Augustus Road

Let the poets appear in your bright eyes without offending or blaspheming them.

——Cicero

Early the next morning, Calabis grabbed the snarling Timotheus by his braid (he had grown Scythian hair after coming to Rome), dragged him down the stairs, and dragged him down the stairs. Going up the street and walking towards a bustling neighborhood, Poti and Paluma poked their heads out on the balcony of the apartment in surprise and watched the pair leave quickly.

Because last night at Calabis, I was reading the magnificent work of Pius and preparing to translate it into Greek. I drew up an outline in my mind, but Timotheus, who was staying at his house, kept chattering. He talks about his fish, horse, and dog gods, but never mentions the future plans of the clinic. This made Calabis furious all night, so before going to the Temple of Vesta that day, he dragged him down the Avendine Hill.

"Calabis, don't grab my sacred braid, you bastard! When did you become so strong!" Teemo Xiu, who was dragged backwards, used his hands and feet to kick and kick randomly, but he still couldn't touch Kara. Bit less than that.

"Shut up, do you want to open a clinic? Do you want me to send you back to Prema, where you will be a waiter and a slave who will be beaten by the supervisor at any time?" Karabis walked to the entrance of the block, threatened, and then Throw Timotheus to the ground.

Timothy sat down on the ground, eagerly expressing his unwillingness to return to Prima, and asked Calabis to protect his medical research. Calabis nodded, then pointed to a small arcade with scaffolding at the corner of the street, and said, this is your clinic. I have started preparing it earlier, but I am only responsible for paying, other work is up to you. . You must use snake venom and swords to win the admiration of the Roman people. As for the cost of the altar of the Scythian god, I'm sorry, you earn it yourself.

"I don't know how to win the opportunity to make money. In the past, when I was with Mithridates in Pontus, whenever the emperor or the royal family needed treatment, I would go for treatment." Timothy said with a sad face.

Calabis said don't worry, and then the two stood at the street corner for a short while when they heard fighting and noise - a group of Roman "citizens" carrying torches, chair legs, sticks and daggers roared out of the alley. They went out and divided into two groups at the street intersection, fighting each other and shouting slogans insulting the opponent's candidate. "Remember, it's like this every morning now." Karabis said to Timothy as he watched.

After the fight, most of the people ran away, leaving a few citizens lying in a pool of blood, moaning miserably. Karabis licked his lips, lifted Timothee, and said, "Go forward and see if they are still there." Saved. Timotheus stepped forward and made some observations. He said that two people were stabbed in the internal organs and could not be saved. Then four people were seriously injured by chair legs and daggers, but they were still saved.

"Then if you can save someone, why don't you use me to teach you?" Karabis stretched out his hand on the side and shouted.

Timothy accepted the promise, took out the medicine bag and box, and began to get busy, "I have stuffed this man's intestines back and sewed them up." Timothy finished his work and shouted to Calabis, "Calabis Then he walked up to the guy who was lying on the ground hoarsely, clutching his abdomen and gasping for air, and asked: "Which Tribus (district) elector are you from?"

The other party answered intermittently, and Calabis was not interested in listening to what he had to say. He directly took out a wad of money from his pocket, "Twenty-one dinars, eleven sestes, and more." There are a few Asi... The operation fee is eighteen..." As he said that, he took out eighteen silver coins and threw them into Timothy's box, "The remaining three , let you hire a carriage to go home, respected elector." Calabis patted the other party's shoulder, "I wish the candidate you support wins the throne of consul."

"Did you see it, Timothee! That's what you do, stuff these people's brains and intestines back, and then take their money and use it as medical expenses. You'll be busy for one or two months. Don't talk about repairing it after you're done. With a few altars, you may even have enough money to rent an entire apartment on Jucola Street and open a reading clinic." After Karabis ordered, he was about to leave.

After he turned around, he saw several dark-skinned guys with tangled hair, holding up chair legs and machetes, forming a half circle around him. "We are not voters, we are just here to rescue voters." Look. Those who come to the other side are ill-intentioned, Calabis explained gently, and he did not want to get involved in the strife over the consul election.

"It can be seen that of course you are not a citizen of the ministry area, you are just a freedman. Do you run this clinic?" The leader, a dark-skinned man covered with tattoos, pointed to the scaffolding over there and asked arrive.

"Yes, I funded another freeman to open it. He is right over there." Calabis pointed to Timothy who was busy on the side and said. These guys with white cloths on their heads, black hair, gold jewelry, and a strong smell of curry are probably from the South Asian subcontinent and came to Rome along the Red Sea trade route to pursue the prosperous Tianzhu people.

The leading man said with a fierce look: "Then you have to remove the scaffolding now, because you have forgotten that when setting up an industry in a vici, you must first ask which god is in charge of the vici. Now I tell you, This god of vici’s medical clinic is the almighty Lord Vishnu, our protector. Now take your friends and get out of here.”

Now, Calabis understood that Timothee had met his enemies in the same industry. It seemed that these Tianzhu guys had already opened a clinic in this neighborhood before, so they were naturally jealous of those who came to grab business.

"Can we talk openly and honestly? " Carabis held a conciliatory attitude and kindly sought ways to solve the problems caused by the collision of the two major medical systems.

Who knew that those Indians would fiercely show their weapons, put them together, and pose as a thousand-handed god, confronting Carabis. Timotheus on the other side was unaware and was still busy beside the injured.

Carabis touched his body. Damn, he didn't bring his sword! At this moment, his arms were suddenly hit by two large and soft pieces of meat. Looking back, it turned out to be the coquettish proprietress Domuzou of the bar next to the sheepfold. She hugged him with her big chest. "Isn't this the boy named Carabis? I told you a long time ago that the most lacking thing in Rome is trouble. Put down your weapons. Recently, the citizens and freemen in the city are too manic. You can go to the backyard of my bar and sit and do something that has nothing to do with the election, but is more interesting than the election. There you can all be the dictator of the slim and beautiful girl. No matter what motion you put forward in bed, the girl will agree to you." Domuzou kept blinking at both parties and said wetly.

"Hey, Domuzou, I'll give you a hundred dinars. Tell these curry guys to get out and go to your place for fun. I have something to do right away." Carabis took out his purse and stuffed it into the pottery jar held by Domuzou. "By the way, how did you come to this neighborhood?"

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