"I know, I know, the citizens of the Korough District. But you also have to know that you are the only one district left, and you are still unwilling to accept the gift of kindness and insist on making things difficult for the former consul, the great general Lukulas, because you support that bastard Pompei?" Kelly said, holding up a purse with his left hand, "This is five hundred dinars, Karabis!" After hearing this, Karabis also raised the purse he brought, "This is another purse of five hundred dinars, double, all of yours. Listen to me, give up going to the sheep pen, don't interfere with the normal voting procedures, go back and hug your woman to sleep - the civil guard in your district is doing this now." Kelly said proudly.

"Damn bad slaves, you actually bribed the civil guardian!" The leading man shouted angrily, and the citizens of the Koro district behind him also started to yell, "Don't defile our politics! Get out of the way!" After that, the group of people held the torches and squeezed up.

"Puff!" The cloak on Karabis's body was splattered with blood. He looked closely and the dagger in Kelly's hand passed through the throat of the leading citizen man, "Let me tell you what Roman politics is!" Kelly pulled the man's hair and smashed him to the wall of the alley on the right. Then he pulled out a broad sword from behind his waist. With a sound, he cut off the man's head and threw his head into the crowd opposite. Several people were slumped on the ground in horror, watching the bloody head rolling around between their feet like a ball.

The rest of the people who followed Kelly drew their broad swords one after another, "Hey, Karabis!" Kelly turned his head and reminded him dissatisfiedly to him who was a little lost. So Karabis also drew his sword, "Now, who else wants to talk to me about political issues?" Kelly intimidated.

The citizens opposite were shocked. Some held the wall in panic and were eager to run away. Some looked at the people behind uneasy. The crowd was still hesitating whether to continue moving forward. "Damn it, do it!" Kelly ordered in a low voice. At this moment, Karabis suddenly snatched Kelly's wallet and his own wallet. He hit the crowd twice, causing a lot of screams, "Didn't you hear it? Get back, put your women and children in your arms to sleep. Do you want them? Get back!"

In the end, the citizens still took two purses and ran away in a hurry. "Bastard Karabis, I have killed a guy, but you threw all the money out, which is equivalent to giving one more." Kai used his cloak to wipe the blood on the dagger and complained.

Then, when he returned to the newly opened tavern, Kelly threw Karabis a silk dress, "Put him and make it decent."

"What is this?" Karabis asked.

The two men who came together, holding chalk mud and volcanic ash, painted the words "Lucius Lisini Lukulas sincerely greets all the citizens of Rome" on the walls of the tavern. As soon as the proprietress finished painting, she ran out loudly and shouted to everyone with her waist, "This vici patron saint will punish you, you professional hooligans in sheep pen, gangsters who doodle everywhere, wait, I will immediately accuse you from the bald and charming municipal official, punish you to go to the Temple of Fire for three months of hard work!"

"Put your clothes and bring this purse with you." Kelly ignored the boss's anger and gave Karabis a heavier purse. "You sit in the pub immediately. When you see someone sitting opposite you, you can just take ten dinars to him, don't ask anything more. The rest is just your reward. Also, this is a letter of recommendation from Publici. The matter is over. Take it to the Roman Municipal Administration. Someone will arrange a job for you." Kellyse gave Karabis a small bronze tube, then patted his chest and left with everyone.

Karabis, who had changed into a silk robe, wiped his hair, walked to the boss lady who was pointing at the back of Kelly and others, cursing, and took out ten Drakmas, and bounced into the boss lady's Spring Mountain Valley one by one. "This is the loss of graffiti, and I have my seat prepared for me." The boss lady saw Karabis in a well-dressed manner, and she was still unforgivable. She gestured to Karabis with anger and shouted: "Don't think that ten Greek silver coins can be sent. I also have to use this money to buy salt and fig leaves to calm the anger of the patron saint and the door god! Come in and sit."

Gasing Karabis sat tiredly in the seat near the street, and placed the blood-stained Lukulas on the seat next to him, and threw the same blood-stained purse on the table. The proprietress then brought him salt and cabbage, and a plate of clams poured with vinegar and spices. "This is for calmness. After coming to Rome for a long time, you will get used to this kind of thing."

The sun shone into the window. Karabis leaned on the table and chewed heavily. After a while, the door was pushed open. Several people with dishes on their faces walked in, looking embarrassed to say something, the boss lady leaning on the counter touched the back of her neck with her hands and winked at them in the direction of Karabis. The other party understood and moved closer to Karabis.

Karabis looked up at these people, then remembered Kelly's words, and discharged a sufficient number of blood-carred dinar silver coins from his purse. The men followed with a slightly shy expression, one of them nodded at Karabis, "Tell your master, the citizens of Rome sincerely welcome him, welcome him to appear in the triumphal sensation in the city."

Then, people came in one after another, and Karabis bit the clams while distributing silver coins, "Who are you?" Suddenly, Karabis pressed his hand on the purse and asked a ragged guy.

"Citizens of the Subra District, descendants of the thirty oldest clans of ancient Rome. Is there any problem?" said the dirty guy with a crooked mouth and coveted.

"Are you a citizen? But I remember you. When I walked through Mount Katopier in the morning, I saw you begging in front of the Temple of the Isis. You think the free people in a foreign land are easy to deceive, huh?" Karabis then raised his sword, "Don't let me see you again, get out of here."

"Brother, he is indeed a citizen. Give him the money and send him away." On the other side, the boss lady came over and threw a piece of wheat cake to the guy. Karabis was skeptical and only sent him six silver coins. The beggar didn't say anything. After taking the wheat cake and silver coins, he asked the boss lady if there was a better quality female slave to be happy. The boss lady reached out and the beggar gave a dinar to her palm, "By the way, don't forget to send some olive oil and wine in." After that, he happily went into the backyard.
Chapter completed!