Highbrida's wails grew louder and louder, and Calabis stood still looking at him, with his dagger in hand. At this moment, there was a sudden loud movement in a corner of the warehouse, and Calabis immediately crossed his short sword in front of his chest, bent on his waist, which was the "shelf kung fu" he had learned from the legionnaires, and slowly pressed in the direction of the sound source.

Over there, Hebrida was still on the phone, and Calabis said nonchalantly: "Stop, stop crying, there is a situation!" Then he slowly tiptoed on the thick cross-flowing corpse water, the tip of his sword gleaming slightly, and then another squeak of a rat in the corner frightened Calabis back down, leaning against the pillar of the warehouse, keeping a vigilant posture.

Now, by the faint light of the high, narrow window, Calabis could see clearly what was making the noise, or rather, it was barely a man, a child of four or five years old, like a filthy animal, with his dirty hair covering his face, and a chain around his neck, which reached into one of the wooden cages, which made a small hole in it, which allowed him to squeeze in and out, and the two adults in the cage, a man and a woman, who were supposed to be the parents of the children, had faces full of flies flying around, The corpse was already black and swollen, revealing Bai Sensen's bones, the child nested in the stinky water and wheat stalks, clutching a dirty half mouse in his hand, chewing the mouse's legs in his mouth, shaking and shaking, it seemed that this child was the only survivor of this group of slaves, and survived by hunting mice.

Seeing this scene, Calabis's hands were trembling and his throat was salty, and even though he had seen countless dead people during this time, the sight still made him feel resentment and pain. There was a sound of footsteps, and Calabis turned around, and saw that Hebrida had also noticed the child, and walked over with red eyes and a fierce look, and Calabis understood that Hebrida was going to do the only thing he would do after he was angry.

With a flash of the sword, Heblida instinctively stopped, jumped out of the killing circle, and then he couldn't believe his eyes, it was Calabis, holding the sword, facing himself, and his eyes were equally full of resentment.

"Get out of the way." Highburida warned.

"You just get out of the way of my brother, don't want to touch this child!" Calabis gripped the hilt of his sword and replied.

Highbrida raised her hands and smiled contemptuously, "Calabis, Calabis, do you know what to do with that thing in your hand?" In front of my brother, playing this thing? Well! Then he continued to make defiant gestures with his hands, and shouted to Calabis, "Come! Come on! ”

Calabis's palms were sweaty, and he and Hebrida paced back and forth slowly, but he still stabilized himself, kept his eyes in a straight line with the sword with all his might, and smiled, and said: "Don't worry, brother won't do it first, the legion's stabbing order says that the one who strikes later wins!" Or you come first, try if your sword is sharp enough, and Brother will kill you, or Brother will maim you and make you a wreck in the Legion, like Batitas. What, you're scared? ”

"Bastard, Calabis, you dare to rebel brother!" Highbrida reluctantly took two steps back and shouted, but because he didn't have a short sword in his hand, he could only temporarily retreat and continue to roar, "You have grown up in the triad, dare to resist brother!" ”

"Forever low-level Highbrid, aren't you just asking for money to send to your wife and children, why should we do this, you might as well talk about a condition." Calabis still clenched to the hilt of his sword, leaning against the pillar, but he was both soft and hard at Hybrid, "This child is your slave, I will buy it." ”

"You buy? Haha, do you buy? ”

"Fifty drachmas, is it enough!" Calabis made a sip, "It's just a child, and I'll give you two hundred cesdes, that's enough." If you're upset, I can throw him to you right now, and see what you can sell for in Bithynia. Also, sell Timosius's money immediately, brother, don't want it, it's all yours. ”

"Can you have fifty drachmas?"

"Don't talk nonsense, you think my brother will lie to you like this!"

Hebrida thought about it for a while, and felt that Calabis's conditions were okay, but he was still annoyed, because Calabis dared to resist and was annoyed, he said viciously: "One more, brother has been aggrieved enough this time, ask Potty to let brother for a night"

"Shut up! Potty is now my woman, if you dare to touch her hair, I will go back to the city of Rome and rape and kill your wife and all your daughters!" Calabis roared.

"You dare!" Before Hebrida could finish shouting, Calabis roared in a higher voice than him, and even his hair stood on end: "Then you fucking give it a try!" Let's see if my brother dare! ”

Then, the warehouse fell silent, and the two men looked at each other from a safe distance for a moment, and Hebrida shook her hand and held out five fingers at Calabis, "Don't forget, fifty drachmas." Then he turned around and walked slowly out of the warehouse.

At dusk, when the golden sun covered the waves of the Bithynian seashore, and the sea shone like a golden velvet satin, Calabis pulled a lame dirty child with a little gray dove in his hand, and looked down at it cooing, which Calabis had bought at the market for three drachmas, and slowly stepped on the soft sand, and walked towards Porti, who was waiting for him.

"That's what you bought from Highburida?" Potty crossed his waist and looked at the ugly child.

Calabis pressed the boy's head with his hand and patted him to Porty's side, "Well, his name is Paluma (pigeon), Paruma. Calabis, he will be part of our future family. ”

Potty took Paluma by the hand, and then said to Calabis, "Go and eat, and I'll ask the cook to add a small plate at once." ”

Two days later, when Luculas returned from a banquet at the banquet of the royal family of Pergamum, who nominally ruled Bithynia, Bithynia had been a vassal of Rome for seventy years, Kelly saw Paruma running around Calabis and reproached, "Huh? This is your adopted son, don't you know that the asylum recipient also needs the consent of the asylum to take in the adopted son? You uncultured. ”

"Don't blame Calabis, Kelly. I agreed. Lucuras, dressed in a purple robe, walked over, touched the head of the "little pigeon", and then asked about the shipment of goods, luggage, fresh water, and food on the "Apollo" in the lower Calabis, Calabis gave a detailed answer one by one, Lucuras nodded with satisfaction, and then stroked Calabis's back: "You are loyal, and it is inconvenient for you to be in my family after returning to Rome." I'll tell Kelly to turn you into a paid Publici, a lowly profession that is well suited to a freeman. ”