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Karabis walked in and said that he should have come early in the morning to pay you a favor, but the busy affairs were delayed. The industry I run has been paying your part regularly.

"No, I'm tired of money, it's a burden... Cicero is right. What's the use of these extravagant desires? I'm envious of Caesar, and even Pompeii. Their money is useful. I'm just spending it for the sake of spending. Oh, Calabis, sit down, I forgot to entertain you." Luculas handed a napkin in his own hand, and the chef came up with a plate of eight-treasure dormouse. Luculas ate a piece and continued: "You're still willing to come and see me. The Romans would just say, look, that's Luculas, and then he's very rich, but he didn't come to entertain us because of the election, nor would he recruit us because of the expedition. We can forget him--this is true, Kalabis, do you remember how many free people I had followed me in the triumphal sensation?"

"Three hundred and seventy-seven." Karabis sat down and returned.

"Your memory is really clear..." Luculas then said sadly, "It may not be even one tenth now. Marcos's Plema and I were once very prosperous, but now there are no doors. The free people who protect them have left one after another, and they have gone to find new powerful people." After that, he smiled bitterly, "I can understand Demethrius now. What he did is just a step ahead of others. By the way, Karabis, I heard that you became Caesar's Sequestre?"

Karabis could not deny it because he saw Lukulas' eyes shooting with a thrilling light, and the tuna on the battlefield woke up again, so he decided to tell the truth, "Yes, because I need a project he promised."

"Will you leave me too?" Lukulas suddenly asked.

"No." When asked, Karabis happened to eat a piece of dormish meat. To be honest, he didn't know how the Romans liked this thing, especially the unpaid salt and spice paste. This strong and heavy taste brushed from his throat and rushed straight to his forehead, causing his face to twist and his mouth to grin, but in Lukulas' eyes, it was an extremely excited and steadfast expression.

"Yes, yes, you have nearly one million assets now, but you are willing to greet me - you are not that kind of person." Lukulas slowly shook his gray-haired head, and then continued to ask Karabis a question that was shocked, "Will you enter the cemetery of our family after your death? With Marcos and Kelly."

Hearing this, Karabis felt strange. After his death, several big men, masters, two mentally retarded masters, close-fitting shield slaves, and me, lying intimately next to each other...

Just as Karabis was thinking about this problem, Lukuras sent a ring, and he took it and saw it, which was engraved with the Latin words "Carbis Marcos".
Chapter completed!