Augustus Road

"My luck may not be over!" - Philip V of Macedon, in 185 BC, said angrily when faced with the war ultimatum from the Roman mission

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These words were extremely lethal. When Princia looked at it, she saw that there was no signature or seal of Crassus and Caesar on the amber board. She seemed to understand something in her heart, "Calabis, you mean, it's Cati Lin will be finished soon."

"Yes, no matter what, before I give this amber tablet to Cicero, everything is still under my control. My dear Princia, I don't want you to do it because of Sylla. Because of that, he was also involved.”

"Then can you also deal with Sylla's name?"

"No. Cicero is not a fool." Calabis said straightforwardly, "Princia, you know, there is a saying in my hometown - you can't avoid two disasters coming at the same time, but you can choose to endure one of them. A lighter one. Besides, there is a better choice now..." After speaking, Calabis gently pushed the amber plate in front of the Roman courtesan Queen, and Princia laughed and pointed. Pointing to himself, "You want me to go out? Take this thing with you."

"Yes, I believe you, dear Ball Queen." Calabis smiled slyly, "Countless political figures are your subordinates, not to mention you are also someone close to Syrah, you are holding this Go see Cicero, who is more convincing than me."

"Why..."

"I already know you!" Calabis interrupted, "You have a brother who is a slave of the auction house who was recently freed. He has a son named Horace. Yes, little Horace is Your named heir, you are both his aunt and guardian. Horace is still very young and has just been born, but you dote on him and love him. You hope that he can enter the Greek school in the future and become an elegant scholar. Distinguished people, I will not follow in the footsteps of you and your brother - I also believe that little Horace has a bright future." After saying that, Calabis raised another roll of vellum and threw it in front of Princia. , the chandelier in the tavern swayed slightly with his movements.

Princia picked up the vellum and said nothing. On it was the certificate of the Peripatetic School of Tyranion, stamped with Tyranion's ring seal - even though Princia herself did not understand philosophy, Tyranion's identity was With status, and what his approval means, the "Queen" still knows it well.

"I can't believe it." I don't know if Princia meant how Calabis could get this thing, or if she meant that she would betray her guest.

"It's not unbelievable, dear Princia, when you shuttled like butterflies at various banquets in the city of Rome, you couldn't imagine what kind of life my woman and I lived on the battlefield of Asia Minor. Tyranion can be regarded as a friend in need to a certain extent, yes - we are all people who climbed out of the mud pit hell of filth, filth, and suffering. Everything we do in Rome today, I swear to "Guardian! No one can take it away with a word or a finger - Catiline will soon understand this. As for tonight, as long as you nod, everything else will be left to me." Then, Karabis stood up, clapped his hands, and a tall man with blond hair and a face twisted together because of scars walked in.

"Oplik, I heard that two of your fellow tribesmen served as tribal envoys and came to Rome from Gaul to request debt relief." Calabis asked the big man.

"Yes, our tribe owes the Roman tax collectors a lot of money, and we can hardly survive." Oplik said, and then added, "They have good reasons to hate Rome."

"Very good. This lady's name is Princia. She has met a very heroic and powerful man named Sylla Lentulus. She may be able to help your two fellow villagers and their tribesmen with debts. ." After Karabis finished speaking, he stared at the somewhat unnatural Princia until she showed a smile of approval. She also laughed, picked up the wine glass, and clinked with everyone cordially.

When leaving, Karabis gently paid attention to the proprietress Domuru, "Five thousand drachmas, as agreed, will be paid to you tomorrow...and, maybe a few market days later, I will rent your tavern to hold a very grand farewell party for one of my friends, and you will arrange it.”

"How many female slaves and how many male slaves do you want?" Duo Mujiang asked, pushing out her tender breasts and half-opening her starry eyes.

"You should do it according to the scale of half a centurion." Karabis ordered and left.

When he left, the Capitol Hill was shrouded in morning light, a few wisps of breakfast smoke rose from the city, and the horn on the top of the mountain sounded suddenly.

By noon, almost everyone in the city of Rome knew the result of the divination:

This year's consul election cannot be postponed as proposed by Cicero, nor can it be held on time regardless of God's will - but brought forward, significantly brought forward - four market days later, that is, at the end of this summer, it must be held Choose the consuls for the coming year.

Hearing this result, Carapis smiled. This was the "surprise" he gave Catiline.

This divination result was worse than the postponement of the election that Catiline had expected. In these four short market days, he could not raise funds for the campaign, let alone buy votes through his connections. What's more, because he had been sued by the African Merchants Group before, and he was in debt of millions, someone could be instructed by his political opponents at any time to bring up the old matter again or directly sue him in France in the name of debt collection, so that he would automatically lose the qualification to run for the consul next year.

Even if Catiline could continue to pretend to be calm, his gang of party members finally couldn't hold it back.

The pig-like teammates were going to take action.

In the middle of the night just a few days later, several of Crassus's close servants, in a very urgent manner, handed a secret letter to Cicero who was on duty in the Senate. Cicero opened it and examined the contents. It said that a mysterious person found Crassus's doorman servant in the middle of the night and threw a letter to advise Crassus to leave Rome as soon as possible, because someone was plotting a large-scale arson and massacre soon, not only to kill all the fathers in the Senate, but also to murder the consul Cicero. It was also said that in the apartments and warehouses under his name, someone hid a house of linen, kerosene, and daggers. Thanks to the loyal administrator who notified him in time.

After reading the letter, Cicero smiled and said nothing more. This kind of thing without a beginning or an end could not be used as evidence for him to overthrow Catiline, but he also understood that Crassus, the old fox in the shadows, had already made his attitude clear.

As for Caesar, everyone knew that he was now close to Crassus.

This Catiline, he is deserted by his friends and relatives.

However, these two guys are actually no different from Catiline. They are all cancers of the Republic and must be eradicated sooner or later, while I am still the consul of the Republic. So Cicero cleared his throat and shouted: "Taero..." A gray-haired and elegant personal slave came up.

"Take out the charcoal pen and parchment." Cicero pinched his scarred nose slightly with his hand, "As usual, I dictate and you record. This letter is written to Pompey, the general who won a great victory on the eastern battlefield and will return to Rome soon... Yes, the tone must be respectful, Pompey is very popular with this set..."

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