The civilians around, including the parents of the naughty children, were shocked. In the dust rolled, several naughty children bleed, curled up and down, rolling and moaning. Karabis stood up straight, shook his hair, breathed a long breath, and whispered to Porti: "Tighten Paruma and follow me."

At this time, the people who reacted began to surround Karabis. One of the young nobles, who looked like the guy who followed Katilin in the square yesterday, intimidated Karabis: "You are finished, aliens, have you hurt the citizens of Rome, or during the day, your behavior is equivalent to night thieves. We have the right to whip you and whip you until death, which is completely in line with Roman laws."

In the crowd, Karabis pulled Parumma tightly, while reaching his hand to the hilt of the sword under the cloak, and replied to the young nobleman in Latin: "Too for tooth, eye for eye, insult me, and beating him with a beating. If I whip me, I will be rewarded with a blade." This sentence is actually the "lynching revenge" in the "Twelve Bronze Forms" quoted by Karabis. The young nobleman was stunned. The free people of the alien race actually talked about the law?

"Stop thinking about it. You are an alien and it does not apply to Roman law at all."

"iurisgentiumsunt, itaqueinteromneshomines, sivecivesromanes, siveperegrinos, valent!" Karabis retorted quietly as he walked, meaning "the law of all people applies to everyone, whether they are Romans or aliens."

Earlier, Rome had only one set of civil law, which was applicable to citizens; later, with the increase of foreign affairs disputes and the increase of foreign people, a set of civil law was formulated. Karabis was not afraid of these people at all. Kelly's actions that day were very clear. What kind of civil privileges were just the fig leaf of the poor who received relief food and begged for food from warlords and chaebols.

The noble young man was anxious and shouted: "To kill this alien, at most, to pay his lord. The citizens of Rome, are there no laws or God protecting you?" The civilians were motivated and rushed forward, holding wooden sticks and iron sticks. Karabis gritted his teeth, pulled out a bright short sword from under his cloak, and made a stinging posture like a legion soldier (actually he would not do the next step at all). "Get out of here, don't touch your family." The people were shocked again and retreated one after another.

Just when the situation was stalemate, a tall and thin old man wearing a white cloak outside shouted, "When was the court in Rome placed in the neighborhood?" Everyone and Carabis saw that the man was the Greek rhetoricist Telangen, who was captured by Sinop. He came from another intersection and happened to see this scene, "Oh, isn't this my old friend Carabis? Have you also returned to Rome with General Triumph Lukulas?"

"Yes, scholar! I came back on the Apollo, but you and the general were in the VIP cabin and didn't notice our whole family." Karabis shouted.

"Don't call me a scholar, it makes me too weak." The thin old man walked closer to the crowd and said, "I am also a free citizen of Lukulas now. Under his protection, I want to open a rhetorical college in the city. Do you know where Lukulas's mansion is? Rome is simply an disorderly grocery yard. Sorry, its streets are almost straight. It's really a life-threatening."

The noble young man was eager to show off his power and cursed, "Get out of the way, Greek man", and rushed towards Terranian to fill him with his old fists. Carabis hurriedly shouted, asking Terranian to get out of the way, but Terranian's punch opened a dojo on the bridge of the "Golden Youth". The guy leaned back, carrying a rainbow-like nosebleed.

Then, Telangen jumped into the crowd, blocked left and right, and quickly knocked over several guys holding weapons in a few moments, which made Karabis stunned.

Finally, the group dragged the young nobleman and a few naughty children, and they all turned around. Terranian murmured, "Don't call me Greek," and reorganized his slightly scattered white hair with his hands, and smiled at Karabis, "Friend, can you take me to the general's mansion? I think we should go the same way."

Walking in the bustling neighborhood, Telanion asked, "I don't know, Karabis, you actually understand the laws of Rome."

"Yes, I used to serve the Lord in the military camp for a while, and he carried many books of the law with him," Karabis recalled.

"Yes, but Calabis, I sincerely suggest that in the city of Rome, what you need to learn for a long time, but not the law, you know that lawyers and service are the starting point for Roman citizens to enter politics, and they will not give aliens a chance in this regard. You might as well study rhetoric. As long as you gain the essence of the Greek school, it is so pleasant to open a small college on a scenic island to eat expensive slaughter, and you will not lose because of your free citizenship." Telanian suggested with a smile.

Karabis lowered his head and thought for a while, then saw Porti and the little pigeon behind him, then ran to Tyranian and asked loudly: "Scholar, what is your boxing skills just now?"

"Oh, that, that's a little study in my amateur. It's called Douquan, which is a combination of Greek boxing and Thracian ancient martial arts. I went to Summito Island in Thracian when I was young."

"But, didn't Centurion Hebrida often mock the Greeks for not having physical strength and fighting spirit?" Karabis continued to ask in surprise.

Telanion curled his lips: "Maybe, maybe we think too much about philosophy. But the Greeks are not weak. For example, I will wrestle, fight fists and swim, which are some extra ways for us Greeks to cultivate sentiment."

"Then please tell me about this kind of fighting fist!" Karabis yelled and begged.

The Greek scholar stopped and smiled gently: "Karabis, with your proficiency in language, I think learning rhetoric and logic is the best. And you actually want to learn this last skill, which really surprised me." Then he helped Karabis up with one hand, "But studying is always good. After going to meet Lukulas, the next day you came to a white building with a garden in the mouth of the river to find me. The tuition fee is not missing, fifteen drachmas a day, and we are old friends, which is enough. Generally, I teach rhetoric from fifty drachmas a day."

Damn, fifteen heavy silver coins a day, then after learning, at least one or two thousand Drachmas will be reimbursed. However, in a city full of whirlpools like Rome, as a slumber, what you must first learn is the skill of protecting yourself.

After a while, in the elm bushes on the Paladin Mountain, the gate of the Lukulas mansion was open friendly. Karabis walked in and respectfully guided the new master Telanian into the walk. Beside the grape trellis and the fountain in the front yard, many free people who were protected by Lukulas and the nobles in the city stood there. Kelly gave money one by one and delivered the wallet to Karabis and said that the other party praised it with admiration: "It was done well in the triumphal style!"

"Everyone, I, Marcos and Kelly, thank you for your arrival, and even more for your assistance in the triumphal genre." On the arcade, Lukulas, wearing a purple robe, walked out with his younger brother Marcos, and then he stood there, not knowing what to say - after he stepped down as consul, he was part of the Senate, and his political career had reached its peak, or the end, and then he placed his last hope and energy in his life on the war against Mitradati, hoping to be immortal in the history of Rome, but the result of this war cannot be said to have lost, but it cannot be said that he won. In the end, he only brought him a vague judgment, a small triumphal genre that was equally vague.

History has left him behind.
Chapter completed!