Pulaima's dinner was open, and the entire artificial lake was erected with bright lights like stars. Lukulas and Marcos brothers faded out of the political scene of Rome for a long time. This time, they made a high-profile comeback with "full firepower". The entire tree-shade and large restaurant were filled with noble men and women. Many people drank in beautifully carved boats on the lake. High-ranking slaves in silk purchased from the East were brought to Duomu Foot, playing harp, flute, and dancing. As for Kelly, he brought other people, holding copper hooks and standing by the lake, because people would fall into the water due to indulgence. At this time, the copper hooks came in handy.

Many noble ladies and socialites were competing for beauty. They all set their sights on the tuna of their abandoned wives, including his property, but they sang and sang all over the villa, but they could not find General Triumph. They only saw the armed slaves standing in front of the independent study, and they could only be afraid of them.

In front of the floor-to-ceton wooden bookcase in the study, Lukulas was wearing a shoulder-shouldered Toga robe, holding Altolicus, standing with Crassu with a happy expression and Caesar with a face on his back. Princia leaned gracefully on the couch, Karabis stood in front of the window with his hands crossed, and at the entrance of the study was Demitrius with a respectful smile.

"Does your master abandon the reputation of a soldier for the sake of the triumphal ceremony and spend money to give me personal gain?" Lukulas said with a smile, obviously very happy.

"Yes, I have to thank you for your generosity with Karabis. I have not delivered this sword at the public banquet. I have done the money." Demethlius faced the other party's ridicule and did not respond to any counterattack. He didn't want to or could not go against the road. This is the rules of the game. He understood very well.

"Pompey is about to fail. According to your convention, should we change to others because of future issues?" Lukulas did not forget the rebellion of the former Jewish people.

"No, Your Excellency General is the master who deserves my lifelong service." Demetlius replied very simply.

Lukulas sneered, then handed the sword to the Jewish, and then added: "I heard that your master had a terrible hemorrhage disease during the war in Little Ya?" Seeing the Jewish nod, Lukulas said: "There is something called civet in my kitchen. It can be cured. When your master returns to Rome, you might as well ask him to send someone to me. In addition, if you lack purple robes in the triumphal genre, you can also seek my help. There is a room in the Villa Purma, which is full of Phoenician purple robes, and there are as many as 100 pieces, and you can lend them out at any time. Although your master borrowed hundreds of Tarante from me when he cleared out the pirates before, I was willing to trust his debts and credit."

Demethlius maintained a kind of cold gratitude and said a few polite words. Then he took a sword and said goodbye in a mess.

Seeing the other party's back, Lukulas felt that the long-term depression had evacuated a lot. He and Crassus couldn't help but laugh and slapped, "Everyone, go to the banquet as much as you like!" Then he came to Karabis and whispered: "Are your woman Porti coming?"

"I brought her to see the scene, but she was in the main seat and was with Domus."

Lukulas slapped Karabis's shoulder: "Walk with me and I will introduce you to everyone attending the meeting, introduce your outstanding combat achievements, and let all Rome see heroes from Asia Minor."

When the Lord and Karabis left for a while, Porti lowered his head and stood in a corner of the study. Crassus opposite turned his head, and the expressionless goldfish eyes looked at her coldly, making Porti's hands tremble. Then Crassus nodded, indicating that Porti could move forward. Princia next to him laughed and brought a glass of wine to Crassus, while Caesar raised his head, looked like he had seen nothing, and walked out...

"Do you know you're in love now?" Crassus asked Princia to pick her nails and asked Porty casually.

Porty nodded.

"When it comes to beautiful female slaves, it seems to evoke memories of my youth." Crasso took a sip of wine and placed the golden cup on the small table. "My father and brother died in the turmoil of that year, Mallor and Qinna. I was wanted. I fled to a cave near the sea in Spain, with three friends and ten followers. The lord there hid me. Then he saw that my friend and I were young and strong, so he gave two slim and beautiful men.

The Spanish slave girl came to the cave for our entertainment." Then he stared at Porti, "To be honest, I am very obsessed with the unrestrainedness, enthusiasm and perfection of the two slaves. I enjoyed them for a long time with my friends. So far, I still feel a little unforgettable - but I know that the blood of the Roman nobles was shed. Once the situation stabilized, I left them and married the eldest brother's wife without distraction. This is called Family. I don't know if you understand?"

Porty was afraid of Crassu in front of him, so he nodded and shook his head.

"Dear Lord Crasus, it is useless to tell her that these are useless. In my opinion, this kind of female slave is no different from the women in the streets of Tuscany. They constantly use their charm to lure men to give for her, and they also look disdainful to the gifts that have been exhausted by men. They have to empty the men in the world. Today, if you want pets like rabbits, you will have to have beautiful jewelry tomorrow, and then expensive furniture and apartments. Now they still occupy the position of the mistress of Calabis." Princia attached to Crasus' back, staring at the restless Porty and said, "Now, this woman probably thinks that she has given birth to a son and a daughter for the man, and her merits will be fulfilled and she will be on par with other Roman women."

Crassu waved his hand a little unhappy and intimidated: "After all, the children are all Karabis' blood, so don't worry about it. Hey, woman, Karabis needs a considerable marriage. He is now a new knight with a golden ring. I will decide for him the woman's choice. As long as you have this marriage, Karabis will be prosperous. As for your woman, your treatment must be much better than the two female slaves I met. The status of your son and daughter will be recognized by Family. I can even consider letting them marry the children of the noble family now. After you die in the future, you can also enter the cemetery owned by Family."

"You are so lucky. People who are born into female slaves, I am surprised that a person like Lord Crassus will be so tolerant of you. It shows how much he appreciates your man?" Princia couldn't help but laugh with charm.
Chapter completed!