Claudia also laughed and said, "What a rude and fat man, no wonder he is nicknamed 'Savage', OK." Claudia stretched slightly and said to Karabis: "No matter how you make money in the future, you will have to deal with these people sooner or later. Don't offend any of them, and donate them appropriately as lubricants for politics, otherwise any of them will make you pay the price of bleeding." After that, Claudia greeted the maid beside her and prepared to leave.

"Maowei continue to ask, what about the little Gatu?" Karabis thought of the plot about the little Gatu in "The History of the Masi" written by Lukulas and asked curiously.

Claudiya, who turned around, said in a not very patient tone, "How could you ask such a stupid question? Xiao Jiatu is only thirty years old. At least ten years later, he will be eligible for the election."

When Carabis left the Apollo Hall, it was still lively, but this lively was not on the surface, but turned into the ground. The originally bright lights would slowly go out. This is the default rule for the Roman banquet: when a certain time arrives, the lights should be turned off at the banquet, and women with families should also leave the venue in one sensible way, leaving behind men, slutty ladies or high-prostitutes, and putting their hands on them in the dark to show off their desires.

Outside the Apollo Hall, there is a huge drawing platform with a huge mosaic assembly map on it. During the construction project, Lukuras specially instructed Karabis and Milu and others to build it because this is a map of the sub-Roman city, and it is inlaid with purple mosaic bricks on it to the owner's triumphant parade route, which is also the only reassuring memory of Lukuras in his later years.

Since he served as a triumphal guide last time, Calabis has remembered the geographical location of Rome. At this time, according to what Caesar just introduced, he dipped his fingers in some wall dust, gently outlined the location of the future Colosseum and the amphitheater on this assembled map, and then outlined what Caesar said, the municipal department was preparing to sell in Mount Evandini. After looking at it, he compared it and fell into deep thought...

Early the next morning, Karabis came to the hall of the municipal department where Caesar was wearing a silk shirt. Of course, as he expected, the bald and charming Caesar did not come to work, because many of the Cavaliers who came to collect debts were still blocked there, preparing to catch Caesar and claim debts from him. His goal here was to find the low-level little bureaucrat who was buried in the desk all day long, Kai Max.

Kaimax never expected that Karabis would remember him and come to him, and he did not expect that Karabis, a free man, would be developed so quickly.

Sure enough, this cunning and intelligent alien from the East seized the opportunity of his master building a villa in Pulaima and made a big move. Now he is coming to get familiar with me. Kaka. Kaimax was flattered and rubbed his hands to chat with Karabis. However, the other party smiled and waved his hands, saying that you should handle the work first, and I will wait for you here.

Kaimax was a little excited and sat at the office desk and got busy. From time to time, he even glanced at Karabis, who was standing next to him. His eyes looked like a girl peeking at his lover.

In the evening, in the tavern of Domus, Karabis threw a heavy purse on the table and told the smiling proprietress: "Dear Domus, give my best and most respectful friend Kaimax, offer the most expensive wine and the best food."

Soon, a plate of hot sow's vagina gravy, a plate of pheasant hazelnuts, a plate of barbecue mutton, a plate of large oysters, and a pottery jar of delicious high-quality wine. The clerk Kai Max, who had a monthly salary of only ninety, was saliva all over his saliva-this meal, for at least two hundred to three hundred.

"You... are indeed developed, Karabis, I've been optimistic about you from the beginning, right?" Kaimax stuttered, not daring to catch food.

Karabis smiled and said, "You don't have to be restrained, you can have a good meal. Then, when he looked at Kaimax and chewed, he whispered to him: "My friend, my apartment address, I have asked for it. I have sent someone to give your wife some small gifts. I think the gift should be delivered now."

"Gift, gift?" Kaimax was obviously a little excited.

"Yes, an ivory craft box is quite satisfactory in workmanship. It contains five hundred owls." Karabis groaned in a light blue glass and said lightly, and then another crisp buzzing sound. In front of Kaimax, a pure gold ring was playing dazzling gyro movement on the table, and then followed the sound of Grandelong, and crossed the hand of Kaimax.

Kaimax took it and saw that the ring was engraved with a small inscription "My best friend, Kaimax", and the blood in his head suddenly surged up. It has been more than ten years! He has been engaged in the most trivial and lowest-level work of the municipal department: planning files, handling confessions, arranging manpower, etc. In the past two years, his hair has begun to turn gray, and his shoulders and back has begun to hurt. He has two or three children at home, nestled in a narrow and simple island apartment, hoping for his meager salary to support him. In order to save, he dared not go to the bathroom.

He dared not buy oysters or attend a banquet for his colleagues, but this damn Republic did not give him any reward for his work value, just like he was a clay pot with a beating heart and never needed to be polite. So, sometimes when the municipal magistrate Caesar asked him about his well-being, gave him thirty Drakhs to subsidize his family, or distributed tickets to the gladiatorial competition for free entertainment with his wife and children, he fanatically worshiped the descendants of the Venus family, willing to do his best to do his best to his political career.

This Karabis was even more powerful. He gave him five hundred draki silver coins at once, plus a pure gold ring of equal value. His heart was in his throat, but he temporarily suppressed himself and gently pushed the ring out, "I wonder, there is no feast here in Rome. Karabis, you must at least make it clear."
Chapter completed!