Augustus Road

After one hundred and ninety-three Centuriae from the Roman districts and Latin city-states voted in the "Sheepfold", and after nearly a hundred days and nights of desperate struggle in the court, square, and voting fence. Today, the candidate for consul is finally to be announced.

Carabis once again booked a seat in the tavern of Domnitz, sat face to face with Camus of the Municipal Bureau, and handed him a purse of 500 "owls" - this time Camus did not seem to be abrupt at all, he had already regarded Carabis as his best friend, and happily accepted the commission.

"Don't let our friendship be affected by this money." Carabis toasted him with a glass of fine wine. "This is what you deserve. The asset certificate you provided allowed me to earn 1.2 million sesquises this time, and my Valin Warehouse is still receiving 200,000 sesquises a month. I can't wait for the election of consuls next year, haha. Kai Max, I also gave you a 3% share of the Valin Warehouse. Also, when will my woman accompany your wife to rent a nice yacht and enjoy a trip to Beagle, where you can buy some jewelry or something."

"Yes, yes, I think my wife will be very happy - by the way, I heard that you want to become the sequestre of His Excellency Julius Caesar?"

"Yes, I have sent 500,000 sesquises to the Temple of Venus, hoping to alleviate His Excellency Caesar's debts." At that time, personal savings were generally sent to the temple. There is no doubt that Caesar's "designated bank" was the Temple of Love.

"I will tell Caesar about your kindness! I believe that in five years, your adopted son will be a knight." Kaimais grabbed the corner of his clothes excitedly, feeling that his heart was about to jump out.

At this time, the door creaked open, and the proprietress Domuzin came in shouting, "Damn it, the consul elected the guy I dislike the most." It seems that the result of the election is finally determined.

"Cicero? Otherwise, besides him, do you still dislike someone?" Carabis guessed.

"Yes! In the coming year, this guy will be in charge of Rome. The dry guy with a chickpea scar on his nose will definitely restrict the city's charity and entertainment. I can't wait for the consul election next year-I hope that Catiline will be elected this time." Domuzin continued to shout, and then bent down, hanging her fat white breasts, and poured wine into the pottery jar.

"Catiline lost the election? Then the second consul was Neruda?" Carabis asked.

"Yes, the 'savage' defeated Catiline by only three centuries' votes. It was a pity that this guy had a prominent father, but Catiline didn't."

In the newly built Colosseum, 320 pairs of swordsmen were fighting desperately with harpoons, daggers and meteor hammers, which made tens of thousands of Romans who came to watch the feast of death crazy. They learned this barbaric sport from the predecessor of their city-state civilization, the Etruscans. Once they learned it, they would be madly in love with it. After that, it was particularly suitable for the violence and abuse genes of this nation. Gladiator schools were established everywhere. The most famous Capua gladiator group is leading the performance here. When those muscular men with bulging muscles jumped off the ox carts and walked into the Colosseum, the lower bodies of the Roman ladies were all wet in the bloodthirsty cheers. They also wanted to moan under the "daggers" of these sword slaves and enjoy the blissful reincarnation of death.

Several 17-year-old death row prisoners who had just been released from the death penalty prison to fight had their throats, shoulders, and internal organs chopped to pieces. When they died, they brought the last dedication to the Roman citizens, and their blood hissed into the sand under the Colosseum.

Then there was another round of wild cheers, and two tigers from the Sea of ​​​​Hercula were pulled up by chains with roars.

"Sir, these two tigers were donated to you by Carapis." On the seat, Kaimais smiled and reminded Julius Caesar who was sitting next to him.

"Kaimais, the high priest Pius has passed away. I think you should know this. I am going to run for the next high priest. Carapis' money has helped me a lot. I am not an ungrateful person. The knight apartments in Rome will soon be transformed into hot spring baths with hot water pipes on the roof. This is the last welfare I will bring to the citizens before I step down as a city official. Tell Carapis that this huge project will be contracted to him. Kaimais, you go and operate it. I will negotiate with the other three city officials." Caesar said, and raised his hand to salute the enthusiastic sword fighting slaves and the audience.

"Why, Gaius, don't forget that you can repay the debt, and there are also the fifty talents I gave and the thirty talents of Luculus. Why do you only care about the gift of the rookie named Carapis that is worth less than a dozen talents?" Crassus, who was sitting next to him, sneered twice and said dissatisfiedly.

"My dear friend, I am not worried about the debt, but how to repay it. The debt between you and the tuna is 'too difficult to repay'. If I become the high priest this time, I will inevitably help you to falsify the divination of major events." Caesar frowned and said distressedly.

"Same here." Crassus was very calm, "Recently, because of that guy Cicero, Verus not only lost his reputation, but also died of illness, and I also lost a large amount of income. Gaius, I hope you can be more alert after you take office, otherwise I can't protect you then."

The crow's feet at the corners of Caesar's eyes extended with his smile. He held Crassus' hand and said, "Don't worry." Crassus withdrew his hand with some disgust and said, "Gaius, according to the female slaves in my house, you have been frequently appearing around my new wife's boudoir at night recently..."

In the early morning of the Subura District, in the mansion of Julius, the family of descendants of the most noble goddess Venus now seemed particularly desolate and decadent. Yes, since Rome entered the Republic era, this family seemed to have lost its glory. Although it was still the most noble family in the eyes of the Romans, the difficulty of supporting such a family was beyond the imagination of ordinary civilians, which led to Caesar's family living a peculiar life that only aristocrats could enjoy: for a period of time, they spent lavishly, jewelry dealers and fresh fish dealers shuttled between the doors, and the family slaves all ate with red faces; but soon there would be a period of time when the family could not even light the brazier because there was no money. The slaves sat opposite each other, starving and the smoke from the cooking was lonely.

Before, Caesar's aunt married Marius, who was born a knight. No matter what the reason was, at least the good money savings of Marius's family was a very important one.

Caesar, wearing a Phoenician purple robe borrowed from Lucullus, quietly paced the corridor of his front hall, stretching out his fingers and touching the rows of wax busts of his ancestors on the display stand, like a farmer touching heavy ears of wheat.

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