"In the bedroom, when Andorno was pressed against Hector, her slaves hid outside the door, pressing their ears against the door, and kept **." - Ancient Roman satirical novel

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Lukulas' banquet was held in two halls at the same time, a semicircular hall with columns reserved for the city's nobles. Everyone had a couch next to it, with special slaves and high-end prostitutes (or male prostitutes). The table was filled with eels, oysters, fine pork, hazelnuts and other high-end foods, and Telangen was also there; in the general large restaurant, all the free folks who were sheltered by him gathered around the long dining table, holding huge glasses in his hands, drinking rough but enough wine, eating and chewing vegetables and fine bread, Karabis gave Paruma a small ball, allowing him to play with the children of other free folks in the yard.

Just as he was chewing a strip of pork, he saw Marcos, Lukulas' younger brother, walking around the reservoir anxiously, and he immediately felt something was wrong. He heard that Marcos was slightly mentally retarded, so he immediately walked over and asked Marcos: "Is there any help you can provide?"

"No, no, nothing." Marcos tried his best to maintain dignity in front of his brother's free people, but after walking a few more steps, he sighed, shrugged, and said, "Yes, I was holding the wine cup and lay on the couch and talking to the others. Then the lights went out. I didn't like the atmosphere inside, so I walked out and took a breather here."

"Sorry for abruptness, actually you can't find your way to your room?" Karabis asked.

Marcos squeezed his eyes awkwardly, trying to hide something, but finally revealed: "Freeminist, you won. No woman is willing to talk to me at the party, and they perfunctorily told me because I am the brother's younger brother. I am unhappy. As a result, now, I can't even remember where my room is. It's hard to believe that a person like me has served as a branch officer in the Macedonian province."

At this time, Kelly walked out, he walked up to the two of them and asked what had happened.

"No, nothing is wrong. Marcos thinks there are too many people, come out and be quiet." Karabis quietly concealed the past. He knew that nobles of the ranks of the Lukulas brothers, even if their flaws were known to everyone, he would not want to be exposed in front of his slaves.

After asking the two female slaves on his behalf, Karabis, who knew the path, took Parumma and sent Marcos back to the room. No wonder Marcos, there are countless rooms in Lukulas's mansion. Entering Marcos's room, Karabis was an eye-opener. A room of a forty-year-old man was hung with various cages containing precious birds. Some cages were extremely exquisitely designed, and they were on two floors. Birds could play with leverage and raised up.

This was a children's room. Paruma ran around inside, looking at so many strange pet birds in surprise. Marcos bent over and took out an ivory Egyptian dogfighting chess from the cabinet rack, and was about to compete with the five-year-old Paruma.

"Quick, Marcos, work harder and you will be two wheels ahead of the little pigeon." Karabis massaged the acupoints in his mind behind Marcos (he once volunteered in college and learned some nursing massage stuff). It is said that this is of some effect on mentally retarded patients, and encouraged him.

Marcos, who was eating big oysters, enjoyed the massage, his mind seemed to become much clearer, and he smiled like a child, "Okay, okay, we have to complete this game with the little pigeon as soon as possible before my brother sent someone to find me. Your name is Calabis, right? You are such a good person. My brother is going to build an unparalleled villa in Pulaima, on the coast of Rome...Oh! Calabis, maybe your hands are a little stronger."

"Yes, I'm sorry." Karabis immediately stopped thinking. Marcos said that his brother was going to build a villa in Pulaima. He couldn't help but remember the words of Kaimas complimenting him in the municipal department, which mentioned that if his asylum could let him take over a business or run a building, he would have hundreds of thousands of Seths to make a profit!

Taking advantage of the present, continue to get Marcos' words, "Marcos, you are so favored by your brother. I believe that there will definitely be a place to take care of your interests in this Pulaima villa."

"Oh, this is a secret thing, I won't tell anyone, including you, Karabis-I wish to have a small pond with soft sand and gravel around it, and two real Nile crocodiles--but I don't know if my slutty and slutty sister-in-law Claudiya would laugh at me like she did last time in Campena, she would say, Hey, Lukuras, you have to take care of your brother, don't let him lose Metra, Lisini and Claudi

The face of three families. This woman, she didn't come to Lucius's banquet this time, and my brother and I both disliked her." Marcos led Parumma two rounds in dogfighting, lay happily on the couch, smiled for a while, and called me tired. Karabis immediately carefully held him and lay down with a soft fur blanket. Then Marcos said he would go to bed. Karabis pulled Parumma, and then tiptoed out.

When he came out, Lukulas was standing in the General Dining Room with a nervous expression, as if looking for Marcos, but he was embarrassed to ask everyone about the whereabouts of his brother, fearing that Marcos would be hurt by the rumors of his servants.

"May Lord, your brother said he was unable to drink and had returned to his room to rest. I sent him back." Karabis quickly walked to Lukulas and whispered.

"Thank you, Karabis. Maybe you can tell me about Marcos's situation. I heard that he was very unhappy when he left the banquet just now. Damn-I only talked about the battlefield and politics with others, and I shouldn't have invited these prostitutes to cheer them up. They hurt Marcos!"

"Marcos was very happy before going to bed. He played dog fight with Paruma and won three games in a row." Karabis's words made Lukuras feel heart-wrenching. He mixed gratitude and appreciation and nodded to Karabis, "What job does the Municipal Department give you."

"The service of the Kitchen God Temple, you. You will go to work after one leap month, and you will retreat to the twelve Seths every day."

Lukulas said with satisfaction: "This job is good. I will operate it immediately so that you can become a sacred warehouse supervisor in the Kitchen God Temple. In this way, except for the sacrificial ceremony, you don't have to spend any time and rent out your keys from time to time. But you have to pay attention to stay away from the virgins of the Kitchen God Temple, and it will be a big trouble for them. In your spare time, you may be able to accompany Marcos and bring your little pigeons."

As the banquet was coming to an end, when Karabis went out from the back door, excitedly dragged Porti and said to her: "Go to Delferro immediately and rent a high-end apartment near the wealthy Paladin Mountains. I'm going to do a big deal. By the way, how much savings do we have now."

"Even this time, there are nine hundred silver coins of owls." Porty was dragged so hard that she couldn't keep up with the rhythm. She didn't know how excited Karabis was. "I heard that Paladin's apartment would have a rent of five to eight hundred drakma every year, which would cost all our savings."
Chapter completed!