"He is not like a Roman man, but he is a good man." At the dinner table at night, Tagus's woman said to Porti, "My man will only comfort me when he is about to have a baby, and then I have given birth to four daughters. I will come in - every time he has a child, he will walk in drunkenly, make a big fuss, and say what to do in the future dowry."

"Don't we have Karabis now? Sometimes, I think he is the messenger of God. He came from the far east and met me and you." Porti's voice was still a little weak. After taking a sip of the mackerel egg roll, he looked at it with joy with his eyes slanted, and sat blankly on the shaker, staring at Karabis who was sleeping son. It seemed that he would not have the heart to eat for a while.

But when everyone left, including Parumma, who was pulled away by his tactful veterans' wives and went to Milu's house for the night, Porti, who knelt in front of her husband and helped him clean his body, clearly saw the restlessness and high spirits of "Little Karabis".

Porti smiled and understood that she could go out for two months to fight. In addition to the few months she was pregnant, her husband who could actually remain ascetic must have been so unbearable that she could not bear it. She gently pulled up the curtains of Little Leo's shaker, and then continued to kneel down, pressing her fingers on Karabis' buttocks. Karabis shook, and the wounds were a little painful when Porti's thick and tight lips wrapped in warm saliva and sucked his little Karabis slightly, Carrabis suddenly forgot the small pain. He closed his eyes and pressed Porti's swinging hair and forehead with both hands. He felt that the bone marrow and blood in his body were sucked away slowly by Porti's mouth.

In the room, the "tsk tsk" sound became increasingly dense. Portie's mouth was shriveled because it was necessary to keep the vacuum. She sometimes put the little Karabis into the deep valley, sometimes pulled it to the mountain, and sometimes gnawed it lightly in the center from time to time. Karabis's back gradually became more and more bowed. The expression on his face was just grinning, feeling that the front end of the little Karabis was about to swell to burst.

Finally, with a "bang", Porti's mouth loosened, and little Karabis threw it on it like a bullet stick. Karabis looked down and saw Porti, who was kneeling with round buttocks raised, raised his face. Looking at his eyes with white eyes, he could no longer bear it. He shot out a wave of "gravel" violently like a crossbow, hitting Porti's nose, cheeks and neck "destroyed".

"Is that OK?" asked Porty.

"No, there is still the reserve team not investing!" Karabis, who obviously disagreed, picked up Porti and placed it on the couch next to the shrine, and pressed it on, "No, no, Karabis, you can't press on my chest, it's just because it's filled with milk, and it's swelling and painful." Porti screamed in pain first, then smiled and pushed Karabis' upper body up, hooking his neck, "Let's be gentle."

Porti, who had just given birth, had a slightly fat figure. The soft bulge on his lower abdomen was shaken back and forth with the impact of Karabis one by one, which was very interesting. Coupled with the unique faint wet and fishy smell of breastfeeding women, it was definitely a magic medicine for aphrodisiac. So in a few rounds, when Porti closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and twisted the two "buttons" on his chest, Karabis' reserve force was instantly damaged and he could only lose and surrender.

"Do you still want to go to Etruna?" Porti turned his side, gave up half of the couch, signaled Karabis to lie down, and then touched the man's chest and asked.

"Yes, Crassus will ask me and the administrator Delferro to his house tomorrow night, and some things have not been handled." Karabis kissed Porti's Khan's forehead, "In a while, you, Parum, Little Leo and the others will stay in Apiron. Don't be here, the suburbs will be safer and cleaner."

The next evening, Karabis, who seized the time of Leo's nurturing and fought with Porti for three consecutive times, had his feet weakened and he stepped down the stairs step by step. The smiling fatty administrator Delferro was waiting for him with a few people in the aisle on the ground floor.

"Oh, my friend Karabis, I have to remind you solemnly that even though this apartment is made of brick and stone, the movement between you and your woman is too great, like countless roaring stone throwers or crossbows--god, you haven't come out for a day or a night." Delferro complained seriously, and it was not until Karabisse gave him ten dinars that he shut up.

At this time, Crassu's courtyard was full of people. The clothes were covered with thick asbestos strips, with sharp axes, sticks, and several ox carts and mule carts for carrying water. When Karabis was puzzled, Crassu walked out of the wing of the courtyard, followed by several high-level slaves who were good at calculating. When he saw Karabis, he hugged and kissed enthusiastically, and then complained: "There is no way, I spent a day here, Sometimes if you want slaves to be tools for money, as the master, you have to guide them in your own way of calculating and managing. It's so tiring." Then Crassus pulled Delferro over and said, "Tonight, Karabis will follow you and take these things." As he said that, he handed over a few rolls of papyrus to Delferro. The fat man spread it and looked at it a little, nodded, saying, "Master, you should go to rest as soon as possible."

A group of people pulled the vehicle, Delferro and Calabis walked to the axis street of Rome, and finally stopped at a warehouse-like place. Delferro said a few words, and some of the people covered their heads with their cloaks, entered the warehouse, and then took out a lot of things. Under the candlelight on the wall, Calabis saw it clearly. These things were tinder oil tanks, flax strips and wood sticks, "Come on one place, be quicker." Delferro handed a roll of papyrus to the leading guy and whispered.
Chapter completed!