Augustus Road

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The court of ancient Rome was in the shape of a standard "convex" character. Inside was a space composed of multi-layered corridors, with a rest room on the edge. The judicial officer's trial seat was located at the top of the "convex" character, ensuring that the judicial officer would not They were blocked by the crowd of onlookers and hindered the normal conduct of judicial work.

At the entrance of the wide hall, Calabis, who was behind the crowd, first saw a group of people dressed as knights with garlands, guided by the fascist retinue's sticks (Fascists in Rome were only allowed to have sticks, not sticks) Add an ax inside), and filed in through the door on the right. Then Calabis saw Cicero with a scar on the bridge of his nose standing in front of the door, shaking hands with the group of knights one by one and saying hello, but the crowd was so loud that he really couldn't listen. Know what they are talking about.

"Is this the appeal group of Africa?" Karabis asked several citizens around him deliberately, but he didn't seem to see the general representative Garba.

A middle-aged citizen replied: "No, this is the appeal group from Sicily - the one from Africa is still to come. They are here to prosecute the former governor Villes. Cicero took over the case. We have something good to look forward to." "It seems that all the governors of these Roman provinces are gourmet-level figures. In various provinces, they have the mentality of "just have fun and it's over" and scrape the land to death. As a result, they all fell into pieces after leaving office. They were followed by the local appeals team.

"Look, Welles is coming!" The crowd made a noise, and Calabis also turned to look. A arrogant fat man with orchid fingers raised. The slaves around him pushed the crowd aside aggressively, and then the fat man Welles Seeing the skinny Cicero in front of the court, Sis smiled with a crooked fat face, squirmed closer to him, and shouted loudly: "Young bumpkin from the small town of Alpino, you know what the jury will be like today. Legal officer, do you have anything to do with me?"

"Oh, Velez, I think what all the legal officers inside want most right now is to have nothing to do with you." Cicero also smiled and spoke back.

"We'll see!" Fatty Velez said viciously.

"My dear Velez, I hope you have brought some calming medicine today, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on." Cicero was very confident.

Veres was unmoved at all. He glanced to the side, then clapped his hands, and shouted in surprise: "Crasus, you are here too, you will be here soon, welcome me, the innocent one, to come out—— By the way, my hair is a little messy today. Damn it, the slave hairstylists bought from Sicily are all fake teeth." Calabis, who was approaching the door, saw that Crassus was also standing at the door with a smile, probably. I came here to watch the wrestling between the French and French.

"Behave well. I hold a neutral attitude. Like other citizens, I am here to watch the wonderful confrontation." After Crassus finished speaking, he slowly sat on the gorgeous sedan chair, and the shelter followed. Blocking his appearance.

So Calabis squeezed behind Crassus, close to the water and the terrace, but he didn't care about the fate of the fat man Veres. He was waiting for the next verdict, that is, the African appeal group's prosecution of Catiline.

After a while, to his surprise, Cicero's proud eloquence did not come from the court, but silence fell. Soon a fascist retinue came out and glanced at the crowd. Carrying various boxes and boxes, he walked into the inner hall of the court.

"Cicero did not use eloquence this time because he knew that most of the legal officials on the trial team had contacts with Villes, and it was futile to expect eloquence to influence and guide their positions, so he directly adopted silent debate Technique - Those boxes and boxes should be full of evidence of Veres's corruption in Sicily - Cicero only needs to arrange these things neatly in front of the jury and let the damn evidence speak for itself. , I have reminded him of this a long time ago." Crassus in the sedan chair said quickly in a low voice with some annoyance, and Calabis heard it, and not a moment later, the crowd started to stir, and he raised his head. Looking around, I saw the fat man Velez, who was running out of the courtroom with sweat on his face in the middle of winter, panting.

Even Crassus couldn't sit still now. He stood up and shouted at Veres: "You bastard, how dare you leave the court in the middle of the court!"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Anyway, I will win this lawsuit. I have applied to the legal officer. My hair is too uncomfortable. I want to go home and ask the hairstylist to cut it short and clean it for me." The fat man turned out to be Because of his hairstyle, he left the courtroom without authorization in the middle of the trial. It seemed that he was really arrogant. In the end, even Crassus couldn't stop him, so everyone watched the fat man leave in a hurry, surrounded by his slaves...

About an hour later, the greasy fat man Velez turned into a refreshed fat man with short hair. He returned to the court calmly and calmly. When he saw Crassus on the steps, he opened his arms diligently. Asked: "My dear friend, I am here to hear the final sentencing news, how about it? Have I been acquitted? I have already organized a grand banquet at home."

At this time, before Crassus could say anything, a court clerk, accompanied by the fascist retinue, slowly walked out and began to pronounce the sentence to the crowd: "It is hereby pronounced that the former Governor of Sicily, Villes, was found guilty of corruption and ordered to return The stolen money is fifteen million Sethus, plus a contempt of court fine of three million Sethtus!”

The crowd immediately burst into applause and cheers. Crassus looked down and said to Verres who was standing blankly below, "Cicero won, you are finished..."

"No, it can't be like this. I paid him in advance! I paid him a lot of money in advance!" The fat man with broken hair howled, and the slaves around him began to run around, really looking for herbs to calm their minds. "No, return 15 million sicetes. I only made 12 million during my entire term as governor. I still owe the debts I bribed the senators before. Crassus, Crassus, my dear friend, please!"

"I said, you are finished!" Crassus said impatiently, and gestured, ready to ask the slaves to lift the sedan chair and follow him away, but he still walked, because the city of Rome stipulated that only women and foreigners could ride in sedan chairs, and citizens, no matter how high their status, were not allowed, so he used it as a floating chair.

"Crassus, save me, save me... Uh, uh, uh!" Carabis saw that the fat man Veres suddenly couldn't speak, standing in place, his head and shoulders (he had no neck) stretched and contracted violently, twitching up and down like a choking hen.

"He had a heart attack!" Carabis shouted, ready to go forward to give the fat man artificial resuscitation, but it was too late. The fat man shook for a while, rolled his eyes, and fell to the ground with his legs spread out, accompanied by the screams of the crowd. "Veres, Veres!" Crassus also shouted, and hurriedly asked the servants to lift the fat man onto the sedan chair, rushed through the crowd, and sent him for rescue.

But it is estimated that most of them are beyond saving.

"Cicero, Cicero, Cicero!" The group of knights from the Sicilian appeal group lifted Cicero high, cheered his name, and came out of the court. The citizens who came to watch also shouted and saluted the warrior of the court, "The next consul, Cicero! The next consul, Cicero!"

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