"Pope, come to the drawing table, it's not enough to just create this thing." Karabis said excitedly, "What should you do with your fire prevention measures? You can't burn the courtyards and villas of the nobles in less than three days, right?"

"Thickening the wall tiles of this kind of fireplace can not only prevent fire and keep warm. This is also the place where it is stronger than braziers and copper stoves, Karabis. This technology has been used in the bathroom." Pope said confidently.

“Where is the fuel?”

"As for fuel, charcoal is of course the first choice, but because most of the charcoal in Rome is sent to forging weapons, charcoal is still relatively expensive." Pope grabbed his head, a little worried.

"Expensive? Can this also be called a problem? Those nobles, such as my asylum, aren't they just pursuing these things? You have to grasp their psychology and understand my dear Pope." Karabis held his forehead with his finger, walked back and forth twice at the drawing table, and then asked Pope, "By the way, you said that the fuel is expensive, and it really reminded me that we have to consider the needs of free people who earn three to five thousand drachmas a year, but who like arts and elegance, and the national slaves. This is called market segmentation - what simple and cheap fuel is there in addition to charcoal?"

Then he and Pope snapped their fingers almost at the same time and shouted "Coal, coal".

At that time, coal was mainly used for civilian purposes in Roman cities. Strangely, it was not placed in a brazier, but used for necklaces and hanging mouths for noble ladies, and for heating bronze wine vessels.

"Okay, this problem has been solved. Pope, my dear, the problem of external styles is involved." Karabis further deepened the requirements.

"Style?" Pope shrugged. He served in the Legion for so many years. The most basic requirement for construction and equipment was to him. The soldiers didn't like flashy things. Seeing the engineer's expression of resistance, Karabis ran to his open restaurant and shouted, "Pope, the restaurant you designed for me is very reasonable, semi-open, so that in summer, the air is flowing here, and the guests will not weaken their appetite because of the heat and stuffiness. This is called practical, but look at the food heater standing here!" Karabis patted the expensive bronze ware, "Isn't this thing the upper and lower layers of the upper layer with a lid structure, the upper layer is placed with barbecue, ham, spice slurry vegetables, etc., and the lower layer is heated with coal. How much does it cost to use bronze to make such a stove?"

"Fifty to one hundred dinars, Karabis." Pop told the truth.

Karabis looked up and cried, imitating Cicero's speech style, then clenched his fists and hit the bronze ware one by one, "But this thing cost me three thousand dinars! Why, why, look, it is because it has four little gilded dolphins on its lid. Oh, how cute, the lady fell in love with it at first glance, and the lid is shaped into the shape of the waves of the sea, tsk. Look again, the furnace door with coal added is sculpted into the shape of the temple gate, which matches the psychology of all devout Romans. Then, this thing costing one hundred dinars was sold for 3,000, thirty times. This is called the style, do you understand?"

Pope thought for a while and said he understood a little. Karabis raised his charcoal pen and walked to the drawing table. "What are you waiting for? Call the craftsmen outside in. Let's think about the styles together - for nobles, knights, free people's homes, for public places, for private courtyards, for brothels, for temples, and come up as soon as possible." After saying that, he patted Pope's shoulder, "Do it well, like the last time Valin Apartment, no, it should be called 'Karbis Store'. If this is done, your current salary will be more than 24,000 Ses withdrawn from the squas a year, and you can transfer it to 30,000."

"Yes, I will do my best, I will do my best!" Pope said with all his strength. His wife was very interested in contracting a ground floor store in the Chokola Street apartment, selling a lot of jewelry and luxury goods, but two years ago, his wife couldn't afford a copper ring.

At night, the high-foot lamp in Karabis' living room was still hissing and burning grease. He turned on the fine wine stored in the cellar with thin necks and ears, and shared it with everyone. Everyone casually moved the couch to the drawing table. Whoever had the creativity would go to the top to doodle a piece of it, and then carefully rolled up the patterned velvet paper and placed it on the bookcase behind, filling the room with laughter and discussion.

"Hey, are you right? Put a statue of the God of Winter on the fireplace?"

"Don't you think there is a kind of misalignment in this way?"

"What does this giant snake-like relief mean?"

"The snake is the incarnation of the family god. It is a blessing to have a snake in the house..."

Until the next day, Karabis got up dizzy, and Pope and the other veterans and craftsmen were still sleeping. He ran to the clear water pool in the courtyard to wash his face, and then remembered that today he had to go to the Pulaima Villa in Lukuras to pay homage. By the way, Tyranian's books had been copied and he also entrusted him to return the original to the Master. He mumbled all this, carried the bronze tube containing the original manuscript, and went out.

When he arrived at Pulaima, Karabis felt that the atmosphere was wrong. It was almost dinner time. Several servants were walking into the Apollo Hall with a nervous expression. Karabis also followed them and saw Kelly with a helpless look in front of the bronze door.

"What's going on?"

Kelly faced the bronze door and said, "The master is going to have a banquet today."

"Who is the banquet?" Karabis casually took out a berries and ate them on the small three-legged table next to the door, and asked.

"There is no guests, he is the one who is in the banquet, and the main dish is peacock tongue. He gathers a plate to get six thousand drachmas." Kelly replied.

At this time, Lukulas' dissatisfied voice came from the hall: "What's wrong? Can Lukulas, the Triumph General of Rome, be unable to entertain himself? Today, it's Lukulas, invite Lukulas!"

At this time, Kelly approached Karabis and said uneasyly: "Marcos has been addicted to the affection with that Princia recently and has not come back much. And I found that our master - it seems that in such a day, he has eroded his will and wisdom - he has gradually become decayed and depressed, and his memory is not as good as before. He often says that now he is no different from Marcos." After hearing Kelly's words, Karabis gently pushed the bronze door open, and saw that under the dim light, the magnificent and empty Apollo Hall showed a strange feeling. Lukuras was a little bit

Hunched over and sat alone at the huge dining table, which made his figure look much smaller. He looked at the plums, olives and other appetizers in front of him with a dull look. From time to time, he raised the toothpicks to take fruit and put them down. From time to time, he touched the napkin, pouted words like "peacock tongue" in his mouth. Waiting anxiously for this dish, his hair turned gray. It is hard to imagine that this is Lukulas, who was still dominating the battlefield three years ago. Seeing this, Karabis remembered what Lukulas told himself on Xiaoya battlefield. His life was like an old-fashioned comedy, with a vigorous beginning and a dull ending.
Chapter completed!