"Miss Mother, I think the one who goes to Langjis now is a slave, and I am a free citizen. According to the rank, it should be later." Karabis hurriedly explained, "Let him be humiliated by the slave first."

At the intersection of the street, Claudiya's slaves were ordered to hold down Langjis, and in front of hundreds of onlookers, they took turns into the knight's throne one by one. The tragic screams spread throughout the Subra District. Karabis looked at Claudiya with a complacent look next to him, fearing that the slaves would not be able to fulfill the pleasure of this female yaksha after the performance. They really had to burn the ointment and go up day and night.

Fortunately, Langjis's cry and the offer of ten thousand Drakma finally made Claudiya satisfied. She asked the slave to tear Langjis's clothes and threw him into the clay pit next to the construction site. Then, she left like a general in triumph.

Karabis, who was driving the way in front of the sedan chair, finally fell to the ground. Then he saw a curly-haired girl in a long skirt with snow-white wavy patterns at the corner, holding the colonnade, looking at him in horror. Perhaps scared by his bloody fist just now, so Karabis smiled at her apologetically. The girl's expression was a little nervous, and then turned around and disappeared into the streets.

"Karabis, you actually smiled at the virgins of the Kitchen Temple just now?" Claudiya on the chariot slammed him in the back with an oxtail, "You ignorant alien guy, no one warned you to stay away from the virgins? Especially the virgin just now, Zeno."

"Yes, the Lord of Pie once asked me to stay away from them, and I will go to the Kitchen Temple to work soon."

"What an errand, of course it would be even better to be the administrator of the holy artifact warehouse in the future." Claudia said casually, which made Karabis very curious about where this warehouse administrator is.

After punishing Langjis, Claudia was too lazy to go back to her husband's mansion. She sent Karabis away and didn't know where to go for fun. Karabis walked into her apartment with her worries, "It seems that my plan to raise fish in Pulama has been approved by Lukulas, but this is far from enough. Lukulas has money. According to Kelly's tone, the budget he invested in Pulama this time will not be less than 150 Tarants, that is, 900,000 Drakhma, and 300

Six hundred thousand Sess quit. Yes, I need money now, and it is unimaginable that I have no money in Rome. I just practiced a fighting fist and consumed three hundred drachmas. With the rent of three hundred drachmas in advance to Delferro, I only had two or three hundred left. So, as long as I can get one percent of the cost of three million and six hundred, I will be well developed. However, I can't recognize any engineer in Rome, even half, what should I do? I'm in a hurry."

At this time, just as Karabis was thinking about it, a man suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes at the market. When he turned around, he saw that it was Fan Luntingna, who was holding a pottery urn, the daughter of Hebrida. She whispered to Karabis: "There is a funeral of a veteran of the Legion. Please attend, after all, you have served in the Legion."

There were more than a dozen to twenty people in the courtyard of Fan Lundingna's broken apartment building. They all came to attend the funeral of a veteran of a certain army (Karabis didn't know what the guy was named). These were retired veterans living in the surrounding slums. In the Roman neighborhoods, there were organizations similar to "guilds". Laundrymen and laundrymen were mixed together, vendors and vendors were mixed together, beggars and beggars were mixed together, and retired veterans naturally mingled with retired veterans.

These fellow workers, together, mainly gather together for dinner, and if one of them dies, the rest will each take out some money to try to hold a slightly decent funeral for the deceased.

Most of these people were in their forties. It seemed that most of them were not doing well. They were dressed in rags. The bond between them was that they had served in Sura's legion. Karabis's Seventh Legion was still Sura's subordinates in terms of tradition, so Van Luntingna pulled him in. After entering the portal, Karabis heard the group of people discussing something fiercely, and was embarrassed to interrupt. He leaned in the corner and was close to Fan Luntingna and her mother. When Hebrida's wife saw Karabis, she smiled knowingly and gratefully.

Later, I finally heard it clearly that these veterans mainly wanted to gather the members and engrave a stone tablet with an epitaph for the deceased. However, after asking about the price, it was too expensive and it actually cost eighty Drakmas. The group of people took a circle but couldn't get it all together. They were just wondering here.

This dead veteran has no land, no descendants, no wives, and no decent inheritance. Would he really have no place to bury him?

The trouble made Karabis feel sour, thinking that he would have to take out ten owls immediately, which was so miserable. At this time, the portal rang, and a bearded man walked in. When Karabis saw it, his first impression was that he was such a hero! His eyes were firm, his chest muscles were well developed, his chaotic hair was hanging in front of his forehead, his hands and feet were extremely strong, and his arm had a legion tattoo.

After the man came in, his eyes swept around, and the veterans also became turbulent. They shouted: "Milu, this is not a place you can come!"

"I came here to attend the funeral of my former subordinates," the man said.

"Milu, you must know that you were indeed the centurion of the Sula Legion, but you later joined the rebels of the One-Eyed Dragon in Spain, and we had already parted ways." The veterans shouted.

"Everyone is dead, who cares about this?" Namilu said angrily.

One-eyed dragon? Karabis remembered that when he was still in Xiaoya, Lukulas and Pompeii were quarreling, and he mentioned a general named Sethulis nicknamed One-eyed dragon, saying that he had defeated the general Pompei many times in Spain. It seems that this person is called Milu, and he should have been a powerful general under the One-eyed dragon back then.

After learning that the deceased had no tombstones were buried, Milu pondered and grabbed his head, saying, "Although he became enemies with this guy later, in the Battle of Piosha, Greece, we all served in Sula's army, and he saved my life - so, the tombstones and epitaphs were handed over to my people to carve, everyone would give a cost fee, just forty drachmas! Leave everything to me!"

After listening to Milu's advice, the veterans did not react much. Some were silent and some whispered. They all didn't believe Milu. After all, they had a relationship with him on the Spanish battlefield. It turned out that twenty years ago, when a civil war broke out between Sula and Mallor, some of Sula's old subordinates, including Milu, were left-behind non-commissioned officers at that time. They defected to Mallor and Qinna in the city of Rome, and swore allegiance to the two of them. Later, they moved to the Marius faction, and fought in Spain.
Chapter completed!