One hundred people from the Roman tribes and Latin city-states voted in the "sheep pen", and after nearly a hundred days and nights of desperate struggles between courts, squares and voting fences, today, the candidate for the consul is finally announced.

Karabis once again bought a seat in the tavern in Domusfo, sat face to face with Kaimas of the Municipal Department, and handed him the 500 "owls" wallets - this time Kaimas seemed to be without any abruptness. He had already regarded Karabis as his best friend and happily received the commission.

"Don't let our friendship be affected by this money." Karabis toasted him with a glass of good wine. "This is what you deserve. The proof of assets you provide has allowed me to earn one.2 million sefs this time, and my Valin warehouse is still accounting for 200,000 sefs a month. I can't wait for the next year's consul election, haha. I also provide you with three percent of the Valin warehouse. Also, when will my woman accompany your wife, rent a good yacht, go to Byer and enjoy it, and buy jewelry or something."

"Yes, yes, I think my wife will be very happy--by-by-one, I heard you want to be the Sequestre of His Excellency Julius Caesar?"

"Yes, I have sent 500,000 Seth to the Temple of Venus, hoping to help relieve His Excellency Caesar's debts." At that time, private savings were usually sent to the Temple. Caesar had no doubt that his "determined bank" was the Temple of Love.

"I will definitely tell Your Excellency Caesar about your kindness! I believe that in five years, your adopted son will be a knight." Kaimax grabbed the corner of his clothes excitedly, feeling his heart jumping out.

At this time, the door creaked open, and the boss lady Duomufen came in yellingly, "Damn it, the consul chose the guy I dislike the most." It seems that the result of the election has finally been confirmed.

"Is Cicero? Otherwise, besides him, you don't like anything else?" Calabis guessed.

"Yes! In the next year, this guy will be the host of Rome. The dry guy with chickpea scars on his nose will definitely limit the city's alms and entertainment. I can't wait for the next year's consul election - how I hope that this time the elected Katilin is." Domufeng continued to shout, then bent down, drooping his fat white breasts and pouring wine into the pottery jar.

"Katirin was defeated? That time was Neruda?" Karabis asked.

"Yes, the 'Savage' defeated Katilin by just three 100-man group votes, thanks to this guy who has a prominent father, but Katilin does not, pitifully."

In the newly completed Colosseum, three hundred and twenty pairs of sword-fighting slaves were fighting to the death with harpoons, short swords and meteor hammers, fighting to the death, making tens of thousands of Romans who came to watch the feast of death were crazy. They learned this barbaric movement from the predecessor of their city-state civilization, the Etruscans. Once they finished, they specially smoothed out the genes of violence and abuse from this nation and childbirth. Gladiator schools in various places were established like mushrooms after a rain. Now the most famous Gladiator Gladiator is led here. When the muscular men with stubborn bodies jumped off the ox cart and walked into the Colosseum, the lower bodies of the Roman ladies were wet in the bloodthirsty cheers. They also longed to moan under the "short swords" of these sword-fighting slaves and enjoy the cycle of reincarnation like death.

Several seventeen-year-old death row prisoners who had just been released from the death penalty prison were cut into pieces, their throats, shoulders, and internal organs were cut into pieces, and they brought the Roman citizens the final dedication, and their blood hissed and sizzled into the sandy ground under the Colosseum.

Then there was another burst of cheers, and the two tigers in the Haier Kara Sea roared and were pulled up by chains.

"Your Excellency, these two tigers were donated to you by Karabis." On the seat, Kaimax smiled and reminded Julius Caesar who was sitting next to him.

"Kaimax, the high priest Pius has passed away. I think you should know about this. I am going to run for the next high priest. The money from Karabis has helped me a lot - I am not an ungrateful person. The Knights' apartment in Rome will be transformed into a hot spring bath with hot water pipes. This is the last benefit I brought to the citizens before I stepped down as municipal officer - tell Karabis that this huge project will be contracted for him. Karabis, you can operate it, and I will have the other three municipal officers." Caesar said, and raised his hand to pay tribute to the enthusiastic sword-fighting slave and the audience.

"Why, Gaius, don't forget that you can repay the debt, and the fifty tarantes I paid, and the thirty tarantes of Lukuras, why are you thinking about the gifts of more than a dozen tarantes of the rookie named Karabis that are worth less than the gifts." Crassus in the seat next to him sneered twice and said dissatisfiedly.

"Dear friend, what I am worried about is not debt, but how to repay it. The debts between you and the tuna are 'too difficult to repay'. If I become a high priest this time, I will inevitably have to help you fake it in divination of major events." Caesar frowned and said distressedly.

"Each one another." Crassus was very calm. "Recently, because of the Cicero guy, Veres not only ruined his reputation, but also died of illness. I also lost a lot of money to account. Gaius, I hope you can be more alert after you get on the throne, otherwise I will not be able to protect you by then."

The crow's feet at the corner of Caesar's eyes extended with his smile. He held Crasso's hand and said, "Don't worry, Crasso retracted his hand with some disgust and said, "Gaus, according to the female slave in my family, you have been frequently in the boudoir of my new wife at night..."

In the early morning of the Subra District, in Julius' mansion, the descendant family of the most noble goddess Venus, now seems particularly desolate and declining. Yes, since Rome entered the Republic era, this family has no longer glory. Although it is still the most prominent family in the minds of the Romans, the difficulties that support such a family are not imagined by ordinary people, resulting in Caesar's family living a strange life that only nobles can enjoy: for a period of time, squandering the jewelry dealers and fresh fish dealers shuttled between the doors, and all the slaves were blushing with their faces; but not long after, there would be a period of time when the fire could not even be raised at the fire at home. Because of the lack of money, the slaves sat opposite each other, hungry and clear water was rising, and the smoke from the cooking stove was lonely.

Before, Caesar's aunt married Mallor, who was a knight. No matter what the reason was, at least the good money savings of the Mallor family were a very important one.
Chapter completed!