"Now the elephants are squeezed into a narrow clearing, and they do harm to friendly forces no less than the enemy." - Arian describes the Battle of Hydasbis by Alexander the Great."

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"We must ensure that the manor under our name gets your manure at the best price - OK, let him go." Then, with a similar expression, Karabis put the wooden board back on the table, and then everyone held up golden rings and pressed the mark on it.

"By the way, there are more than us in Rome's merchant groups." Another freeman who always looked melancholy reminded, "How can we ensure that other merchant groups do not cause trouble in Etruscany? It depends on Caesar and Crassus?"

"Isn't this why I am willing to recruit troops! Today I spent five or six hundred Drakma here to invite you to come, why?" Karabis clenched his hands into fists and said to everyone, "You are responsible for my 4th and 10th brigades, and each person pays 100,000 brigades to withdraw from the brigade, so that I can handle the matter in the army."

The guys immediately showed a painful expression on their faces, but the concern was temporary. Soon they took off their golden rings one by one and pressed them around the terms on the wooden board.

"Oh, see who is coming, my friend, Demethlius!" Suddenly, Karabis raised his glass and cheered at the door.

Pompei's chief confidential slave, Demethlius, the friend whom Xiaoya and Karabis and Porti met in Xiaoya, had beautiful curly hair, handsome face and shy eyes, and wearing a white silk jacket, walked in under the escort of several entourages. Carabis made him opposite him, greeted enthusiastically, and introduced to everyone attending the meeting: "This is the chief slave of the general Pompeius, Demethlius of Galilee, we will develop in the East soon, but we cannot do without his assistance."

When he saw the handsome Demethlius, the male and female slaves who were entertaining the fun were dancing barefoot and surrounded him. The face of Demethlius, surrounded by pearls, was even more stained with shy redness.

"You and your master, General Gneus Pompeii, are becoming more and more like each other, and their emotions are covered in their lovely faces." Calabis smiled and joked, and toasted his friend with a glass of wine. "I was able to stand up in Rome, thanks to Demethlius, who gave me two hundred dracher silver coins."

After hearing Karabis's words, everyone exclaimed in a flattering tone.

"I should complain about your respect, right? I've been in Rome for so long, and this is the second time except for the last time you met me in front of the apartment in Hebrida." Demetlius bit his thin lips and frowned and drank the diluted wine. "Maybe, you delay for a few more days, I'm leaving here for the East."

"How was Pompei's war in the East?"

Demethlius touched his sleeves, avoided the dripping drinks at the table, and said, "It went well. The master was no longer interested in Mitradati. The king of the capital became a defeated dog that he hid everywhere. He ran around with his daughter and concubine. The master not only occupied Xiaoya, but now he has conquered Mesopotamia by the way. The final destination is the red city of Petra."

"Then your life is also very good now. I heard that you have gained Pompey's trust and have taken care of his confidentiality in an orderly manner. You must have received a lot of rewards." Karabis' tone was a little flattering.

"Well, in Athens, Sadies and Sinop three villas with column corridors." Demethrius smiled carelessly, "It's Calabis, you, and Porti, as far as I know, have become a wealthy family in this Roman city."

"That's it." Karabis took a sip of undiluted wine, and then said word by word: "Thanks to your help, my dear friend, Demetrius, just like the Pai Lord Lukulas who helped me."

Hearing this, Demethlius' expression immediately became unnatural. Then his body shook violently, and he heard the sound of the serfs falling down while covering his throat. Several female slaves held the bloody dagger that had just cut their throats in their hands, and placed it on Demethlius' neck and shoulders. The blood soon oozed everywhere on his clean clothes.

The Jewish man shivered, and Karabis looked at him coldly, then stood up his fingers. The other stunned business partners seemed to understand something, hurriedly put on their rings, shrank, and squeezed out from the door of the Domubo Tavern one by one.

Then, Duomufen closed the door and blocked it.

"I really didn't expect that Demethlius, you dare to come to the banquet after receiving my invitation. But this is also very similar to your style - treat others as fools." Calabis stood up, gently placed the wine jar on the counter, then took it, poured a full glass, and placed it in front of Demethlius. "But it doesn't matter, I already know that you are going to the East and report the news of the Roman expedition to Katilin to your master, so I have a group of people waiting there at the post station and the city gate. You should feel lucky that you are facing me now, not them."

"Karabis, we don't have to do this..."

"Oh, no no, no," Karabis shook his finger and interrupted Demethrius's words. "Don't forget that I saved your life in the Seventh Army of Little Ya. I originally came into this city of Rome with my friendship with you to make a living. My ideals are humble, and I live comfortably with Porti and the little pigeon. But - Langjis, it is actually your employ, right?"

"Don't say such unfounded words--ah!" The answer to Demetlius was Karabis's slap and greeted him directly on his left face. The Jewish screamed in panic, with a crying sound, his eyes and mouth swollen together.

"I'll reveal the answer, oh, I'm a small reverse method. When Langjis assassinated Galba, you were there; then, you encouraged me to appear in court to help Cicero identify Katilin; after I refused, you go to find Katilin and betray me, probably that's the case; Langjis died of medicine poison, and in this city, only you can prepare it, because Timothushu is not good at herbal medicine; then, when I sent Porti and the little pigeon to Apiron, in this city, I only told Van Lundena and her mother." Speaking of this, Karabis slapped another slap, slapped the Jewish man in the face, "and you can only recognize Van Lundena and betrayed my woman's whereabouts to Katilin!"
Chapter completed!