"Caesar, that guy is the woman of all men, and the man of all women." - Caesar's political enemy

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The other party was trembling violently, as if he had been sentenced to death. He said, "He asked you to come? Did he die? He died, it's okay. The family has not sent back military pay for two years. The slaves are dead, and there is still a child to raise. I am a nurse who only has one and a half a day. Van Lundingna is helping in the laundry room. There can only be one and a stutter in a day. Do these things, can you understand how I have to do it? Do you understand clearly - tell him or not, it is your voluntary, but you have to know that if he knows, he will kill me, and he will definitely do it." Hebrida's wife became more and more excited as she spoke, and her sobbing became louder and louder. Then she sat on the ground and shouted to Karabis: "It's better to execute me now. Use your legion's sword, just like killing a female slave of a foreign race."

Before Karabis could answer anything, a sound came from the man, and the man was about to snatch the door, "Stop!" Karabis pulled out his sword and scolded him, and the man's feet suddenly softened and were welded in place. Karabis slowly walked up, then grabbed the man's collar and said, "Pay the money."

The man nodded repeatedly, took out a handful of silver coins and copper coins, threw them on the floor, and ran away in a hurry.

"Actually, I am just a former army slave who has just been released." Karabis sorted out the money on the ground and piled it on the dining table in the room. Then everyone fell silent, not knowing what to say. In the end, Karabis also put the remaining forty-four dinars in the purse on the table. After thinking about it, he took out the twenty drakemas he brought. "These owls (the silver coins of Drakema in Athens, Greece have the statue of Athena on the front and an owl on the back) are now more beautiful than Drakemas."

When he went downstairs, Van Luntingna walked in front of Karabis with a lamp in front of Karabis. The cabinet on the ground floor was already blurred in the darkness. From time to time, a few crying of babies came from inside. A cry of fear of hunger and darkness made Karabis feel a little furious. He couldn't help but think of the "little pigeon" Parumma, who had lived in the corpse and rat for half a year - if these lives were born to be humble, why would they still have to reincarnate in this world? Now Karabis understands a little, why do people like Jesus, Sakyamuni, and others who really think about the pain and meaning of life.

"You gave our family almost three months of rent and food costs. Why did you do this? Is it because my father saved your life on the battlefield in Asia Minor, Karabis? My father saved many of his comrades' lives." Fan Lundingna asked curiously when she said goodbye.

Karabis shook his head and said, "Your father has not saved my life. I did this just to make your father owe me a favor."

"The Romans never like to owe everyone favors." Fan Lundingana said in imitating the tone of an adult.

After hearing Van Luntingna's words, Karabis paused for a while, then stared at the girl's eyes seriously and said, "Listen, don't look down on your mother. She raised you and your sister, instead of throwing your sister in the dung pile and making her a natural slave. You must love her and respect her."

When she returned to her apartment, Porti and Parumma were packing their luggage, preparing to follow her man's instructions before leaving, and quietly take the money away from here. Seeing Karabis back, Porti cried and hugged him, "Don't cry, woman. You should go to the stove to get me some food, and I will go to the municipal department to participate in the selection of Publici tomorrow."

The next morning, Porti dressed Calabis cleanly, and then he walked through Mount Catopier and the Grand Square again to the Roman City Council opposite the temple complex. This was a spacious and simple building, in which people wearing slaves and free people's nameplates, came and went with documents in their arms, and were very busy. They were all Publici, a kind of low-level clerk or state slave, responsible for handling specific affairs under the municipal officials.

"Get the Liberation Contract." The little bureaucrat in charge of handling Karabis' affairs was buried in the pile of documents without raising his head. Karabis handed over the contract with the bronze tube that Kelly gave him that day. The guy looked at the contract first, rolled his eyes at Karabis and said, "It turned out to be a liberated military slave. Now there are two jobs that suit you, a prisoner, or an executioner."

Karabis was upset and said, "Rong Bin, I can read and write Latin and Greek, and I can do jobs such as recorders and transcriptions."

The guy's nose hummed cold air, "Do you think you don't need your proud skill in prison or execution? OK, before I decide to send you to Sicily as a farm supervisor, you should accept the job of staying in the city!" Then, he unscrewed the bronze tube and pulled out the letter of recommendation written in papyrus from it - it should be Lukulas's handwriting. The man immediately stood up straight, as if he popped out from the ground, and squeezed out a flattering smile at Karabis, "Haha, original

Come on, your master is a tuna, it's easy to say, it's easy to say." Then he lowered his head and worked hard to flip through the pile of documents in a pile of wooden boards full of words for a long time. Finally, he said excitedly and proudly: "It just so happens that the Temple of the Kitchen God still lacks a serviceman. Go and report in a leap month. You can do it, you will definitely be competent." Then he held Karabis' hand tightly and whispered to the point that it was as if he was telling a shocking secret, "This temple is controlled by the virgins. They are the key people of the private wills and savings in the city of Rome. Is there any treatment inside?

Hehe—that is, to clean the altar, prepare the sacrifices, pay twelve Seths a day to get off, one day off, except for the Kitchen God Festival, you can enjoy the other holidays. As for the virgins, you can also enjoy the corresponding allowances when they are in the public meal, and maybe you have the right to purchase sacrifices, nothing to say, nothing to say! By the way, a foreign free people like you who are proficient in Greek may not work in the temple for less than two consuls (the Romans used to call one year a consuls for one year, because the consuls can only do it.

In one year), you will build a large manor for the Monopoly Lukulas, or take on a big business, and you can gather 500,000 to 1 million Seth's money at once. When your next generation becomes a citizen, you will immediately become a 'new knight'. Alas, it's much better than us. It's better to sail on the river." The guy chattered, and Karabis also kept an listening smile, then held his hand and politely asked about his name. The other party looked flattered and quickly said "Kaimax in a despicable name."
Chapter completed!