"Go back, Etruña and Fesule, because there are too many dead people and feces, there is an outbreak of plague and it must be locked down." A centurion on the sentry said to the representative of the merchant group with a blank face.

"But," the representative was not angry, ready to say something.

"Get out of here!" But the centurion was impatient, and patted the hilt of the sword viciously, saying that he did not want to say anything more, and that he would talk to it if he pleased it any more.

And in the corner of the military market in Fesulé, in the open field in front of the temple, several military slaves have erected large wooden signs, Calabis and several people sit on the long table in front, in front of which hang a special bronze medal, because of the pre-agreement and specially let in, freemen, or knights, are in full swing to bid for various industries, Habaruka is on the papyrus next to it quickly recorded, transcribed, and calculated, this little fellow is worthy of the descendants of the Phoenicians, and has a very set of commercial books, The Phoenician shorthand method used is fast and precise.

At this rate, Calabis quickly sold off the pre-arranged jihua, the grange, the property, and other things, and stamped the seal of the Legion Committee on each of the papers.

This seal, under the condition of ensuring that the head and brain of the legion have a generous commission, is given carte blanche to use it for two to three days, and Neruda and these people all pretend not to know, because soldiers don't like long-term business, they only need hot money, and the hotter the better, so every transaction is completed, and Carabis and they immediately have to hand over ten percent of the commission, living cash, to this group of warriors.

Even so. Or make a lot of money. Etrunia's original thousands of resettlement veterans. Including the indigenous people, in this civil war, their lives, families and property were all wiped out, which is the price of their involvement with Catiline. At the auction, all the ownerless properties were cheap, a medium-sized well-equipped farmstead with a price of only seven hundred to one thousand dinars, and two hundred dinars for a pond. A house with a yard may cost only 50 dinars, and even a fully equipped essential oil workshop will only fetch 1,300 dinars. It is very cost-effective to buy at a lower price, or buy a property, or sell it at a high price. At the end of the day, Habaruka is still tirelessly writing on the scroll!

It wasn't until the third day, when less than a quarter of the ownerless property remained, that the wooden fence on the Etrunian border was attacked by other angry merchants. There are signs that you can't hold on, these shrewd businessmen. As if vaguely aware of the dirty dealings inside, they also hired a large number of hooligans and ruffians to openly clash with the legionnaires, and many began to climb over the fence in desperation.

"This is a terrible commotion that needs to be resolved as soon as possible." Claudius shouted to Calabis as he stood behind the wooden fence, his helmet flying insults and throwing garbage.

"Array, beat them back."

Claudius shouted, "You're crazy, this is a merchant group, not an enemy army." ”

"Then let go of a path and let these people in." Calabis spat and called the soldiers around him, quickly set up a military market platform, and then stood on it, shouting, "I am the scale officer in charge of the quartermaster, there is still a residual epidemic in the city, you can't go any further, if you have anything to trade and auction, it will be solved here, and I will be in charge here." ”

The merchant groups and men, like death squads fighting bravely, poured in through the gap in the blockade line, surrounded the military market platform of Calabis, and shouted at Etruña as they cursed and asked what properties Etruña had to be auctioned.

"I have four mines, and seventeen ironsmith workshops, all well equipped to produce swords, armor, and farm tools of fine quality, better than the products of the Celts. Everyone must understand that Etrunia's most precious specialty is this black 'gold'. After the introduction of Calabis, he quickly opened up.

"You're still crazy, completely crazy, I remember these things, you said before, they were all Crassus booked haode, you dare to sell his things?" Claudius took Calabis's arm and whispered.

"What can I do? These people are all squeezing in, and they can't stop it. With an aggrieved expression on his face, Calabis kept throwing the contract and the money bag into the big box, "You have to believe that Crassus, as a dignified inspector, has a way to solve this situation." ”

Zuihou, the gang of the legion still got away with the matter - when the overseer appointed by Cato the Younger came to Etrunia in indignant, saw such a bad situation, went around in circles, and went back without saying a word, and demanded that the people involved be prosecuted for the crime of corruption and fraud.

Neruda and Metra hiccuped and put the blame on Claudius, who took a sip of wine and shifted the blame to Calabis, who took a bite of Massa pastry, only to find that there was no unlucky person for him to shirk the blame. As a result, Calabis was ordered by two token officials to temporarily take off his military uniform and return to the court of Rome to stand trial.

"Huh?"

What's going on? Little Cato is making such a big deal this time, and wants to play my little role, on the way back to Rome, Calabis always wondered, "Oh, I'm afraid my woman Porti is going to give birth, it's really fatal, I have to get out of this lawsuit as soon as possible." ”

When he stood in front of the grand courtroom, he not only saw a group of expressionless judges and judges, but also little Cato and Cicero were present to observe!

This battle is also too big.

"Can I get out of this lawsuit?" That's what is on the mind of Calabis right now.

"Your name is Calabis, isn't it? A former freedman, a freedman, and now serving in the Legion? The Chief Legal Officer was the first to ask the question, condescendingly.

"Yes, Rongyu, I am still the hero of this battle, your Excellency, it was I who snatched the Cimbri Eagle Banner from the Catiline army." As soon as Calabis said this, the jury and the audience were in an uproar.

Cicero sneered, and then said something to little Cato, and Tyro, Cicero's slave next to him, quickly recorded the words of the two and handed them to the lawyer.

"Yes, you're a combat hero, but you're also a greedy wealth collector and a broker. When you infiltrated the Legion, you were instructed by Crassus and Caesar to work for your own personal gain in the war. The judicial officer's questioning immediately made Calabis understand in his heart, but he remained silent, spreading his hands hoping to see relevant evidence.

Cicero, who could not hold back for a moment, actually stood up excitedly regardless of the identity of the consul, beckoned the relevant people to wait in, and listed the evidence in front of Calabis, and then Cicero's barrage of accountability began: "Now that you have naturalized the Roman city-state, you should be honest, which is the basic virtue of any citizen—now, sweep up your hair, and show it to all who are present, Calabis?" (To be continued......)