The crying of Hebrida became louder and louder. Karabis stood there in the place to watch him. At this time, a very loud noise suddenly came from a corner of the warehouse. Karabis immediately put the dagger across his chest and hugged his waist. This was the "stand-arm skill" he learned from the army soldiers, and slowly rushed towards the direction of the sound source.

Over there, Highbreda was still clamoring, and Karabis said annoyedly: "Stop, stop crying, there is something wrong!" Then he slowly tiptoed and stepped on the thick corpse water. The sharp edge of the sword tip flashed slightly, and then another rat squeak in the corner, scaring Karabis back and leaned back on the pillar of the warehouse, maintaining a vigilant posture.

Now, with the help of the faint light from the tall narrow window, Karabis saw clearly what was making a sound, or rather, it was barely a person, a child of four or five years old, like a dirty animal, with dirty hair covering his face. An iron chain was pulled around his neck, and the chain stretched to one of the wooden cages. A small hole was made in the wooden cage, which allowed him to squeeze in and out. The two adults in the cage, one man and one woman, should be the children's parents, their faces were full of flies flying around, and the bodies were already black and swollen, revealing white bones. The child was nestled in the smelly water and wheat straw, holding a dirty half of the mouse in his hand, chewing the rat's legs in his mouth, shaking and shaking. It seemed that the child was the only survivor among the slaves, and survived by hunting mice.

Seeing this scene, Karabis' hands were shaking and his throat was salty. Even though he had seen countless people during this period, this scene still made him feel angry and painful. After a while of footsteps, Karabis turned around and saw Hebrida also noticed the child. Hebrida came over with red eyes and fiercely. Karabis understood that after Hebrida was angry, he would do the only thing he could do.

The sword flashed, and Hebrida instinctively stopped and jumped out of the killing circle. Then he couldn't believe that his eyes were Karabis, holding the sword and looking at him, his eyes were also full of resentment.

"Get out of here, brother," Highbreda warned.

"Just get out of here, don't even think about touching this child!" Karabis clenched the hilt of the sword and replied.

Hebrida raised his hands and smiled contemptuously, "Karabis, Karabis, do you know how to use the thing in your hand? Play this thing in front of your brother? Well!" Then he kept making provocative gestures with his hands and shouting to Karabis, "Come on! Come on!"

Karabis' palms were sweating, and he paced slowly with Hebrida, but he still stabilized himself, keeping his eyes straight with the sword with all his might, and laughed, saying, "Don't worry, I won't do it first. The legion's stabbing order said, the one who attacked the man later won! You should come first, try whether your own sword is sharp enough, I will kill you, or I will trash you and make you a useless person in the legion, like Batitas. Why, are you scared?"

"Bastard, Karabis, you dare to resist brother!" Hebrida took two steps helplessly and yelled, but because he didn't have a short sword in his hand, he could only temporarily retreat and continue to roar, "You have made great progress in the third team, dare to resist brother!"

"Herbrida, who is always low-level, isn't you just sending money to your wife and children? Why do we do this? You might as well discuss the conditions." Karabis still held the hilt of the sword tightly and leaned against the pillar, but he used both soft and hard work to Hebrida. "This child is your slave, I'll buy it."

"You buy it? Haha, you buy it?"

"Fifty Drakmas, are there enough!" Karabis offered a price, "It's just a child, I'm worth 200 Seths, it's enough. If you are unhappy, I can throw him to you now and see what price you can sell in Bitinia. Also, I'll sell Timothushu's money right away. I don't want it anymore, it's all yours."

"Can you have fifty Drakhors?"

"Don't talk nonsense, do you think I'll lie to you like this!"

Hebrida thought about it for a while and felt that the conditions offered by Karabis were quite good, but he was still angry. He was angry because Karabis dared to resist. He said viciously: "I need another one. I have been frustrated for this period of time. I asked that Potty to let me fuck you all night..."

"Shut up! Porty is my woman now. If you dare to touch her hair, I will rape and kill your wife and all your daughters when I go back to Rome!" Carabis roared.

"You dare!" Before Hebrida finished calling, Karabis roared in a higher voice than him, and even his hair stood up: "Then try it out for me! Do you dare to do it?"

Then, the warehouse fell silent. The two of them looked at each other for a while from a safe distance. Hebrida shook his hand and stretched out five fingers at Karabis, "Don't forget, fifty Drakmas." Then he turned around and slowly left the warehouse.

At dusk, the golden sunlight covered the waves of the Bitinian seashore. The sea was like a golden velvet satin. Karabis pulled a dirty child with a lame and grey dove in his hand, and looked down at it. It was bought by Karabis for three Dracmas at the market. He slowly stepped on the soft sand and walked towards Porti who was waiting for him.

"Is this what you bought from Highbrida?" Portie said with her waist and looking at the ugly kid.

Karabis pressed the child's head with his hand and patted him beside Porti, "Well, his name is Parumma (Dove), Parumma Karabis, and he will become a member of our future family."

Porti held Parumma and said to Karabis: "Go to have a meal, I'll ask the cook to add a small plate immediately."

Two days later, Lukuras came back from the banquet of the Pagama royal family (just a honorary royal family, Bitinia had already vassalized Rome seventy years ago). At this time, Kelly saw Paluma running around Karabis, and blamed him: "Well? This is your adopted son. Don't you know that the adopted son is taken by the asylum to obtain the asylum's consent? You are uncultured."
Chapter completed!