Augustus Road

Then, Domuka moved his eyes in the direction in which the little pigeon ran back, and sure enough he saw Karabis hanging on the pillar of the Opera House Square, waving his hands and smiling at him.

When Domujan pointed at Calabis, Princia immediately panicked and asked the servants to pick up the carriage and leave. She knew that she had sold Calabis, and this kind of thing was taboo in Rome. She Afraid of Karabis's face-to-face questioning and even retaliation.

But several gladiators blocked the direction of her sedan chair. Calabis ran briskly to her sedan chair. He first hugged Domuka, the proprietress, and then kissed the back of Princia's hand. The most beautiful woman in Rome, you can make it easy for me to find her.”

Princia was afraid that those lawless gladiators would rip off her clothes and kill her slaves in the street. Even if she could see the sky in the entertainment venues of Rome, there was no power enough to pass through all areas in the world of black and white. , she forced herself to calm down, smiled and leaned forward to kiss Calabis back: "Calabis, I heard that you are serving in a distant area, but why did you come back first? I have thought about it many times before, writing to greet you. Yes, haha.”

"Haha, is that so? It's rare that you have always cared about me, Princia, for so long. I have long thought that you are a beautiful and kind-hearted woman. The old lady just did that, and you gave her the opportunity to participate in the temple fair. , of course I wanted to respond to your kindness and gave her fifty silver coins, plus a rental fee of twenty silver coins per month. The clinic under my name is also open to her at any time. Listen, my patron has an arrangement soon. I sincerely invite you to attend the banquet, but don’t forget that you should also respond to my kindness!” As he said that, Calabis secretly pinched Princia’s arm, with a fierce light in his eyes, which represented a sense of indifference! No attitude.

Before the other party could answer, Karabis kissed Domujan's wrist and mouth passionately, making this unrestrained proprietress feel a little overwhelmed, "The entertainment and drinks of the festival banquet are rented. Here it is, my dear dearest friend with a big dick.”

Watching Princia leave in shock and inexplicably, Calabis took the little pigeon to the arch of the amphitheater, where a flock of birds flew up. Then he flicked the dust off the little pigeon, before he could ask the woman and the child, he hurriedly said: "Please take father to say hello to Potty, but I may not be able to go home for several days. This city is like a top. Tell me, son, who is Potty's second child?" What’s the other name?”

"Daughter, because she is a daughter, Bodi named her Corinna without permission." Little Pigeon said seriously, "Adoptive father, if I grow up and can serve you faithfully, are you willing to let Corinna do it?" My wife?"

Calabis replied perfunctorily: "You can marry a woman from a traditional noble family. You don't have to marry a daughter from a new noble family like me. That won't be of much benefit to either of us."

"Where's Valentina?" Little Pigeon continued to ask, but Calabis didn't answer him and ran away on his own. He ran along Doscunara Street and up Esque The villas on Mount Nino - it is adjacent to the suburbs of Rome, so the price of buildings is much cheaper than on Palatine Hill. It is a place where down-and-out nobles and newly wealthy people like to buy properties. Calabis walked through the winding Walking through alleys and streets, and into courtyards with mottled paint, they started knocking on door knockers. An old servant with sunken eyes opened his eyes and looked at Calabis up and down.

"Do you know where this is?"

"I know this is the mansion of the Brutus family, and I'm here to find Julius Caesar."

"Caesar is not here."

Calabis knocked the knocker louder, "Caesar is right here! Don't worry, I'm not here to collect debts."

With his sunken eyes, the old slave looked warily behind Calabis and around him. After making sure that he was the only one, he slowly opened the side door. Calabis walked in and saw Caesar covered with his robe. His face was lying on a stone chair in the garden, not knowing whether he was awake or asleep. Next to him, a beautiful woman in her thirties, whom he had met on the island of Sardinia, was sitting and playing the zither for him. The young nobleman Brutus was playing the game of throwing mutton leg bones with a rosy-faced and lively noblewoman on the small table under the grape trellis.

After a quick glance, Calabis confirmed that the person playing the piano was Brutus's mother, Caesar's favorite wife Seville; and the person playing with Brutus should be Seville's brother (or Brother) Cato the Younger’s daughter and Brutus’ cousin Portia.

"Hey, it's Calabis!" Brutus was the first to greet him warmly, and Calabis also stepped forward to hug and shake hands with him, "That day on Sardinia, you actually left me behind and took the first step. "

"I hurried to the military camp, please forgive me. Oh, it seems that you finally chose your lovely cousin, respected Portia. Your father's integrity has made people all over the world, including me, a new knight from a foreign land, appreciate it." I feel sincere admiration. Look at this beautiful and exquisite ring. You and Brutus must be engaged. I will give you a generous gift someday." Calabis certainly knows that the daughters of Cato's family have always been happy. Her father and great-great-grandfather were proud, so Portia smiled and accepted Calabis's complimentary kiss on the back of her hand.

Sevilla next to him said calmly: "Portia, you should not take the flattery of a young and handsome man to heart, otherwise you will end up like your aunt sooner or later, indulging in the relationship with a bald man. The women in our family should have been sitting in front of the spinning machine and working at this moment, but now it is different. Perfume, clothing, and young and beautiful men are tempting us to degenerate all the time. Look at me now, I have degenerated."

Hearing this, Carapis hurriedly changed his mind and ran to Carapis again, kissing the back of her hand. Carapis laughed, "Guest, I hope my joke just now did not offend you. If you are here to collect debts from the bald man lying on the stone chair, please send him to court and put him in prison. He has tortured me for almost ten years, cheating me of food and drink and my tears."

Hearing this, Caesar coughed twice, turned over, and turned his back to Carapis.

Carapis stepped forward and whispered to him: "Sir, please cheer up. Now is not the time to be passive and indulge in wine and beautiful women. Pompey will be back soon. You have to take the 13th Legion to Lusitania to exchange for further glory. You are almost 40 years old. The peak moment of politics is beckoning you. You should not be so rude as to think that I am here to collect debts."

"I can't leave. The debt is too much." Caesar answered weakly and sadly.

"How much?" Carapis remembered that he used the proceeds from the Etruscan auction to help Caesar repay a debt of no less than 100 talents, and Crassus also took out 300 talents. Now Caesar's debt is only 300 or 400 adopted sons.

Who would have thought that Caesar's answer was "It has reached 897 talents again."

"......" (To be continued.)