Because I have something to do at night, I will update two chapters at once. I hope everyone will recommend it and be grateful!

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All Cretans are liars - the ancient Greek sage reformer Solun

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"No, Karabis...What changes have you changed recently... I'm so strong... I can't bear your fierceness..." Portie's head lowered in a dying state, but she screamed again soon. Her whole body was churned directly in the air by Karabis with her hands. Her body was placed on the blindsill, her legs were lifted, hanging in the air, and she continued to be stabbed by Karabis in the front.

Porti laughed, sweating all over. He grabbed a ball of flour and honey from the plate on the stove and put it in his mouth. Then he bites Karabis's lips. The two of them sometimes had fierce confrontations, sometimes pulling Masa's face and splitting apart. Finally, Karabis tightened his buttocks, stretched like a spiral press, and for more than ten consecutive strokes, hitting Porti's body so that the branches trembled. The two hugged each other, rubbing their ears and adjusting their breathing after turning to death.

"At dinner, Kelly came, and he conveyed the words of the Lord Pie, asking you to go to Prama to take charge of the guests during the festival of the Goddess." On the floor, Porti, who was naked and hot, fed Karabis "Masa" sideways, said: "Milu and Pope have also come in the afternoon and told us that our villa in Apiron will be completed in about three or four market days after the festival."

"Have some of the school in Parumma been settled?" Karabis asked, swallowing the sweet and soft massa.

"It's just a money, and you've told Telanyan before that Xiaobi and Van Lundenna went to a very famous tutor who Telanyan recognized, to take a day off, go to the evening and come back in the morning, and don't settle in 20 drachmas at a time, and do not use dinar silver coins."

Karabis gently hugged Porti and stroked it, "It seems that it was the right choice for us to decide to come to Rome."

"No, Karabis, I'm still scared. Yes, this city has unparalleled wealth and opportunities, but it's also full of dangers. Today, when I went to the vegetable market, I was almost chased by a group of followers named Katilin. They yelled, holding wooden sticks and stones, and told us free people from the alien race to get out of the city of Rome." Porti's body shivered a little, not knowing whether it was because of the cold or fear.

Karabis said: "Don't be afraid, at least we will have a villa soon. That Katilin is just inciting the people for the campaign to consul. When the candidates are settled, life will be much more peaceful. If you are still uneasy, stay in Apiron's villa immediately, and I am still in this apartment to strive for the qualification to run his trust company for the Otaku." As he said that, he took a blanket and covered Porty's body.

Hearing the man's words, Porty nodded gently and said to Karabis, "Anyway, you must be pious and don't forget to thank the God of the Family." Then the two of them raised their heads and looked at the shrine under the blurry candlelight opposite, and they both laughed. Parumma in the bedroom hummed twice, and Porty hurriedly stood up, put on his clothes, and went to take care of the children."

"Oh, welcome, my Karabis Marcos, look, how heroic this energetic young man is wearing a silk robe." On the morning of the Goddess' Day, Lukulas, wearing a purple robe, stood in front of the villa's porch very early, and came with his younger brother Marcos to welcome the free people and distinguished guests who came to help. When Karabis, wearing a piping silk shirt, stood in front of the brothers, it immediately attracted their unanimous praise.

"I ask you, isn't Paruma coming? Your adopted son." Marcos asked in the next step, eagerly holding Karabis' hand.

Karabis smiled and said, "Sorry, the little pigeon has a strict course today, and he is not allowed to attend the banquet even on the Goddess Day. However, this child has always wanted to come and watch your crocodile, Marcos." This made Marcos laugh, and sat by the fountain with Karabis and talked about his experience in raising fish.

On the other side, Lukulas smiled and watched his younger brother chat with Karabis very happily. In fact, his purpose of calling Karabis was not to be a guest, but to avoid being neglected at the banquet, because the rest of the city of Rome were not as gentle and patient as Karabis.

"Piscinarii!" At this time, a tall and thin man in a loose robe shouted, walked in, and shouted to the master that there was a very eye-catching scar on the man's nose, with a weak arrogance, and the one who accompanies him was the little Gatu who was four years old and hard-working (Karabis had seen him and Crassu in Campenya).

"Oh, dear Cicero, Gatu." Lukulas walked down enthusiastically, kissed and hugged the two, and then said to the tall and thin Cicero, "What does Piscinarii mean, my language master, I hope you use a good word on me."

"The fish farmer means my new words to describe you." Cicero said with a proud smile, raising his neck.

"This is not a very good word." Luculas was a little embarrassed. Everyone knew that Cicero was the most famous vocabulary expert in the city of Rome. The new word he created was later popular among the common people and the nobles. He did not want future generations to mention himself and use "fish-raising madman" as his impression.

But Cicero did not give in at all, but talked a lot: "What is good? I really don't know, my beloved General Triumph, your villa, your fish pond, or your luxurious banquet? Or the indifferent expression when you spend a lot of money? Oh, for example, at the banquet tonight, all the nobles and ambitious people will come, just like fish smelling delicious food in the sea. Under the light, everyone touched the glass of colored glass and took off their outer robes, and all etiquette and shame disappeared - squander, flirting, conspiracy, promiscuity, the city of Rome was corrupted in these long night feasts."

Allowing Cicero to be passionate, Catu and Luculas kept a kind smile. Even if they were furious in Rome, it was a pleasure to watch and speak.

"Maybe, I should really support you with all my strength and choose the consul for the next year, although you are just a knight family from a foreign country." Finally, Luculas held Cicero's hand and invited him into the restaurant.
Chapter completed!