"There is Paladin Mountain ahead." In the shadow of the building, Kelly looked at the smoke rising from a distance and judged, "We turn left in the street ahead."

Kelly was right. There were no signs in Rome. People could only rely on landmark scenes: temples, mountains, and fruit trees to judge the direction. Near the big racing yard at the corner, Carabis saw that there were some beautiful courtyards standing faintly on the Paladin Mountain in Kelly's mouth. It must be the place where the most powerful people in Rome live. In the center of the backyard, there was a proudly shack standing. All kinds of people were filled with all kinds of people, with various furnaces, lit up smoke, praying devoutly, and wandering around the shack. This was how the smoke Kelly saw just now rose.

"That was the founder, the cottage of the great Romulus once shepherded, and now it has become the most prosperous place of incense." Kelly pointed to the direction where Karabis looked and introduced.

Perhaps this is the charm of ancient cities, with luxurious new buildings intertwined with dilapidated and ancient traditions.

They soon turned into the block where Mount Evandini is located, a large cave for immigrants and poor people. Every guy who had just arrived in Rome to try his luck was settled here, because the rent and living money here were the cheapest. The dense shanty towns spread along the mountain and spread to the Tiber River on the other side. The alleys were covered with pure soil, winding and muddy, and pigs, dogs, and chickens passed by it, without avoiding humans at all. Between a large group of shanty towns and broken apartment buildings, there was often an old but majestic mansion, like a white swan squeezed into a pond full of gray ducks. This must be the courtyard of the oldest aristocrat in Rome.

Calabis wanted to see the legendary Roman Central Square, but Kelly had no intention. When they arrived at another section of the city wall at the foot of Capitoë Mountain, they walked out of the city gate. There were the Temple of Belona and Apollo. There was a relatively secluded neighborhood between the two temples. After turning around, Kelly parked his mule cart downstairs on a two-story apartment building behind the street. This was a courtyard built of wood and soil. In the middle was a patio-style courtyard, with some wood figures, firewood, and narrow peripherals piled up in a mess.

The stairs stretched to the second floor, and the railings were decorated with these cheap flowers and plants. When they entered, the residents, citizens, free people and slaves in the building were sitting together on the dining table in the patio, gathering a platform of a small dining table, eating and chewing, and seeing Karabis and his party, a fat man wearing a silver necklace hanging around his neck and wearing a piping dress, stood up kindly and greeted enthusiastically: "Welcome to our vici! Enjoy today's Compitania Festival, a festival for all people."

Vici, in Latin, means intersection and neighborhood.

Kelly smashed a purse directly on the fat man's chest, "There are a hundred Seths here." Then he pulled Karabis forward and said, "It was Crassu's people who introduced us to stay here. The family will live here, and arrange it immediately." Then Kelly leaned on Karabis' ear: "I will leave immediately, don't ask me what I'm going to do, you will move the things in the mule cart and your women and children to the room. This apartment is Crassu's property. Don't worry, don't move around, wait for my next instructions."

After saying that, Kelly walked to the gateway, watched carefully at both ends of the street for a while, pulled out a box from the mule cart, and hurried away with the other two.

"Hello, the free people from other places, my name is Delferro, and I am also a free people from Greece. I am the administrator of this neighborhood. I am honored to be able to take on this glorious position. I clean the intersection every day, give sacrifices to the guardian of the neighborhood on the altar, and collect one-tenth of the rent as a reward. By the way, your name is Karabis. Judging from your appearance, you seem to be an Asian." The fat man's mouth kept on his mouth, and used the key to open a room on the southwest corner of the second floor, and then enthusiastically wanted to take his slaves to help Karabis carry the things on the mule cart below.

"No need!" Karabis grabbed the fat man's hand, then nodded apologetically, indicating that he could go out and do his own business, and then walked down the stairs step by step. Parumma was guarding the mule cart outside the door. Karabis was in the noisy and dancing tenant group, with Porti, and all of them were moved to the open space of the room, and then carefully tied the door.

The apartment room is very simple, it is a large square shape, separated by wooden boards on the right, and a separate narrow bedroom is divided into a long and narrow bedroom, with an old bed inside, with a scattered curtain; the left side is separated by a curtain, inside is a stove and a dining rack blackened by fireworks, which seems to be the kitchen; the room divided in the middle is a brazier, and there is a rough and dull niche on the wall, which is empty, and under the niche is a thick wooden dining table and four chairs. Karabis shook around and hung the pigeon cage on the windowsill against the corridor outside the door, saying to Paruma: "Just play with your pigeons here, don't make a sound."

Paruma nodded and quickly lay on the windowsill. Porti walked over and whispered, "Maybe I should go out and buy some bread and vegetables."

"Well." Karabis then sat on the chair, dazed and calmed down the excitement he saw and felt today. It turned out that what Kelly said was right-Rome City is not an eternal capital made of marble, at least not now, now it is indeed a big pigpen!"

In the evening, Porti bought bread, pies, lettuce, charcoal and other debris from outside. Karabis raised a brazier and stayed close to Parumma to keep warm. Porti was busy with food in the kitchen. Soon, a narrow window against the wall heard a sound and scream. Karabis rushed into the bedroom, pulled out a broad sword from under the bed, and stood by the window to observe. A four-story apartment building across two blocks was burning, with people screaming everywhere, footsteps and sirens, which seemed to be an ordinary fire. I thought it was too, this kind of thing that was built up layer by layer with mud and wood immediately turned into a big torch when it encountered the fire. The same was true for the building he lived in.

Within three quarters of an hour, a huge collapse sounded, and the apartment fell completely. The dark gray fireworks rolled up. It was finished and turned into a piece of rubble in the city of Rome. At this time, Porty's toast and lettuce pie were served, and Karabis and his adopted son began to swallow it.
Chapter completed!