Because there is something to do at night, there are two chapters at a time, I hope you will recommend it a lot, thank you!

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All the Cretans were liars - the ancient Greek sage and reformer Solon

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"No, Calabis, what have you changed lately, your body is so strong, I can't bear your violence," Potty's head lowered in a dying state, but she quickly exclaimed again, and her whole body was tossed by Calabis directly in mid-air with her hands, her body was rested on the shutter sill, her legs were lifted, and she was suspended in mid-air, and she continued to be brutally stabbed in front of Carabis.

Potty laughed deliciously, sweating all over, grabbed a ball of flour and honey "Massa" from the plate on the stove, put it in his mouth, and then gnawed together with Calabis's lips, the two mouths sometimes fiercely clashed, sometimes pulling Massa's dough apart, and finally Calabis tightened his hips, stretched like a spiral press, and hit Potty's carcass with a dozen blows in a row, and the two were entangled together, grinding their ears and temples, adjusting their breathing after the dying turn.

"At supper, Kelly came, and he conveyed the word of the Lord of Patrons, telling you to go to Plema at the Saturnalia feast to be in charge of the guests." On the floor, Potty, naked and fiery in his body, leaned sideways to feed "Massa" of Calabis, and said: "Milou and Pope have also been here in the afternoon, and have told us that our little villa in Apilon, about three or four market days after the festival, will be completed." ”

"Paruma's school, have you landed some?" Calabis asked, swallowing the sweet, fluffy massa.

"It's just asking for money, and besides, you have told Tyrangnon before, that every market day the little pigeon goes with Van Lunjuna to study with a well-known governess whom Tyranion knows, and goes to rest for a day, and goes in the evening, and comes back in the morning, twenty drachmas at a time, and no silver dinar is allowed."

Calabis gently hugged Potty and stroked, "It seems that we made the right choice to come to the city of Rome in the first place. ”

"No, Calabis, I am still afraid, yes, the city is full of incomparable wealth and opportunity, but it is also full of dangers, and today I went to the vegetable market and was almost chased by a group of followers called Catiline, who shouted and carried sticks and stones, and told us alien freedmen to get out of the city of Rome." Potty's body trembled a little when he said this, and he didn't know if it was because he was cold or scared.

"Don't be afraid," said Calabis, "at least we will have a villa soon, and that Catiline is only to stir up the people for the election of consul, and when the dust settles on the candidates, life will be much more peaceful." If you are not at ease, stay in the villa of Apilon, and I will stay in this apartment, trying to run his trust company on behalf of the patron. With that, he took a blanket and put it over Potty's body.

Hearing the man's words, Porti nodded meekly and said to Calabis, in short, to be religious, and not forget to thank the family god, and then the two of them looked up at the dim candle-lit shrine opposite, and both laughed - Paruma in the bedroom snorted twice, and Potty hurriedly got up, dressed up, and went to look after the child.

"Oh, welcome, my Calabis. Marcos, you see, how heroic this spirited young man was in his silk robe. On the morning of Saturnalia, Lucuras, dressed in purple robes, stood early in front of the porch of the villa, and together with his brother Marcus, came to greet the freedmen and distinguished guests who had come to help, and when Calabis, dressed in a piping silk coat, stood before the brothers, they immediately attracted their unanimous praise.

"I ask you, didn't Paruma come, your adopted son." Marcos descended the stairs, eagerly took Calabis's hand, and asked.

Calabis smiled and said, "I'm sorry, but the little pigeon has a strict course today, and even Saturnalia is not allowed to participate in the banquet. But this kid has always wanted to come and see your crocodile, Marcos. This made Marcus laugh, and he sat down with Calabis by the fountain and talked about the experience of raising fish.

Lucuras on one side smiled and watched his brother talk happily with Calabis, in fact, he called Calabis not to be a guest, but so that Marcos would not be left out at the banquet, because the rest of Rome was not as gentle and patient as Calabis.

“Piscinarii！” Then a tall, thin man in a loose robe shouted this, and walked in, and called out to his master, who had a striking scar on his nose, with a kind of weak arrogance, and was accompanied by the little Cato who had been stubborn to the end at the age of four (Calabis had seen him and the Crassus in Campegna).

"Oh, dear Cicero, Cato." Lucuras enthusiastically walked down, kissed and hugged the two, and then said to the tall and thin Cicero, "What does Piscinarii mean, my master of language, I want you to use a haode word on me." ”

"The meaning of the fish maniac, my new word, to describe you." Cicero said with a proud smile and a cocking of his neck.

"That's not too much of a haode word." Lucuras was a little embarrassed, everyone knew that Cicero was the most famous lexicon in the whole city of Rome, and the new word he coined was later the common language among the commoners and nobles, and he didn't want future generations to mention himself and use "fish maniac" as an impression.

Cicero didn't back down at all, but talked about it: "What is haode?" I really don't know, my beloved General Triumph, your villa? Your fish pond? Or your lavish banquet? Or is it the nonchalant look you have when you spend a lot of money? Oh, for example, at the banquet tonight, where all the dignitaries and careerists come, like the fish that smells delicious food in the sea, and everyone touches down the stained glass glasses and takes off their robes by the light, and all the propriety and shame are gone—profligacy, flirtation, intrigue, promiscuity, and it is in this long night feast that the city of Rome is corrupted. ”

Cicero was impassioned, Cato Jr. and Lucuras kept their smiles kind, and even listening to Cicero's anger in Rome was a pleasure to watch the speech.

"Perhaps, I really should fully support you in electing the Archon for the next year, even though you are only from a knightly family from a foreign country." Zuihou, Lucuras takes Cicero's hand and invites him into the dining room.

Cicero's tone softened, "Oh - I actually spend my time in my yard punching and jogging, and I maintain the traditional Roman habit of not making myself a gourmand at dinner, I restrain my appetite." Hopefully, soon, your cook will take special care of me. ”