Augustus Road

Because I have something to do tonight, I will update two chapters at a time. I hope everyone can recommend it. Thank you!

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All Cretans are liars - Solon, the ancient Greek sage reformer

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"No, Karabis...what changes have happened to you recently...your body is so strong...I can hardly bear your violence anymore..." Potty's head lowered in a dying posture, but she quickly screamed again, and her whole body was tumbled in mid-air by Calabis' hands. Her body was placed on the blind sill, and her legs He was lifted up and hung in mid-air, and continued to be brutally stabbed from the front by Karabis.

Potty chuckled, covered in sweat, and grabbed a ball of "massa" made of flour and honey from the plate on the stove, put it in his mouth, and then bit it together with Calabis' lips. Sometimes their mouths clashed fiercely, and sometimes they pulled Massa's noodle apart. Finally, Karabis tightened his buttocks, as tight as a screw press, and hit Bodi's vagina hard for more than ten times in a row. The flower branches trembled wildly, and the two of them hugged each other, rubbing their ears and temples together, adjusting their breathing after turning around near death.

"During dinner, Kelly came. He conveyed the patron's words, asking you to go to Prima to be responsible for greeting guests during the Saturnalia banquet." On the floor, Bodie, who was lying on his fiery body, was feeding Calabi sideways. Si "Massa" said: "Milu and Pope also came here in the afternoon and told us that our small villa in Apilon will be completed in about three or four market days after the festival."

"Has anything happened to Paluma's school?" Karabis asked as he swallowed the sweet and soft masa.

"I just want money. Besides, you have already told Tyranion before that every market day, Little Pigeon and Fan Lundina go to take lessons from a famous tutor whom Tyranion knows. Go and rest for a day, go in the evening and come back in the morning, twenty drachmas at a time, no silver dinars allowed."

Calabis gently hugged Poti and stroked her, "It seems that our decision to come to Rome was the right choice."

"No, Calabis, I am still afraid. Yes, this city has unparalleled wealth and opportunities, but it is also full of dangers. Today I went to the vegetable market and was almost followed by a group of people named Catiline. They were chasing us, shouting and holding up sticks and stones, telling us free foreigners to get out of the city of Rome." Bodi's body was shaking a little when he said this, not sure whether it was because of cold or fear.

Calabis said: "Don't be afraid, at least we will have a villa soon. Catiline is just running for consul to incite the people. When the candidates are settled, life will be much peaceful. If you haven't If you feel at ease, I will stay in the villa in Apilon immediately. I will still stay in this apartment and strive for the qualification to run his trust company for the patron." As he said this, he took a blanket and covered Bodi's head. body.

After hearing the man's words, Poti nodded meekly and told Calabis to remain pious anyway and don't forget to thank the family god. Then the two of them raised their heads and looked at the shrine under the dim candlelight opposite. She laughed - Paluma in the bedroom snorted twice, and Bodi hurriedly got up, put on her clothes, and went to take care of the child.

"Oh, welcome, my Calabis. Marcus, look, this energetic young man is so heroic in his silk robe." On the morning of Saturnalia, the man in purple robe Luculas, who had been standing in front of the porch of the villa very early, together with his brother Marcus, came to greet the freedmen and distinguished guests who came to help. When Calabis, wearing a piping silk coat, stood in front of the two brothers. , immediately attracted unanimous praise from them.

"Let me ask you, is Paluma not here, your adopted son?" Marcos came down the steps, eagerly holding Calabis's hand and asked.

Calabis smiled and said: "Sorry, little pigeon has strict lessons today. Even if it is Saturnalia, he is not allowed to attend the banquet. But this child has always wanted to come and see your crocodile, Marcus." These words This made Marcus laugh, and he and Calabis sat by the fountain and talked about their experiences in raising fish.

Luculas on one side smiled and watched his younger brother chatting happily with Calabis. In fact, the purpose of calling Calabis here was not to get to know the guests, but so that Marcus would not be left out in the banquet, because Rome Other people in the city are not as kind and patient as Calabis. \u003carii! "At this time, a tall and thin man wearing a loose robe shouted, walked in, and shouted to the owner. This man had a very eye-catching scar on his nose, with a kind of weak aloofness accompanying him. Next to him was the little Cato who was stubborn at the age of four (Calabis had seen him and Crassus in Campania).

\u003cWhat does arii mean? My language master, I hope you can use a good vocabulary for me. "

"The meaning of fish-raising madman is a new word I made to describe you." Cicero said with an arrogant smile and raised his neck.

"This is not a very good word." Luculas was a little embarrassed. Everyone knows that Cicero is the most famous vocabulary expert in the whole city of Rome. The new words he coined will be spread among common people and nobles in the future. In common language, he doesn't want future generations to think of him as a "fish farming madman".

However, Cicero did not give in at all, but started to talk about it: "What is good? I really don't know, my beloved triumphant general, your villa? Your fish pond? Or your luxurious banquet? Or your nonchalant demeanor when you spend a lot of money? Oh, for example, tonight's banquet, all the dignitaries and ambitious people will come, just like fish in the sea smelling delicious food. Under the light, everyone clinked their colored glass wine glasses and took off their outer robes. All etiquette and shame were gone - squandering, **, conspiracy, [***], the city of Rome was corrupted in these long nights of banquets."

Allowing Cicero to speak passionately, Cato the Younger and Lucullus kept a kind smile. In Rome, even if you listen to Cicero's rage, it is a kind of enjoyment to watch a speech.

"Maybe, I really should fully support you and be elected as the consul next year, even though you are just a knight from a foreign country." Finally, Lucullus took Cicero's hand and invited him to enter the restaurant.

Cicero's tone softened. "Oh - in fact, I will punch and run in my yard at this time every day. I also keep the traditional Roman habit of not becoming a glutton at dinner. I will control my appetite. I hope your chef will take special care of me soon."

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