"So, when I give a speech, I spread various opinions like sowing, so that no matter what crops grow, I can get something." - Pliny Little's "Letters"

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"So? You ask me to save Yulia?" Karabis felt that Crassu and Li Xilia were always on this matter, and it was definitely not a whim.

"Yes, you have to know that the Emili clan is a descendant of King Numa, and Libidaus is a prominent family among them. But now it has fallen, and Julia has even personally participated in the trade and loan industry, which has greatly defiled the reputation of this ancient family." Crasso said proudly, "Roman has been built for hundreds of years. Do you really think that the ancient families are all from the same lineage? Wrong, many families have already changed their minds for the outside world, but they have already changed their courses. Slaves, housekeepers, and many other branches occupy the nest, even the Brutu family - do you understand what I mean? Karabis."

"I don't understand very well." In fact, Karabis understood very well. The meaning of Crassus and Lishylia was to let him "take advantage of others' danger" and force Yulia to marry him in the name of helping Yulia, and seize the name of Li Bida. But he didn't have enough favoritism for the stubborn little widow, and he couldn't explain it to Porty.

"This is fate, and you should know that you need a true marriage of equality, which is necessary for any man who wants to gain a foothold in the city of Rome." Lishylia's words were also very sincere. She did not mention the legend of "Gonailius" in front of Crasso. But Karabis knew everything about it.

When Karabis was still preparing to be careless, Crassus spoke with absolute request, "I don't want to say it more directly - after the dinner in Pulaima, go to Sardinia, no matter how to pay off Yulia's debts, it is easy for you to get the Opherunu Manor and Yulia together, and then inherit the name of Libida. You are the deputy general of the Caesar Expeditionary Legion. When I come back from Triumph, I will entrust all the industries of Etruscan and Sardinia to you, and you should know the benefits and interests."

"But I'm married."

"Don't joke! That female slave named Porty? She is just a tool for giving birth to you. In the future, Yulia can consider raising you and her son and daughter." Crassus's words were filled with anger and dissatisfaction.

"Maybe she had been a female slave before, but she is my woman now. I don't think I need to marry two wives now." Although Karabis's face was sweating, he still insisted.

"Absurd, two wives! Karabis, I don't want to talk too much with you. Are you insulting me? After I lost my brother, I married my husband-lost sister-in-law. I treated my brother's children as my own and raised them together, because they are all members of the Family. Now Yulia will form a brand new Family with you. Your family and clan name will be passed down from generation to generation in Roman politics, and that one is just a female slave. What qualifications do she have? You are destroying yourself, Karabis!" Crassus was a little incoherent. He slapped suddenly, stood up from the chair, panting.

Li Xilia was on the side. When she heard Karabis's stubbornness, her face became a little complicated. She gave Crassu two winks, and Crassu sat down again, his tone slightly eased, "Listen, I need you now, because my son Crassu will also follow the army to fight for Lusitania. You have to assist him in everything. I forgive your recklessness and abruptness, and I am willing to continue to fund your career, but you have to resolve Yulia's debt crisis, immediately!"

Karabis still stubbornly said that he could help Yulia, but there were no additional conditions. Crassus was too lazy to say more to him and waved his hands directly to him, meaning that he could do this as soon as possible.

Carabis, who walked out of the Kitchen Temple, was in great depression. He felt that he was completely divided. When Adam was in front of Adiana, the ambitious and eccentric descendant of the Mitra family ignited his ambition and fighting spirit; but when he returned to Rome and in front of Porti and his children, he became hopeless and wanted to protect the family silently.

He dared not say which one is right or which one is wrong. But when he does not believe in fate, he seems to be an alien in this world. Even the extremely smart Adianna is not convinced of the dream in the wheat field. In fact, according to the current psychology, she is just a subconscious fantasy that she has just ascended the throne and has a love for herself.

However, it is not easy to change the world. All causes and effects can be explained by dreams, and it can be more acceptable to the world in front of you.

"His Excellency Karabis." Ozawano blushed his face and held the exquisitely carved pillars, and whispered to Karabis, "I heard the words just now. You are a perfect and good person, but this is the fate given to you by the gods. Sometimes accepting fate requires greater courage than resisting it."

Karabis smiled bitterly, touched Zeno's head, and walked towards the Chokola Street Apartment.

When he opened the door, Porti was lying on the couch and not yet asleep. Next to it was the sleeping wet nurse, and the shaker with Little Leo and Little Corinna, the little pigeon Paruma was sleeping soundly on the shaker on the terrace. Everything was quiet. "What are you watching?" Karabis took the wax board she had just watched from the panicked Porti, which was just a few crooked letters and numbers.

Porty hid the thin blanket on his body and said embarrassedly: "I'm just following the little pigeon's homework and learning some common words. Sometimes I have to ask about family expenses." After a pause, she suddenly cried, "I'm sorry, I used to think, Karabis, you are the god who came to me from afar, giving me too much love and pleasure, but sometimes I feel too far away from you, but you have to believe that I sincerely gave birth to a son and daughter for you. I'm very happy and happy... Sorry, I don't want to cry, I just fantasize about it clumsy from time to time, OK, forget this ridiculous wax board and my stupid behavior."

"Why do you forget? You have to believe me, the virgin of the Kitchen Temple said to me that accepting fate requires greater courage. I don't think so. Go to his ghost - I have decided to not fight Crassu hard, I will run to Lusitania to avoid the limelight. Porti, you can raise the children with peace of mind, everything will be fine."

Porty hugged his neck, "Why does it have anything to do with Crassus? Isn't it that Mr. Adianna?"

"It is about the widow of a down-and-out nobleman in Sardinia. Where will I go after the banquet?" Karabis said gently, touching Porty's thick and hard curly hair, and then he comforted Porty, "Adianna, I absolutely cannot marry her. Porty, you have a dowry--the niche of the god of the family, and a hundred Drakmas."
Chapter completed!