Many of the townspeople and the young men who followed Catiline (who seemed to be the sons of the nobility) raised their fists and shouted in support of Catiline, and then the one held up the torch in his hand: "Just let me be the consul of next year, and I promise - forgive you the heavy debts you have borrowed from the nouveau riche knights, and distribute to each of you a field of the newly conquered North Africa, Asia Minor, and Latin Confederation, and as for the slaves who follow me at will, they will all be freed, without looking at the face of your master—I repeat, Rome needs me." , we need more powerful characters, and we can't pin our hopes on those old aristocrats who only know how to talk about the skin all day long! In short, to support me Catiline is to support the salvation of yourselves! ”

These words set off the climax of the whole speech, and the people no longer cared about the triumphal rise of Lucuras just now, and they were obviously infected by Catiline's fanatical mood and generous conditions, and shouted wildly, and Calabis thought to himself that it seemed that this man named Catiline was running in public, but I was only here to play soy sauce, and I had no citizen vote in my hand, so I was ready to go home with my feet - before the triumph, Lucuras also told that tomorrow all the freedmen would come to his mansion in Rome to give money and give a banquet, And the whole family wants to say thank you.

It wasn't until Luculas turned to leave the square that he could still hear Catiline's roar faintly, and he thought to himself that this guy had come to the square to give a speech at the height of his popularity in the triumphal ceremony, and he really had some means. Forget it, forget it, these battles between the chairs in the circle are my business.

"Don't turn your back to me, who gave you the guts? The lowly freedmen, the newly freed slaves of Asia, all of you have poured into this city, and the citizens have lost their jobs and wealth, and you still want your cubs to acquire precious citizenship, which is simply unbearable! Suddenly, a young nobleman beside Catiline raised his fist and shouted at Calabis, and then the townspeople boiled, and they were suddenly filled with hatred for the black-haired Calabis, and all of a sudden, as if all the hunger and cold they had suffered were caused by Calabis, and this trick of inciting hostility was not uncommon. Perhaps, the purpose of the young nobleman's instigation was to make the citizens sacrifice the blood of Calabis in the square, so as to arouse their fanaticism even more.

The stones rained down, and the good man of Calabis did not suffer the loss in front of him, he took the strength of his feet that he had cultivated during his service in Xiaoya, and ran like the wind, and the stones were thrown behind him, and a large group of people chased after him, but Calabis only ran a distance of 1,000 Roman feet around the Jucochra Avenue, and these people were thrown down panting--the days of eating and waiting for death in the city and selling tickets to survive had worn down their resilience and strength as citizens.

The easy-to-use Calabis ran all the way to his apartment behind the temple of the goddess of war outside the city, when he saw Potty comforting Paruma in the living room, Paruma trembled with fear and had more bruises in the corners of his eyes.

"What's wrong with the little pigeon?" Calabis asked, taking a sip from the table.

"Roman kids in the front block beat him and laughed at his disability." Potty said with some shame.

Calabis's hand holding the cup trembled a little, but he suppressed the anger in his heart, and said with relief: "Tomorrow we will receive five hundred drachmas from Lucuras, and then we will move out of this apartment and live with a larger and more beautiful man." Then he decided that he could not leave it at that, and said that to-morrow our whole family would go to the Palatine Hill, the villa in Lucuras.

The next morning, Calabis wore a cloak, pulled the limping little Paruma, followed by Porti, slowly walked through the front block, saw a clothing store, and walked in, and sure enough, several teenage children, following them, squeezed their eyebrows, and shouted all kinds of insulting words about Paruma's disability, and the civilians around were laughing, as if they could have special fun in this kind of thing.

"The most expensive clothes you have here, how much does it cost?" Standing in front of the counter with a calm face, the salesman gave him a disdainful look and said, "I suggest you choose a mid-range one, which is only five dinars, which is just enough for you to work for three months." ”

"What's the matter with your eyes, aren't you a freeman yourself?" Calabis said, staring at the nameplate around the salesman's neck.

"The freedmen are also hierarchical, and I finally got this small store in the master's inheritance, but look at your legion cloak, you used to be a camp slave, right? It's great to be rewarded with an old piece of clothing by your master, so where are you now, prison or execution? The salesman sneered without smiling.

Calabis slowly discharged twenty drachmas, and said word by word, "Bring the most haode clothes, and you, kneel down and help my adopted son try them on." When the salesman saw a stack of owl silver coins, his mouth was a little crooked, and then he still said stubbornly, "Hehe, where did you get these twenty silver coins?"

"Shut up!" Calabis grabbed the other party's collar viciously, "Just you, a rat's shack with a radius of no more than ten Roman feet, my brother can take out a hundred drachmas and buy it here, my brother's patron is the triumphant general Lucuras, my brother has captured the crown of the king of barbarian kings on the battlefield, you kneel down for my brother now, and help my adopted son try on clothes, isn't it your duty to please your guests!" ”

After saying that, Calabis dragged the guy outside, and the guy rolled and crawled, and happened to kneel in front of Paruma, and a helper hurriedly stepped forward, handed him the clothes, and secretly persuaded: "Don't mess with such people, the free people have to look at the patron, a free man favored by Sulla back then, spent five hundred drachmas, and bought the most luxurious villa in the city of Rome, who would dare to go against Sulla?" ”

There were more and more people around the storefront, and the corners of the guy's mouth on the kneeling on the ground continued to twitch, rolling his eyes from time to time, looking at Calabis, and slowly helping Paruma put on a silk blouse, Paruma was not very agile when she was dressing, and then said embarrassedly: "Calabis, Porti" As a result, the bear children who had been following behind held their stomachs, imitated Paruma's posture, and laughed wildly.

When they saw Calabis coming forward and staring at them with a dead eye, they defiantly asked: "Why, is it true that a free man and his cub are going to commit violence against the citizens of Rome?" ”

A long scream of "ahhh Stealing three or four yellow-mouthed children from your parents' pockets every day, insulting a disabled child of another race, can make you a citizen!? Then he pushed so hard that the bear children rolled onto the dirt outside the storefront, and Calabis kicked the bear children with dust on his toes: "Your parents go every day to eat relief bread made of einkorn wheat from the boat at the mouth of the Typer; You boys, you can't even afford the bras of three drachmas; Your family is so poor that even the stove cracks, and you have to maintain decency and keep two old slaves, who are deaf and dumb; Every year, only when the army is triumphant, or when the consuls are elected, can you rely on the votes in your hands to exchange for three or five hundred cesnes! Look down on me, look down on my adopted son"