Augustus Road

The surrounding civilians, including the parents of the naughty children, were stunned to death. Amidst the billowing dust, several naughty children huddled on the ground, rolling around and groaning with bleeding from their mouths. Calabis stood up straight, shook his hair, took a long breath, and whispered to Poti: "Tighten Paluma and follow me."

At this time, the people who reacted began to surround Calabis. One of the young nobles, who looked like the guy who followed Catiline in the square yesterday, threatened Calabis: "You are finished. Foreigner, if you harm a Roman citizen in the daytime, your behavior is equivalent to a night thief, we have the right to whip you, whip you to death, in full compliance with Roman law."

In the crowd, Calabis pulled Paluma tightly, stretched his hand to the hilt of his sword under his cloak, and replied to the young nobleman in Latin: "Tooth for tooth, eye for eye, give me an insult, "Repay with beatings. If you give me a whip, I will repay you with a sword." This sentence is actually the "lynching revenge" link in the "Twelve Tables" quoted by Calabis. The nobles were stunned for a moment. This foreign free citizen could actually talk about the law?

"Stop your delusions. You are a foreigner and Roman law does not apply to you at all."\u003c! Calabis retorted calmly as he walked, meaning, "The law of all peoples applies to everyone, whether they are Romans or foreigners." "

In the early days, Rome had only one set of civil laws that applied to citizens; later, with the increase in foreign disputes and aliens, a set of laws for all peoples was formulated. Calabis had no fear of these people at all. What Kelly did that day made it very clear that the privileges of citizens were nothing more than a fig leaf for these poor people who begged for food from the warlords and plutocrats.

The aristocratic young man became anxious and shouted: "If you kill this foreigner, the most you can do is pay compensation to his patron. Citizens of Rome, don't you have laws and gods to protect you?" The common people were encouraged and swarmed around On top, holding up the wooden stick and the iron rod, Calabis gritted his teeth, pulled out the bright dagger from under his cloak, and made a stabbing gesture like a legionnaire (in fact, he didn't know how to do the next step at all), "Everyone." Get out of here, don’t touch my family.” Those people were frightened again and retreated one after another.

Just when the situation was at a stalemate, a tall, thin old man wearing a white cloak outside shouted: "When did the courts of Rome become a street?" Everyone and Calabis turned around and saw that the man was actually in the city. Tyranion, the Greek rhetorician who was captured in Sinope, happened to see this scene when he came from another intersection, "Oh, isn't this my old friend Calabis? You are also following the triumphant general. Kuras returned to Rome?"

"Yes, scholar! I also came back on the Apollo, but you and the general were in the VIP cabin and didn't notice our whole family." Calabis shouted.

"Don't call me a scholar. It makes me look too weak." The thin old man wandered towards the crowd and said, "I am also a free citizen of Luculas now. Under his protection, I want to open a rhetorical school in the city. College, do you know where Luculas's mansion is? Rome is a mess, and I'm sorry, but its streets are almost straight."

The aristocratic young man was eager to show off his power and cursed, "Go away, Greek guy", and rushed towards Tyranion, intending to punch him. Calabis hurriedly shouted, telling Tyranion to get out of the way. Unexpectedly, Tyranion punched the "golden young man" on the bridge of his nose. The guy fell back with a rainbow-like expression. nosebleed.

Then, Tyranion jumped into the crowd, covering his left and right, and knocked down several guys with weapons in a few strokes, leaving Karabis dumbfounded.

In the end, the crowd dragged the young noble and a few naughty children and started arguing one after another. Tyranion muttered "Don't call me a Greek either", arranged his slightly scattered white hair with his hands again, and said to Calabis He smiled and said, "Friend, can you take me to the general's house? I think we should be on the same road."

Walking on the bustling street, Tyranion asked: "I didn't know, Calabis, that you actually knew the laws of Rome."

"Yes, I served the patron for a period of time in the military camp. He brought many books of law with him." Karabis recalled.

"Yes, but Calabis, I sincerely advise you that in the city of Rome, you need to learn a lot of things, but it does not include law. You know that lawyers and service are the starting points for Roman citizens to enter politics. This On the other hand, they will not give foreigners a chance. You might as well study rhetoric. As long as you have acquired the essence of the Greek school, it will be very pleasant to open a small academy on a beautiful island and receive expensive education. Things will not suffer because of your status as a free citizen," Tyranion suggested with a smile.

Calabis lowered his head and thought for a while, then saw Poti and Little Pigeon behind him. Then he ran in front of Tyranion and asked loudly: "Scholar, what was your boxing skill just now?"

"Oh, that, that is a small study in my spare time. It is called Douquan. It is a combination of Greek boxing and ancient Thracian martial arts. I learned it when I was young on the island of Samite in Thrace. ”

"But didn't Centurion Hybrida often mock the Greeks for their lack of physical fitness and fighting spirit?" Calabis continued to ask strangely.

Tyranion curled his lips: "Maybe, maybe we think too much about philosophy. But Greeks are not weak. For example, I can wrestle, box and swim. This is also the cultivation of our Greeks. Several additional ways.”

"Then please teach me this kind of boxing!" Karabis shouted and begged.

The Greek scholar stopped and then laughed gently: "Calabis, based on your proficiency in language, I think it is best to learn rhetoric and logic. But you actually want to learn this basic skill, which is really disappointing. I was surprised." Then he helped the bowed Calabis up with one hand, "But it is always good to study. After meeting Luculas, the next day you come to a domed white building with a garden at the mouth of the river. Come to me there, the tuition is not less than a penny, it is fifteen drachmas a day. We are old friends, which is a good discount. Generally, the price for me to teach rhetoric starts at fifty drachmas a day."

Damn, fifteen heavy silver coins a day, then at least one or two thousand drachmas will be reimbursed after learning and becoming a teacher. But in a city full of whirlpools like Rome, as a commoner, you must learn first. It is a skill of self-preservation.

After a while, in the elm trees on Paladin Hill, the door of Luculas' house opened in a friendly manner. Calabis walked in front and respectfully guided the new master Tyranion in. The grape trellis in the front yard and the Beside the fountain, many freedmen who were protected by Luculas, as well as dignitaries in the city, were standing there. Kelly was handing out money one by one, and handed the money bag to Calabis. He said that the other party praised him with admiration. Next: “Well done on the Triumph!”

"Everyone, I, Marcus and Kelly, thank you for coming, and thank you even more for your assistance in the triumphal ceremony." In the arcade, Luculas, dressed in purple robes, stood beside his younger brother Marcus. Accompanied by his wife, he walked out, and then he stood there, not knowing what to say - after he resigned as consul, he became a member of the Senate, and his political career had reached its peak, or rather the end, and then He pinned the last hope and energy of his life on the war against Mithridates, hoping to be immortal in the history of the city of Rome. However, the result of this war cannot be said to be that he lost, but it cannot be said that he lost either. Victory, in the end, brought him only a vague judgment, a small triumph that was already equally vague.

History has left him behind.

Feeling lonely for a while, Luculas endured it, smiled, greeted with his hands, and said, "Today, all guests, please have fun at the banquet!"

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