"But the situation did not develop towards the situation you hoped, and Langjis was also wary of you, so you followed me and wanted to use me to force out the amber board. The one who rushed into Langjis' hiding apartment that day was actually yours, right?" As he said, Karabis grabbed his hair, "After I became suspicious of you, I will also inquire about your origin, Galileans, my good friend, I learned from the veterans of the Seventh Legion in Rome--you were in the third Mitte.

Before the Ladati War, he was indeed a tutor, but not a Greek, but a wealthy Rome immigrant family in Rhodes. When Mitradati started massacre of Roman immigrants in the East, you betrayed the old and small families of the master's family, including the thirteen-year-old child you taught, to the Bendu people. Later, you took the betrayed owner's share, took the Bendu ship, and prepared to escape to Sinop, and was sunk by Lukulas's warship before being captured by the Third Regiment."

After saying that, Karabis pushed Demetlius backward, separated his hands and pressed it on the table, and took a deep breath at Demetlius, who was full of flowers, and said, "Thirteen-year-old child, how did you do it? My friend."

"What can I do? I want to survive too. The army of Mitradati knows that I am a tutor. They threaten me with axes and swords, just like you did to me today!" Demethrius's nostrils were flowing, and they shook on his collar. It was dirty and was held down by a group of people. He shouted in anger and annoyance, "The child hid in a secret room deep in the Medicine Temple. His parents were killed on the steps of the temple, yes. I said it, it was me. I just took his family for a year.

It's just two thousand silver coins, there's no need to be buried for him. I still remember the child's eyes after being searched by the Mitradati soldier. He didn't dare to look at me, lowered his head, saw the body of his parents, and was trembling all over, and even scared him to pee. The soldier cut off the child's arms and neck with an axe, and took off all the valuable gold jewelry on him. This is the law of this cruel world. Each of us has a contract and a deal with God. God gives you the gift of continuing to live, and you must exchange it with sacrifice. You are the same, Karabis!"

"Is his father this man?" Karabis took out a plaster head from the locker beside the table and placed it on the table. Demethulus's face twisted, his eyes were about to be protruded. This was the image of a man in the thirty-year-old with a slightly curly hair and a desperate and angry expression. "Yes, your employer was betrayed by you at the Medicine Temple in Rhode Island and was killed. He may be a knight from the Emili family of Sardinia. Now, please take a look, take a closer look, look at the plaster. This was restored by Timothus from his skull. It was too successful."

Demethlius howled and struggled violently. He did not dare to look at the plaster head, "No. No, I say that his name is Box Emili Libidaus, the son of the former consul of Sardinia, Lybida, and his golden ring and the soldiers of Mitradati were given to me."

"Super it!" Karabis drank. Then he saw that Demitrius's hands were cut off, so he asked two female slaves to search him.

A ring rolled on the table. It seemed that Demethlius was carrying it with him. Karabis picked it up, with a few simple Latin letters engraved on it, which were probably the abbreviation of the Emile family. But the name "lepidvs" came out of Demethlius's mouth so familiar, I couldn't remember it for a moment.

"Oh, yes, isn't my original name Li Bida? For so long, I even forgot my original name. This lepidvs is very similar to my name. Fate..." Karabis took off his ring, then suddenly took out his fighting sword and pressed it against Demethrius' neck.

"Don't kill me, I'm willing to continue sacrificing something." Demethlius raised his head, breathing heavily, and asked.

Karabis paused for a while, then slowly put away his sword, "I will not kill you, I don't think Porty would agree. You are right. God gave you something and will inevitably ask you for something according to the contract. Maybe my own debt is not paid yet. But you, Demethlius, are a dirty serpent, and the one who deals with you is not God, but the devil... Now that the gift to you is over, go to the East and go back to your swamp."

Finally, Demitrius, who was released, looked back at Karabis with a complicated expression, touched the wall and walked out. Under the shaking chandelier, Karabis sat down and said nothing, Domufeng came over, "Why don't you kill him?"

"What are the benefits of killing him? This poisonous snake that specializes in carrion is a pair of Pompeii. I'm lazy to break it up." Karabis said slowly, and then gave the purse to Domus, "Say hello to Princia for me."

Four days later, the flock of doves flapped their wings in the blue sky in autumn. A sudden rain flashed over Karabis' head. He was wearing brand new armor, surrounded by a red cloak, cross-body box, holding a Celtic bronze helmet, and under the shadow of the poplar trees, slowly walked up the steps of the Kitchen God Temple and entered the inner holy warehouse. His footsteps of the clear and evangelized in the hall, "Why do you need a room key?" A new administrator, seeing the man dressed in a military officer, looked at him timidly, and asked, when he saw him alone, he coughed twice awkwardly and put the key back.

Karabis smiled at him, then squinted his eyes and looked at the clear morning light falling between the warehouse patio and the ceiling. He had just said goodbye to the Lukulas and the Marcos brothers at Villa Pulaima, and came here because he seemed to have the urge to take a look again in his heart.

"Thank you for the retreat courtyard provided to the Kitchen God Temple... So, before going to the expedition, do you have any ideas to sign a contract with the Kitchen God and the Holy Fire?" Karabis turned around and saw Li Xiliya in a white robe.

The new scale officer of the City Legion held up two jewelry with both hands, "I'm not here to arrange the will. It's not that time yet, but I still ask the virgins to keep these two things."

Li Xilia took it, one was an exquisite gold enamel pendant box, which seemed to contain liquid. "Be careful! There is a highly toxic liquid inside." Karabis reminded.

The second one is a ring engraved with the words "m.p.f", which also carved the avatar of Numa Papilius, the second generation king of Rome and the successor of Romulus. Her expression changed slightly, "This ring seems to be not your property, where does it come from?"
Chapter completed!