"The damage caused by an enemy may be greater than the help of four friends." - Giovanni of Florence

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The voice of that guy, Karabis sounded a little familiar. When he stood up in the bath, Karabis suddenly remembered that this guy was Lang Jis, a knight from Subra District, who was fucked by a slave sent by Claudia to be a street chicken girl. Later, he deceived her and used copper plate as a silver coin to cast her with the nickname "Little Copper plate".

Seeing Lang Jis and several other burly men soaked in the bath, Karabis' fists were secretly accumulating strength, but his body was still sitting on the bench and his eyes were observing the surroundings. This guy wanted to avenge me on the slippery floor of the bathroom, looking for death, right?

But Langjis saw Karabis sitting with his fists, and his face immediately became warm and gentle. He said, "Alien people, your master is a tuna and a little copper plate, right? You don't remember me. Last time on the streets of Subra, you punched my six bodyguards with your fists, and then I was slaved by your mistress, and the chicken girl threw it into the mud pit. Do you remember?"

Sure enough, the strongest person who abandons shame is the strongest. Now Karabis can only nod and greet him. Langjis opened up: "You are very good and I appreciate it. I heard the conversation you just had with those veterans. I can help you solve the trouble of having no money. Now there is an errand, and you can get ten thousand Drakhmas as long as you work with me. How about it?"

Ten thousand Drakma! This knight named Langjis seems to be a character, and he is worthy of being a "made in heaven" pair with Claudiya. Yet, as long as you have this money, you don't have to worry about the project payment for the Varin Apartment. Milu and the others have a salary. It's better, but what kind of errands are, you have to ask clearly.

Before he could ask, Lang Jishi went straight to the topic: "Of course, you will definitely ask what the errand is. I can tell you without hiding it, just kill a few people for our financial owner."

Killing? Karabis was a little shocked. He was alive and dead on the battlefield. It was understandable to kill the enemy, but in this Roman city, killing people was a little hesitant. However, it seems that the so-called law is just one side of this city.

Langjis saw his expression and smiled, reaching out and stimulating, "Do you think the politics and trade in the city of Rome are done in squares and markets? Wrong, they are done in prostitutes, bathrooms, banquets and sewers. Every politician has secrets that he doesn't want to see. Keeping the secrets and clearing the secrets is our trick to make a fortune. Do you think a golden young man like me, a 26-year-old man who has three million Seth's quits, relies on opening a bread mill to accumulate wealth? Wrong - I can gather a group of people at any time to kill anyone he doesn't want to see for the big money owner. This is the same, but for you, how about luck. Don't worry about your attitude towards the Lord. We have always been clean and neat, and this matter has nothing to do with your Lord."

"You won't pay me ten thousand ass afterwards!" Karabis asked with a sneer.

"Oh, no, I will never deceive my companions in business." Langjishi replied with a serious face.

Three days later, we gathered in the bathroom of the Flower Temple. This was Langjis' request. Karabis, who left the bathroom, grabbed the vegetable plate and pondered, "What's wrong with you today? Didn't you say you would take Milu and the others to see the Walin Apartment after working in the Kitchen Temple?" Porti, who was still muddy on his wrist, asked curiously.

"Yes, then we went to the newly opened steaming bathroom at the Flower Temple." Karabis replied absent-mindedly.

Porty laid a piece of mud on the tip of his nose, "I was in a daze, did you also go to the newly opened prostitute next to the bathroom?"

"Milu and the others went, I didn't--by-by-one, Porti, would you feel sad if some righteous nobleman was killed at night tomorrow or the next night?"

"But this is not common in Roman cities. In the Maximus sewer, in the silt of the river Tiber, there are killing and abandoned bodies everywhere, some of which are teenagers." Portie said on the stove without looking back, "I have done things in the palace of Bendu before, and I know what these nobles will do in private. Sometimes I also think of my former mistress, Nesa, who was killed by her closest niece?"

After hearing Porty's unintentional words, Karabis pondered and remembered the broad-blade sword under his bed. Damn it, no matter whether he is a noble or not, if he is a vote, he will earn ten thousand or ten thousand. Who told me that I am short of money now? If Langjishi dares to fool me, I will use cast iron scissors to directly cut off his back.

Sure enough, three days later, after Karabis copied the war history at the Kitchen Temple, he quietly hid the broad-edged sword he brought under his cloak and walked towards the Flower Temple.

Lang Jishi and a few guys were listening to the screams of the woman on a prostitute building. When Karabis arrived, another accomplice swayed and tied his trousers and stepped out of the prostitute building. "That bitch actually said it was inconvenient, wouldn't he know that it would be easier to fuck with blood?" After all, Lang Jishi saw Karabis, raised his neck and said, "Let's go two blocks forward, and the target is there."

It was already dusk, and the setting sun shone lazily from the gaps in the narrow streets. Karabis, who followed Langjis, felt that the "target" that Langjis said seemed to be getting closer and closer to the residence of his wife and daughter...

"Hide in the corner of the depression." Suddenly, Lang Jis spoke, and several people hid at the corner of the alley. A sedan chair was swaying and indeed stopped in front of the dilapidated apartment building of Hebrida.

"Go up and be clean and neat. First kill the slaves carrying the car, then stab all the people inside to death, and all the people present must silence them." Langjis said coldly, "After the matter is done, each person will receive 10,000 yuan in rewards, and as long as they say, there will be a bigger business waiting for us." Then he glanced at Karabis and said, "You go first", and then winked at the other big men, saying that they were behind and wanted to "take care of Karabis" - at this time, Langjis didn't know that Karabis had learned sword fighting, so the people he selected were either veterans or students of the Gladiator School.

"Swish", Karabis held the broad-blade sword in his hand and quickly approached the sedan. At this time, he felt that there was a "communication" between him and the sword. He used a four-fold fake sword, but now he used a real guy, and felt that it was not only light, but also the center of gravity of the hilt and the sword body was very stable. Those who said that the Roman dagger bends with a sting are inaccurate. In fact, this broad-blade is a standard iron weapon, with the blade on both sides and the sword. It is extremely sharp. It is worthy of being a real guy from the Lukulas family, named Gladius. He thinks that the reason why the Romans like to use a short sword is mainly because the sword body is wide and short, which makes the center of gravity held very stable. If it is long, it will have to overcome the annoying leverage effect, which is laborious and not conducive to straight-line pricking.

As he approached the sedan chair less than fifteen Roman rulers, he accelerated his pace. Several slaves did not see him. They were helping an old man out of the sedan chair. Next to him was a very energetic young man. He saw Karabis and the others, and his eyes suddenly filled with fear.

The moment when his eyes were intertwined, Karabis saw that the young man was actually the Jewish man of Galilee, Demethlius.
Chapter completed!