I haven't noticed that I wrote one more chapter in this chapter, so I'm dizzy...

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"This is your trick, Karabis, you guy from a foreign race, you are sucking my patience with you." Kathirin saw Karabis, and the nameless fire rose in his heart, but he still had to maintain the noble spirit.

"Unwound patience? This seems to be what Cicero often likes to say to you-I am just fulfilling my promise. On the playground and in the small square, I have said such words, but you have always turned a blind eye to you. Now you are tempted by the evil consequences of despising my words." Karabis raised his finger at Katilin, "Now you are finished, why should I give you a respectful reputation? Katilin, you are a dilapidated house, and you will soon be torn apart by the wolf-like creditor. Your daughter and family will be sold in the slave market in the future, so that they will be bent over and circled by my woman's stove."

"You dare to touch my family!" The lightning came down, and Katilin's face became pale and she roared angrily.

"Family? Do you think you will have family soon?" Karabis returned it intact when he was intimidated by Katilin. After saying that, he pointed two fingers at Katilin contemptuously, "This is just the first step." Then he covered his cloak on his head with both hands, and surrounded by veterans and gladiators, turned around and left.

"Bastard, Langjis must have been silenced by you! You dare to deceive me and say that the thing is in the temple of Juno! Turn your back!" Katilin's question came from behind, but Karabis did not answer at all.

The second step came three days later. Because the Senate had a dispute over Cicero's bill, the final chairman on duty decided to hand over the bill to God to make a judgment. The process was divided into three, and the divination officers in the Temple of Jupiter, the astrological officers in the Temple of Isis and the virgins of the Kitchen Temple. The divination officers used the intestines, the trajectory and climate of the birds. The astrological officers operated astronomical, and the virgins passed the Holy Fire and the Prophecy of Sybil. The final three parties issued the results at the same time. The arrangement of the Senate was very fair and would never allow the divination result to be equal.

The divination process of the three parties was held on Mount Katopier, and Karabis, who monitored all this in the Domubo Tavern, was sure to win. The divination officer was the man of the high priest Caesar. The day before, there were four silver coins in pottery jars, plus two beautifully dressed boys, who were sent to the door of his house. As for the astrological officer, who was known as the descendant of the Babylonians, his reward was ten cans of high-necked and thin-waisted wines, and gifts from two small farms.

But Virgin Lishya and Karabis did not make such cheesy things, but provided a delicate villa with a garden, study, fish pond and fireplace in the name of "providing retreats for Virgins".

"Do you think Li Xilia will accept it?" Duomuba poured a glass of wine for Karabis and asked.

"If you don't accept it, you'll just treat it as an investment in real estate and then sell it to Crasus. He will definitely be interested anyway." Karabis didn't care at all, "Besides, the result of this divination is definitely a 'surprise' for Katilin."

When Karabis was bribing, there was no way to Katilin, and only people could pay. He took hundreds of followers and tried his best to pretend to be arrogant and walked up the Mount Catopier, and Cicero also walked towards him with almost the same number of people at the divination site.

Cicero obviously came prepared, and his robe was deliberately pulled under his shoulders, revealing his breastplate, and young nobles such as Claudi accompanied him with great momentum.

"Your goal is to delay the consul's campaign date and let the debts drag me down. For this reason, you must have used dirty money to bribe the three diviners." Kathirin said fiercely, "But don't underestimate the innate justice of Rome. It will never allow the country knights like you, or the stinky guys like Karabis to defile."

"I'm sorry, who is Karabis? Well, no matter who he is. This time I will capture you, Katilin and the evil group behind you, and save the great republic. This is the obligation of every citizen of the republic, whether he comes from Rome or not." Cicero shrugged, and then had a mysterious expression, "You know why I wear armor, because I am afraid of you, Katilin, you are an unruly opponent. You incite the people to kill good, make promises, and be in debt. In addition, you have colluded with a large number of criminals who are dissatisfied with the republic, and want to subvert the republic, and for this, they will assassinate me, the consul of Rome!"

"Assassination? What a ridiculous slander." Katilin shouted.

Before Cicero could say anything, a few screams suddenly sounded in the crowd. Several followers, perhaps from Kathirin, or from Cicero, were cut open by unknown people. The whole scene was immediately tense. The personnel from both sides took out hidden short swords, daggers, bricks and iron sticks, cursed each other and fought.

"Don't do it!" Katilin and Cicero shouted at the same time, but the whole scene was not something they could control.

Looking at the torches on Capitoë Mountain, the lanterns were thrown randomly and waving, and the few people who quietly retreated to the side soon disappeared in the darkness of the streets at the foot of the mountain. In the tavern next to the sheep pen, they unveiled their cloaks and stood in front of a freeman with an oriental appearance. The man threw a purse and a purse into their hands, "Well done, no one in the whole city of Rome is more professional than you do."

After those people took their purse and left, the inner room door of the tavern creaked open, and the extremely graceful Princia turned out, "Karabis, when are you interested in fighting in the power sand field?"

"Oh, my beautiful Princia..." Karabis greeted him warmly, hugged Princia gently, and kissed the most famous socialite in a mood that was both warm and polite, with a very pious attitude, "I heard that you are now the mistress of Syra Rentulus."

"It seems that the little girl Dumufeng, the mind is now facing you." Princia, who was unhappy about Karabis's blunt speech, glanced at the somewhat uneasy boss Dumufeng, leaned sideways in a seat, and raised a glass of wine. "Yes, I'm fighting with Syra now, and his stepson, Marco Anthony, are all my guests in the curtain. Why, Karabis, are you now the inspector of the Senate? Are you starting to investigate the Roman atmosphere?"

"No, I'm just reminding you." Karabis slowly raised a piece of amber, "Syra participated in Katilin's rebellion. There were all those involved in the plan, and he was on it." After saying that, he pointed to the name of "Syra" on the amber board and the seal of Syra's rings.

Princia was slightly shocked and moved her body backwards, but she was still calm, "What? What can this kind of thing mean?"
Chapter completed!