But the Lord Pie seemed to have not heard it. He placed the sword of Altolicus on the ivory bracket of the study display cabinet, then took out a glass of herbal wine, and sipped it, while admiring it with relish, "Oh sorry, my son, you just said that the six thousand talents of Mitradati are fake? Sorry, I am not interested in this question. What I am troubled about now is how to spend the money. Maybe Crassus will be disappointed, but I will never. Although my memory has faded, I can still predict that Pompei will send someone to ask me for this sword within three to five days, and he himself is still trapped in the city of Ponticabien."

"Yes, and it is very likely that Pompeii's most trusted slave, the Galilean who had betrayed you before came to ask for it." Behind Lukulas, Karabis, who was hanging his hands, appeared a smile. He understood what the Lord wanted most, "This negotiation can be handed over to me and will satisfy you in your father."

By the fish pond below the study, Marcos was smiling and kicking balls with the little pigeons in the shade of the tree. Soon the little pigeons gained the upper hand, and Porty, who was sitting under the parasol, was holding Corina and watching the battle.

Leo Little has suffered some cold these two days and has been settled in the apartment on Jukola Street, taken care of by her husband and herbal doctor.

"You can leave this to you. I have guessed that you are going to complete the handover of this sword at a market in Pulaima's future banquet!"

"Yes, this will relieve your greatest anger, my father," said Karabis.

Master Pi nodded and drank another glass of wine. Then when he wanted to put the wine cup at the desk, his pace was a little staggering. Karabis hurriedly supported him, "No, no, the weather may be a little hot today." Master Pi lowered his heavy head and sat down on the edge of the table. Karabis looked at the medicinal wine in a blink of an eye and persuaded, "These so-called magical medicines will make you lose your mind."

"But I can still give you greater strength without being sensible. My son."

Calabis held the knee of the Lord and whispered: "Father, I need some money. This sword was taken from your wife and brother. Although you hate him, he and I need money to deal with Pompey who returned to Rome. I offended Pompey, and he knew that I would pay you twice as much in the future."

Hearing this, Lukulas was silent for a while. Then he asked, "Let me guess, that guy Claudi needs money to be the magistrate; and son, you need money to follow Caesar to Lusitania."

"Yes, Julius Caesar has delayed his time as the governor of Spain because of debts. He has only one and a half left. If he cannot repay the debts, his life as a governor and even his future life as a consul will be in vain."

"Son, when you work with the crocodiles to eat, be careful to be their food. I don't like Caesar, he is an extremely dangerous radical." Luculas helped Caesar up, "but I believe you, I will immediately entrust my confidentiality to draft the share peculium for you."

When the word peculium popped out of Lukulas's mouth, Karabis trembled all over. This thing is "property separation", that is, the core patriarch of the family uses documents equivalent to the will to dispose of part of the property and hand it over to any member of the family, even if it is a slave, free and civilian, after the patriarch's death, the member can still inherit this part of the property.

Not long after, Lukulas gently held the peculium amber board, stamped the birth-distribution document with his ring seal, and placed it in front of Karabis, "This is the birth-distribution of Tarante. From now on, my son Karabis will be freely controlled. Go and chase your dreams. Take the part I regret missing. My life is no longer an old-fashioned comedy. You may be the biggest gain of my trip to Xiaoya."

Karabis' fingers trembled, took the document, then placed his adoptive father's hand on his forehead, and tears flowed down, "I don't know..."

"It doesn't matter if you know, Karabis, you are a member of my family lia. I'm just driving my potestas. There's nothing to be surprised about. Isn't it natural for parents to cultivate their children's future?" Then, Lukulas seemed to be the herbal medicine that took effect, saying that I felt tired and needed a rest. After sleeping, my mind would be much clearer and I had to write a book.

Close the windows that were entering and leaving the hot air, exiting the study, Karabis slowly walked to the lawn beside the fish pond, greeted Marcos, and then sat under Porti's parasol and teased at Corinna who had just been termed. The little girl's eyes were not yet fully opened, and she would just suck her father's fingers blankly. Porti handed him a glass of mint water, "That sword is the sword of my king before?"

Seeing Karabis nodding, Porty wiped the sweat from the man's forehead with his hands, "Then you see the Queen, how are she?"

"She is very good and has become the queen of the little kingdom of Ubertnia." Karabis replied with some concealment.

Porty, who held Karabis' hand, whispered: "With Adianna's temperament, she will definitely ask you to stay in her kingdom. Karabis - thank you, whether you are for the little pigeon, for Leo or Corinna, you still think that there is a family here in Rome where you can return from the princess, thank you."

"Why not talk about yourself?"

"Because we are just a lover relationship."

"Do you think so? Yes, yes, Adianna and I do, but I don't..." Karabis didn't know what to say, and could only hold his nose and mouth with his hands.

At this time, Marcos ran over and asked Karabis to join in, and played "three-man ball" with the little pigeons. He could take out ten dinars as the lottery. Then seven or eight slaves came, three were responsible for picking up the ball, three were responsible for scoring, and some were responsible for taking the money box. "Go to Karabis." Porti smiled, coaxing Corinna, who had her eyes and closed her tiredness, and gently pushed her man.

In the study over there, Lukulas looked at the scene silently through the window, squinted his eyes.

Karabis guessed correctly. Three days later, someone asked him to meet in a Jewish temple. When Karabis arrived there, he found that the roof and steps of the Jewish temple were destroyed - because Cicero vigorously cracked down on usury during his tenure as the consul, and excluding Jewish merchants, because there was an unsatisfactory relationship between the two.

Dmitrius, dressed in a white trouser, led his horse and waited for him at the door of the temple where there were no steps.
Chapter completed!