"When I go back, Etruscan and Fesulai, because there is too much death and feces, the plague broke out and must be blocked." A centurion on the post said to the representative of the business group with a expressionless face.

"But..." That means he was ready to say something indignantly.

"Get out!" The centurion was impatient and slapped the hilt of the sword fiercely, expressing his unwillingness to talk about anything more, and if he gets involved, he will talk to it.

In a corner of the military city of Fesuele, on the open ground in front of the temple, several military slaves had already raised large wooden signs. Karabis and several people sat on the long table in front, with special bronze medals hanging in front of them. Free people or knights who were specially released because of the agreement in advance were quoting and bidding for various industries. Habaruka quickly recorded, copied and calculated on the papyrus next to him. This little guy is worthy of being a descendant of the Phoenicians. He has a good set of commercial books and uses the unique shorthand method of the Phoenicians, which is fast and accurate.

At this speed, Karabis quickly sold out all the farms, properties and other things that were arranged in advance, and put the seals of the Legion Commission one by one on each document contract.

This seal was fully entrusted to Karabis for two to three days under the conditions of ensuring that the heads and minds of the army had a generous commission. Neruda and others pretended not to know that because the soldiers did not like long-term business, they only needed hot money, the hotter the better. Therefore, every transaction was completed, Karabis and the others immediately had to pay 10% of the commission, living cash to these warriors.

Even so, it still makes a big profit. The thousands of resettlement veterans in Etruscans, including the indigenous people, were all destroyed in this civil war, and their lives, families and industries were all involved. This was the price they were involved with Katilin. At the auction, all the ownerless industries were cheap. A medium-sized and well-equipped farm cost only 700 to 1,000 dinars, and a pond of 200 dinars. A house with a yard may only cost fifty dinars, and even a complete essential oil workshop with equipment was only 1,300 dinars. It is very cost-effective to buy low prices, buy industries, or sell them at a high price. Habaruka was still writing tirelessly on the book after a day!

Until the third day, when less than a quarter of the ownerless industry was left, the wooden fence on the border of Etruscans was hit by other angry merchant groups. There were signs that they could not hold on. These shrewd businessmen seemed to vaguely know the dirty inside story of the transaction inside. They also hired a large number of gangsters and gangsters, and openly quarreled with the army soldiers, and many people began to climb over the fence regardless of everything.

"This is a terrible commotion, and it must be resolved as soon as possible." Claudi stood behind the wooden fence, shouting at Karabis with the insults flying around and throwing garbage on his helmet.

"Range the array and hit them back."

Claudi shouted, "You are crazy, this is a merchant group, not an enemy."

"Then let go of a road and let these people come in." Karabis spitted, called the soldiers around him to quickly build a military market platform, then stood on it, shouting, "I am the scale officer in charge of military supplies. There is still a residual epidemic in the city, so I can't go forward any further. If you have any transactions and auctions, it's time to solve it here. I'll be responsible for it."

The merchant group and the men, like suicide squads who fought bravely, poured in from the gap in the blockade line and surrounded Karabis's military market. While cursing, they asked Etruscan loudly what industries they had to auction.

"I have four mines and seventeen iron workshops here. They are equipped with complete equipment and can produce excellent quality swords, armor and farm tools, which are better than the products of the Celtics. Everyone must understand that the most precious specialty of Etrusia is this black 'gold'." After Karabis introduced it, he quickly opened it.

"You are still crazy, completely crazy. I remember these things, you said before, they were all reserved by Crassu. Do you dare to sell his things?" Claudius pulled Carabis's arm and whispered.

"What can I do? These people are squeezed in and can't stop them." Karabis looked aggrieved and kept throwing the contract and his wallet into the big box. "You have to believe that Crasus, as a dignified inspector, has a way to solve this situation."

Finally, the group of people in the army took the matter away - when the supervisor appointed by Xiao Katu came to Etruscan angrily, he saw such a bad situation and went around and went back without saying a word, and asked the relevant person to be prosecuted for the crime of corruption and fraud.

Neruda and Metra hiccupped the blame on Claudi and his group. Claudi drank a sip of wine and blamed Karabis. Karabis ate a bite of massa bread, but found that there was no unlucky person who could shirk his responsibility. So Karabis was ordered by two token officials to temporarily take off his military uniform and return to the court in Rome for trial.

"Why?"

What's going on? This time, Katu is so popular that he wants to play me as a small character. On the way back to Rome, Karabis was still wondering, "Oh, my woman Porti is going to give birth. It's so deadly. I have to get out of this lawsuit as soon as possible."

When he stood in front of the court, he not only saw a group of expressionless legal officers and judges, but also Katu and Cicero attended the audience!

This situation is too big.

"Can I get out of this lawsuit?" This is the question Karabis is considering now.

"Your name is Karabis, right? He used to be a slave to the free man, and now he is serving in the army?" The chief legal officer took the lead in asking, condescending.

"Yes, Rong Bing, I am still the hero of this battle. Your honor, I snatched the Eagle Flag of the Cimbri people from the Katilin army." As soon as Karabis said this, the jury and the audience were in an uproar.

Cicero sneered, then said something to Little Gatu. Taylor, the slave of Cicero next to him, quickly recorded the words of the two and handed them over to the legal officer.

"Yes, you are a fighting hero, but you are also a greedy master of wealth making and a broker. If you get into the legion, you get instructions from Crassus and Caesar to seek personal gain in the war." The questioning of the legal officer immediately made Karabis understand in his heart, but he remained silent and spread his hands to hope to see the relevant evidence.
Chapter completed!