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The grand court of ancient Rome was a standard "convex" shape, which was a space composed of multiple layers of corridors, and the edge was a lounge, and the trial seat of the judge was at the top of the "convex" character, which ensured that the judge would not be blocked by the crowd of onlookers and obstruct the normal progress of judicial work.

At the entrance of the wide hall, behind the crowd, Carabis first saw a group of knights dressed as garlands, guided by the fascist servants' rods (the fascists in Rome were only allowed to have rods, not axes inside), and then Carabis saw Cicero with a scar on the bridge of his nose standing in front of the door, shaking hands with the group of knights one by one, but the crowd was so loud that he couldn't hear what they were saying.

"Is this the Afghan Appeals Panel?" Calabis deliberately questioned a few of the surrounding citizens, but he didn't seem to see the general representative, Galba.

A middle-aged citizen replied: "No, this is the Sicilian Appeal Team - the African ones are still to come, they have come here to prosecute the former governor Villes, Cicero has taken over the case, and we have a good look." It seems that the governors of the Roman provinces are all gourmet-level figures, and in all the provinces, they are holding the mentality of "it's over the fun", scraping the ground to death, and as a result, after leaving office, all the butts are followed by the local appeal team.

"Look, Willes is here!" There was a noise from the crowd, and Calabis also turned his head to look, a tall fat man, with orchid fingers, and the servant beside him pushed the crowd away violently, and then the fat man Willes saw Cicero who was thin and thin in front of the courtroom, smiled with a fat face, twisted and approached the other party, and shouted loudly: "Hillbilly in the small town of Alpino, do you know what the legal officer of today's court has to do with me?" ”

"Oh, Willes, I think the most important thing for the legal officers in there right now is that they have nothing to do with you." Cicero smiled and replied.

"We'll see!" Fat Willes said viciously.

"My dear Villers, I hope you have brought some calming medicine today, otherwise I am afraid you will not be able to hold on." Cicero was confident.

Unmoved, Villes glanced to the side, then slapped his face and shouted in surprise: "Crassus, you are here too, you are here at once, welcome me out without guilt - by the way, my hair is a little messy today, damn it, the slave hairstylists bought from Sicily are all dentures." Calabis, who was close to the door, saw that Crassus was also standing at the door with a smile, probably to watch the wrestling of the law **.

"Behave well, I'm neutral, I'm here to watch the wonderful confrontation on this trip, like other citizens." After Crassus finished speaking, he slowly sat down on the ornate sedan chair, and the shelter then blocked his face.

So Calabis squeezed behind Crassus, close to the water, but he did not care about the fate of Villes the Fat, and he was waiting for the next verdict, that of the Afrigian Appeals, the prosecution of Catiline.

After a while, to his surprise, there was no Cicero's proud eloquence in the courtroom, but there was silence, and soon a fascist came out, glanced at the crowd, and a group of people carried various boxes and boxes into the inner hall of the courtroom.

Cicero did not use eloquence this time, because he knew that most of the jurisprudence had dealings with Villeus, and that it would be futile to rely on eloquence to influence their position, so he resorted directly to the silent argument - the boxes and boxes, which should be full of evidence of Willes' corruption in Sicily - Cicero only had to lay them out neatly in front of the jury and let the evidence speak. Damn Villers, I would have warned him of this a long time ago. Crassus, who was in the sedan chair, whispered quickly with some annoyance, and Calabis also listened to it, and then before a moment the crowd was in an uproar, and he looked up, and saw that the fat man Willes, whose face was covered with wet sweat, had actually run out of the courtroom, panting.

Even Crassus couldn't sit still, he stood up and shouted at Villers, "You bastard, you dare to leave the court in the middle of the court!" ”

"It's okay, it's okay, anyway, I won this lawsuit, I applied to the legal officer, my hair is too uncomfortable, I want to go home and ask the hairstylist to cut it short and clean it." The fat man, because of his hairstyle, left the trial without permission because of his hairstyle, and it seems that he is really arrogant. Zuihou, even Crassus couldn't stop him, so everyone saw the fat man, surrounded by slaves, and hurried away

About an hour later, the fat man Willes, who had been greasy, turned into a refreshed fat man with broken hair, and returned to the courtroom in a calm and relaxed manner, and when he saw Crassus on the steps, he opened his arms and asked, "My dear friend, how about I have come here to hear the final verdict?" I'm acquitted, I've already set up a big banquet at home. ”

At this time, before Crassus could say anything, a court clerk, accompanied by the fascist observants, slowly walked out and began to pronounce the sentence to the crowd: "It is hereby decreed that the former Governor of Sicily, Villeus, is convicted of embezzlement, and ordered to return fifteen million stolen money, and imposed a fine of contempt of court - three million sesdes!" ”

The crowd immediately burst into loud applause and cheers, and Crassus hung his face and said to Villeus, who was standing below, "Cicero is victorious, you're finished"

"No, it can't be like this, I've given money beforehand! I gave a lot of money in advance! The crushed-haired fat man howled, and the slaves around him began to scurry, really looking for the herbs to calm their minds, "No, return fifteen million Sestrickes, my entire governorship's tenure, it is only 12 million, I still owe the debt I used to bribe the councillors, Crassus, Crassus, my dear friend, I, please!" ”

"I said, you're finished!" Crassus said impatiently, and made a gesture to tell the servant to lift the chariot and follow him away, but he still walked on foot, because the city of Rome ruled that only women and foreigners could sit in the chariot, and citizens were not allowed to sit in the chariot, regardless of their status, so he used it as a traveling seat.

"Crassus, save me, save me uh, uh, uh!" Calabis saw that the fat man Villes was suddenly speechless, and stood in place, his head and shoulders (he had no neck) flexing violently, and twitching up and down like a choked hen.

"He's having a heart attack!" It was Calabis who shouted out, ready to come forward to give the fat man artificial rescue, but it was too late, the fat man trembled for a while, then rolled his eyes, and fell to the ground on all fours, accompanied by the screams of the crowd. "Willes, Willes!" Crassus also shouted, and hurriedly asked the slave to carry the fat man to the sedan chair, rushed away from the crowd, and sent him to be rescued.

But it is estimated that most of them are hopeless.

"Cicero, Cicero, Cicero!" The knights of the Appeal Corps from Sicily, who lifted Cicero high and cheered his name, came out of the courtroom, and the citizens who had come to watch also shouted and greeted the court's fighter, "The next consul, Cicero!" The next consul, Cicero! ”