When Kelly put herbs on the small table, the sunlight from the blinds shone on the tuna's completely white hair and beard. Since "Karabis" did not come to Pulaima Villa, Lukulas has rarely been willing to let others touch his hair, so it is quite long and loosely swayed on his temples and forehead. He was snoring on the couch. Kelly found that his Toga robe was only half tucked and fell asleep.

When the master woke up, the first question was how long I had slept. The second question was to pinch the collar, and then asked Kelly: Should I wear Toga before going to bed or take off? Kelly thought about it for a while, but he didn't know how to answer the master's question, but he saw a mess of papyrus scrolls painting maps on the table in the study, including Egypt, Parthia maps, and Libyan ones. Kelly sighed and persuaded the master in a cautious tone that it would be fine to hold a banquet appropriately, but he still stopped the idea of ​​continuing to write a war history, even if it was dictated, because the doctor not only prescribed herbs to calm the mind, but also specifically reminded tuna not to waste energy, especially writing books and biography.

"I just look, just look, under Herodotus' historical strokes, what exactly does Cyrena look like, as well as the Tostone River, the Mount Arats, and..." After saying that, Lukulas sighed heavily and closed the forehead door with his hand. Obviously, the "just look" just now made him feel overdrafted. Then he suddenly asked a question, Where is my will?

Kelly was stunned for a moment, and then said that he had planned to make it two years ago and sent it to the Virgin Department of the Kitchen God Temple for safekeeping.

“How much is my assets left now?”

"There are about four thousand tarantes left, which is the result of your financial slave counting all of it." Kelly replied with a hand.

"Are the cemetery ready? I think I might be using it soon. I'll give me a pen. I think I can die at any time. I need something to say to Karabis."

"Do you want him to come back to Rome? If..."

"No, no hope." Lukulas opened his mouth wide and thoughtful, and then quickly mumbled ambiguous words, as if he was hoping that Karabis would appear at his dying moment, but he kept emphasizing Karabis, no. Li Bida, who is now Sardinia, is being punished with "exiled" and is unlikely to return to Rome, and that would not be good for him.

"Okay, you're already long-winded. Please complete the letter as soon as possible and have a good rest." Kelly placed the pen case and paper roll in an impatient tone, then raised his razor and began to "repair the storefront" for the owner.

"Kelly, take me to that room." Lukuras, who had written the letter, handed him over to a confidential slave, and then asked for the closest personal slave. Kelly called up to lift his light shoulder and placed his master on it, and then walked through the lush Prama back garden, where the rare trees that Lukuras brought back in Xiaoya were everywhere. At that moment, many pictures flashed in front of Lukuras's eyes, like a Greek opera that kept coming out on stage. He not only thought of Mitradatiers, Karabis, Murira, Secretreus, and even Claudiya and Claudi

Pompei, he loved and hated, now he began to worry about whether he could enter the cemetery behind the Temple of War Temple after his death for burial. The buried figures were all people who made great contributions to the development of the territory of the Republic, but at the top of his decline, when Lukulas arrived at the villa and got off his shoulders, he forgot about his thoughts just now. He hunched his back and back and walked to the outer corridor of the villa, rolling his eyes in fear, looking at the wax figures of his ancestors arranged there. Perhaps soon he would lie on the bed full of candlelight, and the person who "sayed goodbye" to him would also cover a wax mask on his face after his death.

Lukulas waved to Kelly behind him, and then sat on the stone chair in the outer corridor. Then he suddenly saw that under a cherry tree, his younger brother Marcos was leaning against the tree, and the huge breasted Domus was kneeling on the ground, wrapped his little Marcos warmly with his mouth with his mole, sucking slowly and carefully. Marcos's face was half tilted intoxication. Seeing this scene, Lukulas' tears suddenly turned

After he died, he did not know whether his younger brother could enjoy this joy without restraint. Will the servants, sheltered people, chefs, and Duomufen, who served Marcos, would be scattered in birds and beasts? Will Prama turn into a ruined rubble and ruin in just a few years, or become a back warehouse under the name of a baker-produced free slave nouveau riche in Rome, and be transformed into a messy and indecent warehouse.

"What's wrong today? It seems that the things I think are too complicated." Lukulas laughed at himself secretly and walked into the courtyard. It was actually the place where many senior launderers were. After seeing their masters, they dodged aside. On the brass shelves in the courtyard, they hung Phoenician purple robes "collected" by Lukulas. This dye can only be extracted from some rare shellfish. Each piece is worth tens of thousands of drachmas. After Lukulas returned from Xiaoya, he owned hundreds of such robes, and even joked that if half of the father's clothes in the Senate were bitten by insects and mice, he would not have to worry. He could rent the collection out to relieve the urgent needs.

But after so many years, these purple robes are still hanging here day after day, swinging boredly, just like his own years.

Suddenly, just as Lukuras touched a robe in between, something rolled out from inside, fell and rolled on the ground, making a crisp sound. Lukuras squeezed his presbyopia's eyes and slowly picked it up. It turned out to be an ordinary Ascites. "Where did this come from the copper coin? Could it be given to me by the goddess of fate? No matter there is a wealth in front of him, in the end, only this mere one is covering his mouth and handing it over to Dijon in the river of the underworld?" Lukuras seemed to understand something, and his body was empty, and he sat on the ground, and the entire villa was suddenly in chaos...

At this time, in Cyrenega City, Li Bida was ambitious and commanding the giant plan to revive this prosperous city-state. He played a trick and bribed the Rome City supervisory officer, and virtually released a guy named "Amborodes" in Cyrene. He had all the archives and assets proved. Then he used this pseudonym to sneak into the Yunonian Colonial Committee and took office as the chief of the Cyrene Commission. If nothing unexpected happens in the future, this Amborodes will be the chief veteran of Cyrene Curia.

This makes it easy to do things, such as building a giant harbor dock, and occupying the largest local land. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!