Many citizens and young people who followed Katilin (seemingly nobles) raised their fists and shouted, expressing their support for Katilin. Then the torch raised high in their hands: "As long as I ascend to the position of consul next year, I promise to exempt you from the heavy debts you borrowed from the upstart knights, and allocate to each of you a newly conquered North Africa, the Little Asia and the Latin Alliance. As for the slaves who follow me at will, they will be released without looking at the face of your master. I say again, Rome needs me, and needs more powerful figures, and cannot place hope on the elders who only know how to swear all day long! In short, supporting me Katilin is supporting yourself to save yourself!"

These words set off the climax of the speech. People no longer cared about Lukulas' triumphal movement just now. They were obviously infected by Katilin's fanatical emotions and generous conditions. They shouted wildly. Karabis thought that it seemed that this person named Katilin was running for the open election, but regardless of my affairs, I was just here to make a soybean. I didn't have the votes in my hand, so I was ready to go home. Before the triumphal, Lukulas also reminded that all the free people would come to his residence in Rome to gather and pay for the banquet, and their whole family would like to express their gratitude to everyone.

Until Lukulas turned around and left the square, he could still hear Katilin's roar. He thought that this guy came to the square to deliver a speech when he was most popular in triumph. Sure enough, forget it, these battles between the chairs are in my mind.

"Don't put your back on me, who gave you the courage? The lowly free people, the newly released Asian slaves, are you all who flock into this city, and the citizens who have lost their jobs and wealth. You still want your children to obtain precious citizenship now, which is simply unbearable!" Suddenly, a young nobleman next to Katilin raised his fist and shouted at Karabis, and then the citizens became excited. They suddenly became full of hatred for the black-haired Karabis. It was suddenly as if the hunger and cold they suffered were caused by Karabis. This trick of inciting hostility is common. Perhaps, the purpose of the young nobleman instigated the citizens to immediately sacrifice Karabis' blood in the square to inspire their greater fanaticism.

The stones flew over like raindrops, and the hero Karabis did not suffer any loss at all. He moved the foot strength he had developed during his service in Xiaoya, and ran like the wind. The stones were thrown behind him, and a large group of people followed him and chased him. However, Karabis only speeded around the Jukola Avenue and ran a distance of 1,000 roma feet, and these people were thrown down panting-long-term live-in-city-waiting for death in the city for a long time. The days of selling tickets to survive have exhausted their resilience and strength as citizens.

Karabis, who was at ease, ran all the way to his apartment behind the Temple of the Women's War God outside the city. At this time, he saw Porti comforting Paruma in the living room. Paruma was trembling with fear and had a bruise on the corners of his eyes.

"What's wrong with the little pigeon?" Karabis asked, taking a sip of water from the dining table.

"The Roman child in the front block beat him and laughed at his disability." Porty said with some shame.

Karabis's hand holding the cup was shaking, but he still suppressed his anger and comforted him: "Tomorrow we will get five hundred drakma to Lukuras. Then we will move out of this apartment and enter a larger and more beautiful, living with educated people." Then he felt that he could not just forget it, which means that our whole family would go to Lukuras' villa in Paladin Mountain.

The next morning, Karabis covered his cloak and pulled the limping little Paruma, followed Poti, slowly walked through the block ahead, saw a clothing store, and walked in. Sure enough, several teenage children followed behind them, winked and shouted all kinds of words insulting Paruma's disability. The civilians around were laughing, as if they could have fun in this kind of thing.

"How much does the most expensive clothing here cost?" Karabis stood calmly and stood in front of the counter. The salesperson looked at Karabis with contempt and said, "I suggest you choose a mid-range one, only five dinars, which is just enough for you to work for three months."

"What's going on with your look? Are you not a free man?" Karabis said, staring at the nameplate around the salesperson's neck.

"The free people are also divided into levels. At least I have been assigned to this small shop in my master's legacy, but looking at your legion cloak, you used to be a camp slave. Why? It would be amazing to be given an old clothing by your master. So where are you taller now, is the prison or the execution ground?" The salesperson sarcastically smiled and said without a smile.

Karabis slowly shipped out twenty drakmas and said word by word: "Get the best clothes, and you kneel down to try it on for my adopted son." The salesperson saw a stack of owl silver coins, his mouth was a little tilted, and then he still said stubbornly: "Haha, where did you borrow these twenty silver coins from..."

"Shut up!" Karabis grabbed the other party's collar viciously, "Just like you, a rat shack with a radius of only ten Roman feet, I can now take out a hundred Drachmas to buy it. My master is Lukulas, the triumphant general. I have seized the crown of the King of Kings of the Barbarians on the battlefield. Now you kneel down for me and help my adopted son try on the clothes. Isn't this your duty? Pleasant to please your guests!"

After saying that, Karabis dragged the guy out, and the guy rolled and knelt in front of Parumma. A helper hurriedly stepped forward and handed him the clothes, secretly advised: "Don't mess with such a man. The free people have to look at the master. The free people whom Sura loved bought the most luxurious villa in Rome for five hundred drachma. Who dares to go against Sura?"

There were more and more people around the store. The guy kneeling on the ground continued to twitch, rolled his eyes from time to time, looked at Karabis, and slowly helped Parumma put on a silk top. When Parumma was wearing clothes, his legs and feet were not very flexible, and then he said embarrassedly: "Carubis, Porti..." As a result, the naughty children who had been following behind held their stomachs, imitating Parumma's posture, and laughed wildly.

When they saw Karabis step forward and stare at him, they provoked, "What, are a free man and his cub going to commit murder on the Roman citizens?"

Then there was a long "ahohoh" scream. Karabis stepped on the foot of a naughty child desperately, pinched his lower body, and said, "You deserve to be a citizen? Every day, you have to steal three or four Asi-mouthed children from their parents' pockets. Insulting a disabled child from a foreign race, you can become a citizen!" Then he pushed hard, and several naughty children rolled onto the soil outside the store. Karabis raised the dust on his toes and kicked the bears hard.

: "Your parents go to eat the relief bread made of embert wheat shipped from the mouth of the Tiber River every day; you boys can't afford even the three Drakma's breasts; your family is so poor that they even have cracks in the stove, and they still have to maintain decentness and raise two deaf and dumb old slaves; you can only rely on the tickets in your hands to withdraw from the tickets in your hands! You look down on me, my adopted son..."
Chapter completed!