"This guy dares to resist me in the face of my fascist punishment with a rod, Civilian Protector Jourus! There was no one in the city of Rome who dared to harm the tribune, and today he paid with his life for flouting the power of the tribune. The tribune named Rulus, with a bruise on his face, stood on the pulpit in the midst of the crowd and screamed, "I declare that his family must at once hand over the ill-gotten gains of thirty thousand cesdes, plundered from us, or we will insult and destroy this fellow's body, and throw the wreckage into the Typer!" ”

Seeing this scene, Calabis's heart gradually twisted, and he decided to go to Apilon first, and now, stay with his family, protect them, and put aside the matter of Langis's key for the time being.

At this moment, Catilin's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Today, I seem to have seen the wife of an alien freeman, and her adopted son, going in the direction of Apilon, and the groom's jishu was very clumsy, and he got stuck in a ditch by the side of the road, and it took a great deal of effort to lift the car out—may the child in the woman's womb be well." By the way, because the moisture in the early morning is too much, I hope I am not mistaken, may I ask, is that your family in Calabis? ”

"I warn you again, don't be against my family, or I swear, you'll die an ugly death." Calabis turned to Catiline, who was standing behind him.

At this time, Catiline's followers, numbering in the hundreds, came from all the corners of the street and blocked Calabis inside, and Catiline smiled and said: "Oh, Calabis, you have misunderstood me, I told you that everything I do is for the good of the city, and that I am a good and upright nobleman, and I will not kill people in the city of Rome—oh, unless, like that fellow, dare to offend the tribune." But I also have a hard time, and some of my followers, in Capua, in the fortress of Pretius, may be heading towards Apilon—I can't control their emotions, just as I couldn't control the tribune Jurus. ”

Slowly, Calabis drew his sword and pointed at Catiline, the whole small square was filled with flying sand, whirlwinds coming and going, and the clamor of crowds on all sides, his mind was blank, and his chest and abdomen ached with remorse.

"Your prostitute wife, now that her belly has been dissected, you and the born to her will still be bloodied in the streets, untouchable!"

"Their bodies will be hung together on the aqueduct in Apilon."

"Beat him to death, use a bundle of rods, and throw the body directly into the Tiber River."

There are such shouts everywhere.

"Who dare." Calabis yelled, and then he jerked out a bunch of keys, "You must have been the one who came to Claudius' apartment to find Langis that day." Now his key, with me, Catiline, your secrets, I already know them all! "Zuihou's sentence is obviously Calabis nonsense.

Catilin was a little uneasy, but he quickly calmed down and continued to laugh, saying, "Do you want to use this thing to save your family's life?" Tsk"

"Don't be verbose! It's all in the Temple of Juno, and I'll give them to Cicero, and you talk to him completely. ”

"You can't run away, it's all my people here, and if you give an order, they'll tear you to shreds! Listen to me now, hand over the keys, and you still have a chance to live. Catirin grabbed his collar with both hands, his neck bloodied red, and threatened.

On the other side of the block, from the high priest's residence, who had finished his official duties, and several priests, seeing the bloody scene here, they came over, and then standing on a small altar in a block, they saw the walled Calabis, this little clerk had been immersed in Roman "street performance art" for many years, and saw the corpse hanging on the racecourse, and immediately understood everything, so he pushed a priest back and said, "Go and call someone, Cicero, Cato the Younger, or anyone else!" ”

But Catiline had lost his patience, and he howled, "What are you waiting for with your bundle rod, Rulus!? ”

With his cry, a blue-purple lightning bolt split the inky black clouds, intertwined several times on the roofs of several buildings, with a roar, and in the screams of the people in the small square, fell on the roof of the racecourse, and smashed a cloud of sparks, and the body of the freedman was wrapped in electricity, with the broken wrought iron roof support, "boom", and fell hard, and happened to hit the high podium, and smashed into the beam of rods that shattered from his head, with flames and blood, Sprinkled everywhere.

At this moment, even the onlookers and the priests trembled, and the followers of Catiline lay on the ground, not daring to raise their eyes, and Kaimeth faced the strong wind, and shouted in a hurry, "The judgment of Jupiter is the judgment of Jupiter!" Quick, everyone, build a tomb for lightning and appease the wrath of the god of Rome. ”

Several priests understood, and hurriedly ran to the place where the lightning fell, raised their hands and shouted a strange incantation, and everyone did not dare to slack off, and went to look for bricks and wood, and to follow the priest's instructions to build a "lightning tomb".

The Romans, who were extremely superstitious, were especially afraid of the thunder and lightning in the sky, believing that it was Jupiter's punishment, and that once it fell, those who were struck and killed had to be buried on the spot, and immediately piled bricks and blocks of wood on it and around it, and even if it was a tree, they could not pluck the fruit from it, and they could not use it to make wine or jam, let alone worship the gods, and they had to fence it with wire, and refused to touch it again—these were called "lightning graves".

Everyone ran to the smashed pulpit, and found it smashed into a terrible puddle of blood, and the splinters of limbs, black iron, and pieces of clothing smoked together, and the tribune Julus, the wrought iron taken down by the freedmen's corpse, was split in two, and the upper half of his body was charred and blackened, and he writhed slightly, and seemed to breathe and groan, until the bricks rained down and piled on top of his head, and there was no more sound.

"Bastard, Calabis!" Catiline, who came to his senses, roared when he saw Calabis fleeing like the wind, and then he pushed the people around him and told them to chase and kill the alien, but Calabis turned a few times in the alley as if he had a map of the city of Rome in his head, and then he left all the people behind, and disappeared in a series of lightning bolts.

Catiline raised his fist in anger and looked towards the altar over there, where Kaimeth had already slipped away, and then the two followers ran towards him with panicked expressions, "Cicero is coming here. ”

"Let's go first." Catiline gestured hatefully, and then retreated to the other side of the bridge under the protection of a group of men.

In front of Timothy's big clinic, the corridor was full of wounded patients, these were the victims of a new round of rolling on the streets of Rome in the past month or two, and they were also Timosius's financiers, and the cost of his surgery had risen to three hundred dinars of silver per game, even those Tianzhu guys needed two hundred silver coins to make the call.

A Tianzhu guy saw the evil star named Calabis standing in front of the porch, carrying a fighting sword, and said to him, "Call Timothy to come out, quickly"