Crassus's house is very different from Pyrol Lukulas. Lukulas is the feeling of wanting to waste all the money. Pulaima's luxury is typical. It is said that there are a hundred Phoenician purple robes in his clothing room. Crassus is different. When Carabis enters his garden, it feels like a faint silence. The decoration and decoration of the buildings are simple, but they exudes a kind of friendship. The fact is that Crassus will not object to anyone who comes to his house to disturb a meal. Only when there are conflicts in business or defense will he confront you, and his methods are cruel and ruthless. In this city, although Crassus seems very lazy, no one dares to mess with him.

There are rows of rooms on both sides of the courtyard. People familiar with the matter said that this is the workplace of Crassus Accounting Accounting, and dozens of high-level slaves serve as the subject. They review and purchase or sell various industries every day from morning to night, and of course they are also calculating their competitors. This is another face of the courtyard.

Finally, Crassus, who was standing in the vestibule, smiled when he saw Karabis. His big eyes were covered with crow's feet, but unlike Caesar, it was full of cunning and philanthropy. He was definitely the kind of role that he had money and was reluctant to spend, and he was thinking about how to seize more assets at every turn. "Young man, I am sorry for underestimating you before. You are now fully qualified to sit with me at the same table and discuss any friendship and business matters."

Then, a very energetic young man came out and excitedly said to Crasso, "Father, when will Crasso come?" A dark cloud flashed across Crasso's face, but he still smiled and said, "I know your son, you are the admirer of Cicero, and the respected consul, will come soon, you must be calm."

After Karabis picked up a very inconspicuous seat and sat down, the guests came one after another. Sure enough, there was Cicero, but the consul was obviously absent-minded about Crassu's attentiveness to the little one. To be straightforward, he and Crassu had always had a bad relationship, and it was difficult for him to come here tonight.

The food at the banquet was far less exquisite and luxurious than the luxury of Pizhulukulas. Most of them were daily meat, seafood and beans. The knights and free people who recognized Karabis all gathered around him to talk about various investments and businesses, which was annoying. But soon the focus of the banquet appeared - Cicero and Crasso had a fierce conflict.

"When you were the inspector, you did not assume the duties you deserve, which is a world of difference from Xiao Katu. You never count the population, nor did you organize and change the list of veterans, so that conspirators like Katilin will continue to mingle with them. Isn't it your mistake?" Cicero couldn't stand it first. He came here to attend the banquet to fight for Crassu and join forces with him to fight for Katilin. At this time, Katilin had already openly announced that he would run for the consul for the next year.

This is something that Cicero absolutely cannot tolerate, so he did not give up on his attack on Kathirin during this period, saying that he had signs of deliberate rebellion.

Although Crassus was angry, he still calmly enlightened Cicero for his son's sake: "Dear Consul, I also have my opinion. I advocate giving full citizenship to the Gaul area in Shannan and enjoying the same treatment as Latin city-states."

“That’s because where your business is, you need the Republic to pay for your business expansion.”

"Yes, I forgive your verbal offense. We can now put this topic on hold - Kathirin, the descendant of Rome's oldest nobleman, and would not have done anything to betray the Republic. Maybe you have been worried."

Cicero became angry. He used his usual loud voice to speak. Rather than talking to Crasso, he announced the banquet in a high-profile manner: "I already know that the bill that Cathirin instructed Rulusti last time that was intolerable to everyone, is behind you, Neruda and Caesar as patrons! My dear Crasso, I would like to advise you to draw a line with that villain as soon as possible!"

This very direct showdown made Crasso's face purple. He had an attack or was not tolerated, so he could only hold a wine glass and said, "Sir, this is not your attitude to win over your friends. The Republic does not operate according to your will."

"But I should be used as a benchmark. How I treat the Republic, all the nobles should do the same. I ask you, and Caesar, to get back on track as soon as possible." Cicero said goodbye.

It was already dusk outside, and the strong wind mixed with uneven hot and cold air was stuffed into the banquet living room, and the thunder became increasingly dense. The question that Karabis hung in his heart still did not resolve: Why did Crassus invite him to the banquet? I don't believe that at this moment, he is still interested in discussing business dealings with me. What about Caesar? It seems that he has never appeared in Jukola's High Priest's residence. Kaimax (also moved to the High Priest's residence) told him more than once that Caesar was also worried about his specific work during this period.

"Please forgive me, sir. I must know what can serve you, otherwise I will feel uneasy at this sumptuous banquet." Karabis seized the opportunity and went up to ask. At this moment, Crassu was sitting on the couch and was insane.

"Oh, yes, yes." Crassus answered, then returned to his smile and asked earnestly: "Do you know a knight named Langjis? I heard that he had been ordered by Kathirin to assassinate the representative of the Afilica complaint team. How much do you know about this?"

"Sorry, I don't understand, I just heard of this." Karabis answered directly, suppressing the surprise in his heart, trying to keep calm in his expression.

"Well, you know, he and your mistress were between him before... Maybe you can ask Claudia for me. Regarding Langjis' whereabouts, I have involved some debt problems with him, but it has not been resolved yet." Crassus also had a calm expression on his face.

Everyone is acting.

"I should recognize some friends who are dating Langjis in business, and I will try my best to find out his whereabouts. Ha, it seems that all the city of Rome is looking for this guy."

Crassu squinted his goldfish-like eyes and looked at Karabis, maintaining a toast position, laughing dryly, and saying, "Isn't that true!"

Soon, Karabis found an excuse to escape. He stepped out of Crassus' courtyard and took out the bronze keys from the bay. This was the remains of Langjis. Perhaps Cicero was looking for, Catilin was looking for, Claudia was looking for, and Crassus and Caesar were looking for, too.
Chapter completed!