"We dominate all the peoples in the world, and then we are dominated by our own wives." - Grand Gatag

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In Lukulas' camp, several confidential slaves were dealing with the previous list of slaves released by Apis. These names were copied on documents for future verification. Lukulas put Sura's gift "Memoirs" on his knees. He had no intention of reading these words tonight, because the urgent envoy from Rome just arrived, and rumors finally became a reality: soon, Pompey will lead a new army to land in Silesia to take over his territory, reputation and team.

As we all know, when Sula was at its peak, he and Pompei were Sula's right-hand man. The two young people competed with each other. However, in his later years, Sula gradually began to dislike the self-proclaimed and vain Pompei, who began to be wary of his ambitions and power-grabbing, and handed over the heavy responsibility of entrusting the orphan to himself. But because of this, Lukulas and Pompei began to openly hostile to each other. Then, as long as Pompei ascends to the coast of Xiaoya, all his dreams and honors of Lukulas will be turned into a passing cloud. With a narrow-minded mind and like to seize other people's merits, he will never give up any opportunity to stomp and slander himself in the future.

"Even if I want to fight back, I will be nothing if I lose the legion. At most, I can only be a rich man in Rome." Lukulas pinched his locked brow with his hands in a daze.

"Karabis." At this time, a slave shouted this name and made Lukuras sternly.

Hey, when did this Karabis be liberated as a free citizen? Shouldn't he follow the Princess of Bendu named Adianna?

The next day, Karabis and Porti stood in front of coach Lukulas, "That's right. It seems that Adiana will inevitably make Ben restless in the future - but all this will not have much to do with me. By the way, dear Karabis, maybe I will set off in two or three months and return to Rome City. Now that Adiana returns to the enemy's camp, will you lose your master?" After listening to Karabis's narration, Lukulas drank a hot drink and asked.

"But, I am now a free citizen. I also want to follow you and Potty to go to Rome and find a place to stay," replied Carabis.

Luculas laughed and said, "Dear Karabis, you don't understand what I mean. You may not know that in the eyes of us Romans, even if the slaves became free people, the original master was still his asylum master. He must serve, love and follow the asylum master. This is the relationship between the asylum master and the asylum master that the Romans value the most."

"What you mean is that since Adianna is not here, she will automatically lose her qualification as my assassination master, right?"

"Well, but you have to know that in the city of Rome, the free people without a shelter, their experiences are very miserable - I mean, do you understand?" Luculas's tone became serious, and Demethlius came up with herbs that were specially refreshing. Luculas said, "If you want, let me continue to be your shelter. Demethlius, are you willing to be a free people like Carabis?"

"No, Master. I don't think anything is good about the free people. Like me, I can serve you every day, without worrying about salary, and living a life. Why do you have to be a free people who have to find a way out? Once those free people leave their master's courtyard, they can only sleep outside in the open air and live in cheap and dilapidated apartments. In winter, they can't even make money to buy a piece of cold clothes." After Demethrius said, he gave two winks to Karabis at the steps, meaning that he would continue to be a slave to Lukulas's niche.

But in the end, Calabis pretended to turn a blind eye to Demethrius's "suggestion". He admitted Luculas as his asylum and vowed to leave his corps and return to Rome as a free man. If he was still alone now, he could serve Luculas and be a niche slave, saving worries and effort, and not less money. But he could now proudly announce that he had Porti, his woman, and that he must deliver her to a complete and independent family, even if the family was so shabby and small.

On the other hand, since he recognized Lukulas as the asylum master, it also means some kind of iron-like solid contract - Karabis must carry Lukulas' sedan chair when necessary. If his descendants have citizenship and votes in their hands, they must also make them fully support Lukulas' family political interests.

After signing the master-slave agreement, Karabis and Porti moved the tent out of the camp of the Third Regiment and lived in the same camp with the craftsmen who accompanied the army.

Sometimes, after having sex with Porty, the two of them would lie on the soft mattress, hug each other, and touch the freeman nameplate on their necks, which was engraved with the words "Thank you for giving freedom" and think about their own freeman identity, "What will our future home look like?"

"Well, it's better to have a bread oven, and then there will be three beds, one big bed, two smaller shakers. I hope we will have two children, one boy, who is better strong and will enter the army in the future; the other is a girl, we will love her, spoil her, and when she becomes an adult, we will marry her into a decent family." Porty would then hug Karabis' neck and imagine, "We'd better live in a spacious apartment with cabinets and dining tables, a niche for the gods, silver tableware on it, and a small cage with pet pigeons. We can support the children with our own income - Karabis."

"Yes, children need to receive a good education. Will they be citizenship?" Karabis will be in a small confusion at this time. He could think that if he and Helen Putina had children, would the child be a man or a woman, and how the Amazon tribe would treat their children. Everything is unknown. At this time, he will let the warm Porty hug him tighter, because the other party is his only existing bond with this cruel world.
Chapter completed!