Augustus Road

"But the situation did not develop as you hoped, and Lang Jishi became wary of you, so you kept following me and wanted to use me to force out the amber plate. That day, you rushed into Lang Jishi's hiding place. The person in the apartment is actually yours, right?" As he spoke, Calabis grabbed his hair, "After I became suspicious of you, I would also ask about your origins, Galilean, my dear. Comrade, I know from the veterans of the Seventh Legion in Rome - before the Third Mithridatic War, you were indeed a tutor, but not a Greek, but employed by a Rhodesian. You belong to a wealthy immigrant family in Rome. When Mithridates began to massacre Roman immigrants in the east, you betrayed all the old and young of your master's family, including the thirteen-year-old child you taught, to the Pontic people. "Later, you took the share of betraying your master and took a boat in Pontus, preparing to escape to Sinope. You were sunk by Luculas's warship, and then you were captured by the Third Regiment."

After finishing speaking, Calabis pushed Demetrius back, separated his hands, pressed them on the table, looked at the blossoming Demetrius, took a deep breath, and said: "Thirteen-year-old child , how did you start?"

"What can I do! I also want to live. Mithridates' army knows that I am a tutor, and they threaten me with axes and swords, just like you did to me today!" Demetrius There were two lines of blood and snot flowing from Si's nostrils, which fell on his collar and stained a large area. He was held down by a group of people, and he shouted angrily and angrily, "That child is hiding deep in the Medicine Temple. In a secret room where he lived, his parents were killed on the steps of the temple. Yes, it was me who said it. I just charged his family two thousand silver coins a year. There was no need to do anything for him. Burial. I still remember the look in the child's eyes after he was found by the Mithridatic soldiers. He didn't dare to look at me. He lowered his head and trembled all over when he saw the corpses of his parents. He was so scared that he even urinated. Use an ax to cut off the child's arms and neck, and take off all the valuable gold jewelry on his body. This is the law of this cruel world. Each of us has a contract and transaction with God. God gives you the gift of continuing to live. , you must sacrifice it, too, Karabis!"

"Is his father this person?" Calabis took out a plaster human head from the locker next to the table and placed it on the table. Demetrius's face was distorted and his eyes almost bulged. This is an image of a thirty-year-old man with slightly curly hair and a desperate and angry expression. "Yes, your employer was betrayed by you at the Medicine Temple in Rhode Island and was killed. He may be from Sardinia." A certain knight of the Emily family. Now, please take a look, look carefully at the eyes of this plaster. This is a restoration made by Timothee using his skull. The restoration is so successful."

Demetrius howled and struggled violently, not daring to look at the plaster head, "No, no, I told you, his name is Box. Emili Lepidus, he is from Sardinia." The soldiers of Mithridates also gave me his gold ring, the son of the former consul Lepidus the Elder."

"Hand it over!" Karabis shouted. Then he saw that Demetrius' hands were tied behind his back, so he asked two female slaves to search him.

A ring rolled on the table. It seemed that Demetrius had always carried it with him. Calabis picked it up. There were a few simple Latin letters engraved on it, which were probably the abbreviations of the Emily family. But the name "lepidvs" came out of Demetrius' mouth so familiar that I couldn't remember it for a while.

"Oh, yes, wasn't my original name Lepidus? For such a long time, I have even forgotten my original name. The pronunciation of this lepidvs is very similar to that of my name. It's fate." Calabis took the ring away, and then Suddenly he took out his fighting sword and put it against Demetrius' neck.

"Don't kill me, I am willing to continue to sacrifice some more things." Demetrius raised his head and breathed heavily as he begged.

Calabis paused for a while, then slowly put away his sword, "I won't kill you, and I don't think Potty will agree to it. You are right, God has given you something, and it will definitely I demand something from you by contract, perhaps my own debt, which has not yet been paid. But you, Demetrius, are a filthy serpent, and it is not the gods who have made your deal with you, but the devil now. The farewell is over, go to the East and go back to your swamp."

Finally, Demetrius, who was let go, looked back at Calabis with a complicated expression, touched the wall and walked out. Under the swinging chandelier, Calabis sat down without saying a word, and Domuru left. Come here, "Why don't you kill him."

"What's the benefit of killing him? This kind of venomous snake that specializes in eating carrion is a match made in heaven with Pompey. I'm too lazy to break it up." Calabis said slowly, and then gave the money bag to Domuru. "Say hello to Princia for me."

In the morning four days later, a flock of pigeons flapped their wings in a group in the clear blue autumn sky, and a shower of shadows flashed over Calabis' head. He was wearing brand-new armor, a red cloak, and a cross-body bag. Holding the box and Celtic bronze helmet, under the shadow of the poplar tree, he slowly walked up the steps of the Temple of Vesta and entered the sacred warehouse inside. Qingyue's footsteps sounded lonely in the hall, "Excuse me, do you need it?" Where's the room key?" A new administrator asked timidly when he saw the man dressed as a quartermaster. When he saw that he was alone, he coughed twice in embarrassment and put back the key.

Carabis smiled at him, then squinted his eyes at the clear morning light falling between the warehouse patio and the ceiling. He had just said goodbye to the brothers Luculas and Marcos at the Prima Villa, and came here because he seemed to have the urge to take another look.

"Thank you for providing the meditation courtyard for the Temple of the God of the Hearth. So, before going to the war, do you have any idea of ​​concluding a contract with the God of the Hearth and the Holy Fire?" Carabis turned around and saw Li Xiliya in a white robe.

The new weigher of the city legion held up two pieces of jewelry with both hands, "I am not here to arrange a will, it is not time yet, but please keep these two things, virgins."

Li Xiliya took it, one of which was an exquisite gold-inlaid enamel pendant box, which seemed to contain liquid, "Be careful! There is a highly toxic liquid inside." Carabis reminded.

The second one was a ring with the words "m.p.f" engraved on it, and the head of Numa Papilius, the second king of Rome and successor of Romulus. Her expression changed slightly, "This ring doesn't seem to be your property. Where did it come from?"

"It belongs to the Emily family in Sardinia (now Sardinia)." Carabis glanced at Li Xilia and said. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe and reward on Qidian Mobile (). Your support is my greatest motivation.)