"Opric, a down-and-out Gallic sword-fighting slave, now runs a down-and-out gladiator regiment." The big man took off his helmet, and replied angrily, his head full of blonde hair, and his nose and mouth were completely twisted together because of the sword wound, and then Calabis heard the applause of Paruma and Van Lunjuna in amazement and admiration, and it was obvious that this Opric was the hero Hercules in their hearts.

"When you meet me, you won't be down-down—which gladiator school is the most beautiful in the New Colosseum in Rome right now?"

"Dear gold lord, I think it must be from Capua." Opric said, his mouth tugging at the movements.

"Then I will take over the management of your regiment, overturn the one in Capua, and let you make a name for yourself in the city of Rome." Calabis then said to Pope, "Dear technician, remember what I said to you."

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

"Yes, you can help our gladiatorial heroes, design the style, just follow the style of the Gallic warriors, well, for example, this rustic Samonai helmet is not needed, we can design a helmet with a pull point, with feathers as colorful as blooming flowers, and a breathable pig's mouth style in the front" Calabis's design fetish has come up again.

"No, I'll design a durable and sturdy outfit for Opric." Pope hurriedly interrupted Calabis.

When it was arranged, Calabis took Poti and kissed her lightly, and then said, "Your feast is not over, so revel here as you please—Timosius, Maya, Milou, Tagus, etc., and oh, my new friend Opric, I will now go back to the city, and ask Domux to arrange for some wonderful and beautiful cooks and slave girls, and I have some small business to attend to." ”

"Calabis, maybe you need some guards." Milou cautiously suggested.

"No, Catiline must be at the Temple of Juno with all his followers now, and I'm going to the Temple of Mercury." Calabis waved his hand and left the courtyard briskly.

The Temple of Mercury, and the Temple of Juno, are half a city apart, which is why Calabis pits Catirin. Now, stepping on a puddle of rain, Calabis crossed the turbid Tiber on the bridge deck, and hurried toward the Temple of Mercury.

Mercury, which is also a semi-new building, was renovated at the expense of both Sulla and Crassus, especially Crassus, who took the opportunity of renovating the place to hold a feast of a hundred tables, entertain the citizens, and distribute five hundred Cesses of money each. Calabis shook the key to the priest, the other party took it, pressed it on the mold to check it, nodded, and led Calabis to the end of the corridor, an iron cabinet welded on the ground, after opening it, Calabis looked inside, it was indeed worth 300,000 gold and silver nuggets, but he shook his head: this money alone is not enough to make Catiline so panicked, there must be a shocking secret.

He gave the little key to the priest, and when the priest had made another investigation, he opened a small alcove, from which Calabis took out a small amber tablet, on which lines of writing were carved with a knife dipped in charcoal ink, and—and various forms of seals

A casual glance at it made Calabis's whole body tremble.

When the priest next to him saw his appearance, he was also about to come over, and Calabis immediately put away the amber plate, and said to the priest, "I am entrusted by my dear friend, the deceased knight of Langis, to donate the full amount of his inheritance of 300,000 Sesdeus to your temple. When he heard this, the priest's mouth opened wide and he was so excited that Calabis immediately handed the bronze key to the priest and told him to hold it tightly.

"However, Langis did not have a will here." The priest was still questioning.

"This amber board is his will - I beg your pardon, my dear friend died so suddenly, I have to confirm it with his relatives." Calabis said as he ran down the steps of the temple.

The High Priest's Mansion on Jucola Street, where Calabis was standing, and Kaimaith hurriedly came to greet him, and the two hugged and kissed cordially, and Kaimaith asked Calabis and his family if they were okay, "Thanks to you, you can do me a great favor." Calabis pressed to his ear in gratitude.

Kaimez was also very happy, feeling that the big stone in his heart had landed, and he was proud to be able to help the noble Calabis, of course, he hoped that Calabis could provide greater energy support for the political career of his idol Caesar.

"Julius. Is Caesar absent? ”

"You are very lucky, because today the hundred-man team of debt collectors went to his house, and he managed to jump to the official residence." Kaimais led Calabis to the inner hall of the residence.

The High Priest's Residence was the most prestigious place in all of Rome, all marble, and it was both public and private—Caesar's wife and mother could live here, the inner hall was full of living facilities, and Caesar was sitting on a circle chair with a sad face, and of course he smiled pleasantly at the sight of Calabis, and he did not want his Sequestre to lose faith in him.

Then Calabis saw that sitting on the circle chair over there was Crassus, who had the same calm face.

Ever since he had seen the amber board just now, Calabis understood everything, he understood that Caesar Weishenme was depressed, and he understood that Crassus Weishenme was also here - the Senate had just held a rally, and Cicero was again aggressive, saying that the mob under the support of Catiline had begun to lay siege to the fortress outside Rome, which was already an act of treason, and when the senator raised objections, he was immediately attacked by Cicero with a skinless violent, and this time Cato the Younger was also on Cicero's side.

So Calabis almost single-handedly went straight in, and he directly gave the amber plate to Caesar. Of course, Caesar and Crassus's reaction was also expected by him, first trembling, then surprised, "Calabis, how did you get this thing?" Crassus asked first.

"Since the last banquet, I was commissioned by Your Excellency, and I took a lot of effort to get it." Calabis laughed and said vaguely.

"What about the Langis?"

"Dead." Calabis said.

Crassus placed the amber plate on the table, and slowly, as if it weighed a thousand pounds, Caesar looked at it again, and said to Calabis, "The patron of the tuna, my Sequestre, you must swear - this is the only one, and it is the way it is when you first found it." ”

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

"What do you need in return!" Crassus, who was over there, asked impatiently before Calabis's oath was finished.

Half a day later, it was still a thunderous noon, and in the sultry air, at the door of Crassus's courtyard, Catirin and a few of his followers retreated like ashes. It was over, if not completely, half of it, for Cicero began to use a roundabout tactic, and instead of nagging about his treason, he claimed that it was the will of the gods and asked for the election of the consuls to be postponed, citing the continuous thunderstorms, earthquakes, and flooding of the rivers during these times

It's Cicero's trick! It must be known that Takatilin is now heavily in debt, and the further the election period goes, the more unfavorable it is for him, and the more he has to take risks.

In desperation, he found Crassus again, who lived in the depths, everyone knew that he was the richest character in this shijie, and it was he who cleared the debt for himself after losing the last election, but this time, who thought that Crassus's attitude was extremely cold, and he avoided it directly, let alone financial support.

"It seems that our reformers, the heroes of the people, have eaten behind closed doors." Just as Catiline stood still, in the alley next to the door, he turned out of Calabis, followed by several veterans and gladiators, with mocking countenances and tones, to Catiline.