"The Romans were war-crazy, and they had only one motivation, that is, deep-rooted greed." - The Word of Mitradati VI

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After the door opened, Kelly and five or six big men walked in and began to open the luggage piled on the floor: it was full of daggers and daggers, and some exquisite small boxes, which should be valuable things inside, and finally there were a few purse bags. Kelly threw one of them on the dining table and said to Karabis: "Inside are five hundred dinar silver coins - a market in the future, go to the third tavern next to the 'sheep pen' next to the big square, bring the purse bag and sword, don't take this woman and the child, you go alone." After that, Kelly and the group brought the things with them and left quickly.

Later, after inquiring with the administrator del Ferro, Calabis learned that "Market Day" is the calendar that is popular in Rome: the bull market (big market) in Rome is the day of ruins every eight days, and ordinary people use the market day as a way to record the days, which is similar to the following week. So the next day, Calabis covered his cloak and came to the Roman Plaza at the foot of Capitoë's mountain. This is a closed area composed of administrative agencies, temples and colonnades, and is also the center of the political activities of the entire Roman city. The so-called "sheep pen" is the place where the citizens' congress votes - qualified citizens enter a large piece of land surrounded by fences to express their conspiracy and decide to support the prosecutor or support the defendant.

According to Kelly's original instructions, Karabis found the small bar without much effort, located at the intersection of the street entering the "Sheep Pen". In order to get familiar with the situation here, Karabis walked in slowly along the corner of the wall. At the counter was a big breast, with a big breast, with her hair curled on both sides, and a mole on the corner of her mouth was full of charm. She held a wine pot and pointed at the female slaves who were cleaning the store. "Brother, today is a bad day. It's rare that you get up so early, but there is no such thing as you want to see in the big square.

The fight and voting scene - what should I do? The wine from Pohe Manor is best for dipping honey crumbs. Today, there are no customers who will come to visit. It is cheap. It only costs five Ass copper coins (combined with two Seths). "Carabis sat down and took out five Seths, nodded to the boss's wife, and then asked: "I am a foreigner who just came to Rome. I used to serve in the Legion of Asia Minor. Now I am a free man. What should I do in the sheep pen in the future in a market?"

"Young brother comes from the Eastern legion, that's easy to explain. In a market, the civil guards will convene a citizen meeting here. The issue is to decide the punishment for your former commander of Tuna Lukulas. Do you know tuna?" The boss lady smiled and brought a pot of wine and a plate of toast on the table, poured out half of the wine, poured it evenly on the rust, happily collected five small silver coins, and returned to the counter, looking at Karabis with a slant, while using a rag to rub the oil stains on the counter, swaying a pair of big breasts like a bell. However, Karabis didn't want to take out three more Seths, and only got such a "kill to death". He continued to inquire: "Dear boss lady...you have to understand that we foreigners are most interested in this set of things in Rome. I think..."

"Brother, then I have to warn you that in Rome, curiosity will kill strangers like you - add some honey." After the boss said that, he brought a small cup of honey, then pulled his finger out of the honey, slowly smeared on his chest, and pressed it against Karabis' arm, whispered: "What happens every day in the square is those men with the title of citizen venting their meaningless energy. Why should you care about so many free people like the guy? Men go out to vote, which is a good opportunity for you to comfort the women at home. How about it, five more Asi, the female slaves here will be your choice and do things in the backyard."

"Boss, how much are you worth?" Karabis asked with a smile, retracting his arm.

The boss's wife temptedly applied the honey left on her fingers to Karabis' cheeks and lips, and said, "Oh my God, for your sexy and thin lips, as long as you can afford twenty drakmas, or twenty-five dinars, you are also working with me in the backyard."

"Ding Ding Dangdang", Karabis took out twenty drakmas, placed them on the table, then stood up, covered his cloak, "In a market, reserve a seat for me to see the sheep pen in the square." Then Karabis left the tavern.

Seven days later, when the stars were still hanging in the night sky, Karabis finished washing, looking at the narrow black Tiber River at the window, and then walked to the bedside where Porti was sleeping soundly, and Paruma was lying on the recliner in the living room with a blanket. Karabis gently pulled out the dagger from under the bed board, and slapped the purse with five hundred dinars left and right on his waist, and covered it with a thick cloak on his back. At this time, Porti hummed and hugged him from behind, shaking it twice, "Don't forget to come back..."

"Well, keep our money box safe. If you have any problems, take the little pigeon and leave Rome City. The sooner the better, and go to the countryside to spend your days." After Carabis ordered, he turned around and kissed Porti, and then tiptoed out of the apartment.

Walking on the winding road, Karabis exhaled a white breath in his mouth. The gray morning was still very cold. He covered half of his cloak, one deep and one shallow, and walked rapidly on the bumpy road. The quickly retreated on both sides of the road was like the wings of gray bats. But at this time, there were already many people on the road, most of whom were vendors pushing mule carts and stalls, as well as craftsmen who worked, went to the Qiukela Avenue on the other side of the square to attend the market. There were barking of dogs everywhere, waking up the sun.

In front of the coquettish boss's tavern, Kelly and a dozen men in cloaks stood at the door. Seeing Karabis coming, Kelly nodded and asked in a low voice: "Did you bring anything?" Seeing Karabis give a positive answer, Kelly waved his head, everyone followed him and turned into the alley behind the tavern.

When he walked forward for five or six hundred Roman feet, Karabis found that opposite them, about dozens of men dressed in civilians, some wearing garlands, were walking over noisy, tidying up two people and "meet on a narrow road" in the narrow alley.
Chapter completed!