One hundred and ninety-three hundred-man regiments from the Roman districts and the Latin city-states voted in the "sheepfold", after nearly 100 days and nights of desperate struggle in the courts, squares, and voting fences. Today, the consul will finally be announced.

Once again, he took a seat in the tavern of Domuja, sat down face to face with the municipal secretary's Kaimais, and handed him the money bag of five hundred "owls"—this time Kaimais seemed to be unobtrusive, and he had already regarded Calabis as his best friend, and happily accepted the commission.

"Don't let our friendship be affected by this money." Calabis toasted him with a glass of Haode wine, "You deserve it, the proof of assets you provided has made me earn one and a half million cesses this time, and my Valin Warehouse is still continuing to account at the scale of two hundred thousand sedres a month, I can't wait for the election of the consuls next year, hehe." Kaimax, I also gave you a three-percent cut of the Valin store. Also, when, let my woman accompany your wife, rent a nice yacht, go to Baie and enjoy it, you can buy jewelry or something. ”

"Yes, yes, I think my wife would be more than happy to do so—by the way, I heard you want to be Julius. Lord Caesar's Sequestre? ”

"Yes, I have sent half a million Sesdeus to the Temple of Venus, hoping to alleviate the debts of His Excellency Caesar." At that time, private savings were generally sent to the temple, and Caesar undoubtedly had his "designated bank" being the Temple of Love.

"I will tell Your Excellency Caesar about your kindness! I believe that in five years, your adopted son will be a knight. Kaimaisi grabbed the corner of his clothes excitedly, feeling like his heart was about to jump out.

At this moment, the door creaked open, and the proprietress Domuwei came in with a shout, "Damn, the consuls have chosen my least favorite guy." "It seems that the results of the elections have finally been decided.

"Cicero? Otherwise, what else do you don't like besides him? Calabis guessed.

"Yes! For the next year, this guy will be presiding over Rome, the dry guy with the chickpea scar on his nose, he will definitely limit the city's handouts and entertainment, and I can't wait for next year's consul election - how I wish it was Catiline who was elected this time. Domuki continued to shout, and then bent down, drooping her fat white breasts, and poured wine into the clay urn.

"Catiline lost? That consul was Neruda? Calabis asked.

"Yes, the 'Savage' defeated Catiline by only three hundred-member votes, thanks to the fact that this guy has a prominent father, and Catiline does not, poor thing."

In the newly completed Colosseum, three hundred and twenty pairs of sword-fighting slaves were fighting to the death with harpoons, daggers and meteor hammers, so that tens of thousands of Romans who came to watch the feast of death were fascinated, they learned this barbaric sport from the Etrunians, the predecessors of their city-state civilization, and once they had completed their studies, they specially ironed the genes of violence and abuse that this people and children born, and gladiator schools were established everywhere, and now the most famous Capua gladiators are leading the performances. When the muscular men jumped out of the ox cart and walked into the Colosseum, the lower bodies of the Roman ladies were all moistened by the bloodthirsty cheers, and they also longed to moan under the "short swords" of these sword fighting slaves and enjoy the cycle of bliss like death.

Several seventeen-year-old death row inmates who had just been released from the death row prison to fight, their throats, shoulders, and internal organs were cut to pieces, and when they died, they brought Zuihou devotion to the citizens of Rome, and the blood hissed into the sand under the Colosseum.

Then there was a wild cheer, and the two tigers of the Sea of Helkala roared and were pulled up by the chains.

"Your Excellency, these two tigers were donated to you by Calabis." On the seat, Kaimais smiled and reminded Julius, who was sitting next to him. Caesar.

"Kaimez, the high priest Pius has died, I think you should know about it, I am going to run for the next high priest, the money from Calabis has helped me a lot—I'm not ungrateful, the knights' apartments in the city of Rome are about to be converted into hot tubs with hot water pipes on the roof, which is a blessing that I brought to the citizens before I stepped down as a city magistrate—tell Calabis that this huge project will be contracted to him, Kaimes, you go and run it, the other three mayors, I will negotiate." Caesar said, raising his hand to salute the enthusiastic sword slave and the audience.

"Why, Gaius, don't forget, you can pay your debts, and the fifty Tallents I gave out, and the thirty Tallents of Lucuras, how can you only think about the dozen Tallents of that rookie named Calabis that are not worth a gift." Crassus, who was sitting next to him, sneered twice and said dissatisfiedly.

"My dear friend, my concern is not about debts, but about how to pay them back. Your debt to the tuna is 'too difficult to repay', and if I become a high priest this time, I will have to help you falsify in divination." Caesar frowned and said distressedly.

"Each other, each other." Crassus was very indifferent, "Recently, because of Cicero's guy, Willes was not only ruined, but also died of illness, and I also lost a lot of money. Gaius, I hope you will be alert when you take office, otherwise I will not be able to protect you when the time comes. ”

The crow's feet in the corners of Caesar's eyes extended with a smile, and he pressed Crassus' hand and said please rest assured, Crassus retracted his hand with some disgust, and said, "Gaius, according to the slave girl in my family, you have been haunting my new wife's boudoir frequently at night lately"

In the early morning in Subura, in the mansion of Julius, the family of the descendants of the noblest goddess Venus now looks particularly bleak and desolate. Yes, since Rome entered the era of the Republic, this family has lost its glory, although it is still the most noble family in the eyes of the Romans, but the difficulty of supporting such a court is beyond the imagination of ordinary commoners, and Caesar's family lives a peculiar life that only the aristocracy can enjoy: a period of wanton profligacy, jewelry dealers, fresh fish dealers between the doors, and the house slaves all eat with red faces; But it was not long before there was a time when the brazier could not be lit at home, because there was no money, and the servants sat opposite each other, so hungry that the water was rising, and the smoke was lonely.

Before, Caesar's aunt married Marius, who was born as a knight, no matter what the reason is, at least Marius's family's good money savings are one of the most important ones.

Caesar, dressed in a purple Phoenician robe borrowed from Lucuras, paced quietly down the corridor of the foyer of his home, stretching out his fingers and touching the rows of wax busts of his ancestors on the stand, like a farmer caressing a heavy ear of wheat.