosseum to the winner.

Caesar also made the same gesture with a smile. He knew that this wealthy and free man named Karabis had earned no less than 500,000 Ses' money for his election. He was his own Sequestre and he had to pay it back.

"Is that Julius Caesar?" Paruma looked up and asked her adoptive father.

Karabis half-squatted down, pressed Paruma's little head, and said, "Yes, remember his face. Maybe ten years later, as a knight, you will marry a woman from the Julius family."

"I would rather hope that the little pigeon will be united with the daughter of a freeman or a knight so that he can live a life of food and clothing without worrying about fear." Porty said, then covered her mouth, apparently the airflow caused by the crowd on the street made her feel uncomfortable.

"Yes, yes, this is obviously the life that our other son, Leo, should live." Calabis said, pressing his face against Porti, who was proudly bulging his belly. "When Leo comes out, we will leave Rome and settle in the country house in Apiron, where we will be left to the little knight Parumma."

"Aren't you worried about throwing the Roman property to the little pigeon?" After taking the vest that was handed to shelter from Karabis, she draped it on her body, Porti led Karabis into the inner room and jokingly said.

"No, no worries, because Paruma (dove) cannot leave the city, and Leo (lion) is best to grow in the countryside." After sitting on his bed, Karabis walked out the door. "The virgins of the Kitchen Temple have been busy with the New Year's Festival recently. I have now had the time to go to Apiron, see Milu and Pop, and have our villa been rebuilt."

"Don't make things difficult for them too much. Your request has never been done by the Romans." Porty smiled, touching his stomach and reminded him.

"Without brand new creativity, how can I get money from the renovation of so many Knights' apartments in Rome? This is a big gift from Caesar to support his campaign, and it is also his last achievement since he stepped down as municipal officer. I must do it perfectly." After Karabis said that, he prayed to the Nikkei of the Family God.

"Karabis...don't forget you may have a child..." Porti said hesitantly, knowing that Kaabis has rarely mentioned it, or is unwilling to mention it, the queen of Amazon, Helen Putina, "If that child is still alive, he should be as big as the Parumma we adopted before."

"My power has not reached the Caucasus and Eukxing Sea, so far away - I cannot protect the child, even if he really exists." Listening to Porty's words, Karabis stayed for a while, then put the key in the bag and gently closed the door and left.

The next morning, in the breeze of Apiron Valley, dozens of craftsmen were busy up and down the exterior wall of the small villa in Karabis. This villa, along with the other noble merchants here, seemed a bit too exquisite, but Karabis didn't care. Originally, the villa could have been completed long ago, but he then spent another 20,000 drachmas to ask for rework. Because he wanted to use his villa as a "experimental product" for new architectural creativity.

It is always easy to do with money, and the veterans gang agreed very readily. Milu and Tagus were not here today, only Pope kept reminding the commanders on the spot. After seeing Karabis, the two greeted each other warmly, Pope said that the problem was solved. Then Karabis followed him into the oval inner hall of the villa, which was against the wall, similar to Lukulas' study, and it was also a group of large floor-standing bookcases. In front was a sycamore drawing table, plus a horizontal maple wood

The desk is connected to the ceramic rack. The ground is paved with the best milky white marble from the east, with light yellow Corinthian columns standing on it, and the walls are crisscrossing pottery water pipes (Karabis dare not use the lead pipe commonly used by the Romans because he is afraid of poisoning). However, Karabis's eyes are at a place in the center of the inner hall. This is what he specially asked Pope to make, or he spent a lot of money to ask Pope to rework the villa, which is the purpose.

It was a fireplace with a convection chamber underneath between the marble walls. Yes, even the richest nobles in the Roman city could only use bronze braziers to keep warm, and there was no fireplace, but now they had it, because Carabis told Pope in advance the "Franklin Fireplace" method. The Roman nobles, knights, and wealthy and free people were about to set off a new and fanatical "fireplace wind", and together with the "rooftop hot spring wind" and the "fish-raising wind", they blew countless silver coins into his Caabis's waist bag.
Chapter completed!