"He has superhuman courage, dares to take risks, and is able to maintain calm and sound judgment even in critical situations." - Livy on the Carthaginian general Hannibal

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Worse still, the apartment had no windows at all, which was a common occurrence in the city of Rome, for fear that tenants would climb through the windows at night and run out of rent.

Calabis immediately made a decision, rushed out first, he saw that the whole ground floor was full of people with torches, some people were walking up the stairs, he held down the railing of the stairs, and jumped from the second floor to the ground floor with his head covered, and after causing chaos, he sprinted out. "No matter where these people are, Langis is dead after all, and Catirin can't hold on to me!" Then, like a dolphin, he jumped into the dark Tiber River.

Calabis, who had trained to swim with Tyrannan, easily waded to a secluded river beach on the other side, shook off the fellows, took off his wet cloak and sandals, stuffed them into a bush, and walked slowly back to his apartment on Jucola Street in his shirt and barefoot, because the weather was hot, and by the time he got home, his clothes and hair were dry.

After touching the door, he gently hung the bronze key of Langis on the back of his shrine, Potty and Paruma seemed to have been asleep for a long time, and when he walked to the terrace to rest, his mood began to lighten, because Langis died, and a sense of happiness rose that no one knew the secret anymore, and he also faintly regretted that Weishenme would spread this troubled water, but the world was also unpredictable: he was short of money, and could not handle the construction of the Wallin apartment, so he had to kill the African knight Garba for money, and only to see Van Lunjuna, he messed things up, but he also received a gift from Garba 100,000 Sesces, completed the Valin project, and made a lot of money, but now he offended Catiline again, even if Langis died inexplicably, this beam can be regarded as the end.

On the terrace, under the light of the moon, Calabis flicked his short hair, which was still a little wet, with his hand, and suddenly thought to himself: "Well, kill Catiline too!" ”

Catiline, it is Cicero who is now incompatible, and it is said that he is forming a party and rebelling, Cicero has also been advocating severe punishment of Catiline, but there is no direct evidence.

Perhaps, I can give Cicero a little haode gift

The next morning, the bridges of the Tiber River were filled with wet mist, and there were dull thunders in the distance, and the weather of the past few days predicted a major thunderstorm, and the political air of the city of Rome was also the same. Just as Calabis had predicted, the so-called "land and immigration bill" proposed by the Catiline's party member, the civilian tribune Julus, was aborted by unanimous opposition from the Senate down to the poor.

Catiline, surrounded by creditors who claim debts, became more and more manic and radical, and even in his speeches, he no longer cared about political credibility, but boasted that he was saddled with a debt of several hundred Talents, and shouted to the veterans and the poor: "Now we are all the same, in debt, and all our children will be sold into slavery, let us fight for our lives!" Fanatics swarmed around him, the marches became more violent, and robberies and flogging in the streets were commonplace.

"As long as I am elected as the next consul, I promise to enact a new bill at once to abolish all debts of the nobles and commoners." This was Catiline's new campaign idea, and it really attracted a lot of people, even many of the senators, whose extravagant life had left them in debt, and naturally hoped that with the help of some kind of hurricane political "innovation", all the unpleasantness would be erased. As for the veterans, paupers, and slaves who followed Catiline, they were angry at the increasingly hard work and life they had, believing that all the mistakes were corrupting the degenerate Roman politics, that affluence was a sin, and that it was time to reshuffle the cards: the proclamation of public enemies, lynchings, confiscation of property, and so on.

Cicero's speeches, too, reverberated in the Senate, and there was only one nucleus: Catiline was becoming more and more dangerous, he was plotting to subvert the country of the aristocratic republic, he mingled with the most radical and violent people, and he had to be executed or expelled.

Compared with the quiet and peaceful of the previous six months, the partisanship, the chaos and the rumors are rife, and the state of the city of Rome is now like a huge potter's wheel that is spinning rapidly, and it is even worse than the consulship election six months ago.

"It's not safe in the city, it's quieter here than in Apilon, fifteen romans. Pope and Milou still have some unfinished projects, and will often come to the villa to keep in touch with them at any time. After I sorted out the accounts, I quit my job with the Stove Temple, and I will come to you in three days. At the head of the bridge, Calabis put a horsetail on the mule and horse pulling the cart, and after a few words of advice to the groom, he said to Porti, who was sitting on the cart, and to Paruma, who was holding the pigeon cage.

"Don't worry, Calabis, I'll take care of it." Van Lun Lin, who was next to the car, replied that she had just cut her pale yellow hair short, like a heroic boy. Now that she and Paruma were no longer able to continue their studies, most of her classmates had taken to the streets, and it was said that a noble boy had been beaten to death with a stick by his father in the back garden of his home because he insisted on following Catiline's political views.

"I'd rather you die." It was the only thing his father said as he looked at the fleshy corpses in a pool of blood.

Calabis smiled and patted Van Lunjuna's head, then looked at Paruma, who was leaning on the wheel, and the little one stared at his adoptive father, and said, "I will protect Potty, and if I really can't stop the bad guys, I will kill her, and then kill myself." ”

Listening to his adopted son's lame Latin, Calabis didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Potty smiled and gave him a small wooden statue, stretching his palm, a fat doll holding Pan Shen's hooves, and he looked cute, "Leo and I will be safe, this guy has been kicking me in the stomach all day, he must be a natural legionnaire." Keep it safe, and the gods of the house will protect us. ”

After seeing the mule cart sparkle and disappear into the fog on the bridge, Calabis made his way back to his apartment on Jucora Street, where he saw a young blond slave with a nameplate.

"My lord Crassus, I will feast you at his mansion at night, and I will be sure to invite you to enjoy it."

Hearing this news, Calabis had a big wonder in his heart, what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of Crassus, who was very arrogant before?

But he decided to take a look at the situation, and everything that was going on in the city of Rome now had to do with Catiline and Cicero.