Augustus Road

"Opulik, a poor Gaul sword slave, now runs a poor gladiator group." The big man took off his helmet and answered in a muffled voice. His head was full of golden hair, and his nose and mouth were completely twisted together because of the sword wound. Then Carabis heard the amazed and admiring cheers of Paluma and Valentina. Obviously, this Opulik was the hero Hercules in their minds.

"You will not be poor if you meet me-now in Rome, which gladiator school is the most prosperous in the new Colosseum?"

"Dear sponsor, I think it must be from Capua." Opulik said, his mouth twitching with the movement.

"Then I will take over the management of your group, overthrow the one in Capua, and make you famous in Rome." Carabis then said to Pope, "Dear technician, remember what I said to you before..."

"Remember, it's the style." Pope said very neatly.

"Yes, you can help our gladiator hero design a style in the style of the Gaul warriors. For example, we don't need this rustic Samnite helmet. We can design a more stylish helmet with colorful feathers like blooming flowers and a breathable pig mouth in front..." Carabis's design habit came up again.

"No, I will design a durable and sturdy outfit for Oplik." Pop interrupted Carabis hurriedly.

After the arrangement, Carabis pulled Boti over and kissed her lightly, and then said, "Everyone's banquet is not over yet, you can have a carnival here - Timotheus, Moye, Milu, Tagus, etc. Oh, and my new friend Oplik, I'm going back to the city now and ask Domuri to arrange some outstanding and gorgeous cooks and slaves, and I have some small affairs to deal with."

"Carabis, maybe you need some guards." Milu suggested cautiously.

"No, Catiline and all his followers must be gathered at the Temple of Juno now, and I will go to the Temple of Mercury." Calapis waved his hand and left the yard briskly.

The Temple of Mercury and the Temple of Juno are half a city away, which is why Calapis tricked Catiline. Calapis now stepped on the puddles of rain and crossed the Tiber River on the bridge, rushing towards the Temple of Mercury.

The Temple of Mercury is also a mostly new building. Sulla and Crassus both spent money to renovate it. Especially Crassus, he took the opportunity of renovating this place to hold a banquet with a full hundred tables to entertain the citizens and distributed 500 sesterces to each person. Carapis waved the key at the priest, who took it, pressed it on the mold to check it, nodded, and took Carapis to the end of the corridor, where there was an iron cabinet welded to the ground. After opening it, Carapis looked inside and saw that it was indeed gold and silver bars worth 300,000 sesquiterres, but he shook his head: this money alone was not enough to make Catiline so panicked, there must be some shocking secrets.

He gave the small key to the priest again, and the priest checked it again and opened an inconspicuous niche. Carapis took out a small amber plate from it, on which lines of text were engraved with a knife dipped in carbon ink, and - there were also various forms of seals...

After a casual glance at it, Carapis trembled all over.

The priest next to him was about to come over when he saw him like this. Carabis immediately put away the amber board and said to the priest seriously, "I was entrusted by my best friend, the deceased Knight Langis, to donate his inheritance of 300,000 sestes to the temple in full." Hearing this, the priest opened his mouth wide and was inexplicably excited. Carabis immediately handed the bronze key to the priest and asked him to hold it tightly.

"But, Langis didn't leave a will here." The priest was still in doubt.

"This amber board is his will - please forgive me, my best friend died too suddenly, I have to find his relatives to confirm." Carabis said as he ran down the steps of the temple.

Carabis stood in the high priest's residence on Qiukola Street. Kaimais hurried to greet him. The two hugged and kissed each other affectionately. Kaimais asked if Carabis and his family were okay. "Thanks to you, you have helped me a lot." Carabis whispered in his ear gratefully.

Kaimais was also very happy, feeling that a big stone in his heart had fallen. He was proud of being able to help the nobleman Carapis. Of course, he hoped that Carapis could provide greater energy support for the political career of his idol Caesar.

"Is His Excellency Julius Caesar here?"

"You are very lucky, because the debt-collecting centurions went to his house today, and he successfully jumped to the official residence." Kaimais led Carapis to the inner hall of the official residence.

The High Priest's Palace is the most noble place in Rome. It is made entirely of marble and is a combination of public and private. Caesar's wife and mother can live here. The inner hall is full of living facilities. Caesar was sitting in an armchair with a sad face. Of course, when he saw Carapis, he showed a pleasant smile. He didn't want his sequestre to lose confidence in him.

Then, Carapis saw that the person sitting in the armchair over there was Crassus, who also had a gloomy face.

Since seeing the amber plate just now, Calabis understands everything. He understands why Caesar is depressed and why Crassus is here - the Senate has just held a meeting, at which Cicero was aggressive again, saying that Catiline supported The mob under the emperor had begun to besiege the fortress outside Rome. This was already an act of treason. When a senator raised objections, he was immediately violently attacked by Cicero, and this time Cato also stood on Cicero's side. Luo aside.

So Calabis almost went straight to the point, and he gave the amber plate directly to Caesar. Of course, the reactions of Caesar and Crassus were also what he expected. They were trembling at first, and then surprised, "Calabis, how did you get this thing?" Crassus asked first.

"Since I was entrusted by Your Excellency at the last banquet, I have spent a lot of effort to get it." Karabis smiled and said very vaguely.

"Where are the Langji people?"

"Dead," Calabis said.

Crassus placed the amber plate on the table. Slowly, as if it was of great weight, Caesar looked at it again and said seriously to Calabis: "Patron of the tuna, my sequestre, you You must swear - this is the only one, and the way it looks now is the way you found it."

"I can swear this to Heavenly Father Jupiter and Heavenly Queen Juno, as you can see." Calabis's face was also serious.

"What do you need in return?" Crassus over there asked impatiently before Calabis could finish his oath.

Half a market day later, it was still a thundering noon. In the sultry air, at the entrance of Crassus' courtyard, Catiline and a few followers retreated with ashen faces. It was over, if not completely over, then half of it, because Cicero began to adopt roundabout tactics. He no longer talked about his treason, but used the continuous thunderstorms, earthquakes and river flooding at these times as reasons. Calling this the will of God, he requested that the election of consuls be postponed...

This is Cicero's trick! It should be noted that Catiline is now heavily in debt. The further the election period goes, the more unfavorable it will be for him and the more desperate he will be.

In desperation, he once again found Crassus, who lived in the deep. Everyone knew that he was the richest character in the world. It was he who cleared his debt after the failure of the last election. But this time, who would have thought that Crassus's attitude was extremely... Indifference and direct avoidance, let alone financial support.

"It seems that our reformer and people's hero has been rejected." Just as Catiline stood there, he turned out of Calabis in the alley next to the gate, followed by several veterans and cornermen. The fighter said to Catiline with a mocking face and tone.

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