"These indispensable structural layouts that transport so much water can be compared with pyramids with no use value, or Greek artworks with slightly more useful value."

——A Rome water commissioner enthusiastically praised the water diversion aqueduct in the city of Rome

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When Karabis's team entered the Pulaima, which was full of fruit trees and green shade, many craftsmen hired by Lukulas had already begun to level the land and dig the foundation. Three days ago, Lukulas hired the most famous divination officer in the city of Rome and did a detailed divination of the good and bad luck of the site. The answer was all good luck, so today he was in a very good mood with Marcos, sitting under the parasol, and his wife Claudia rarely sat by the side and ate fresh fruit.

When he saw the few free people dressed up by Claudiya standing respectfully, Karabis felt a sank. There were one or two of them, whom he recognized, both of them were architects and contractors in the city. Claudiya asked them to come in a simple way, which was to instigate her husband and hand over the Pulaima project to these people - this girl could naturally make a huge difference from it.

This girl wants to take the lead and grab my job! Karabis stood in the scorching sun, and his sweat was flowing down.

"A 150,000 Drakhma, is it so expensive? My dear, I don't raise a golden goat, otherwise I'll just cut a roll of golden wool on it to pay." Lukulas said unhappily after hearing Claudia's statement and quotation, thinking that the asking price was too strange.

Claudia's face twitched twice. She was originally going to have an attack, but when she thought about the silver-shining little money, she endured it and squeezed out a smile and said, "Originally, 50,000 or 60,000 is enough, but the cost of opening the tunnel and attracting seawater will inevitably be high."

What!

Karabis couldn't stand it, so he stood up bravely and said to Lukulas: "May Lord, I remember that the design of the tunnel and sea water was first proposed by me. Why has anyone plagiarized other people's creativity now? Originally, these people wanted to pave mountain roads, cross the hills, and then build a waterfront site there!"

"This..." Lukulas said with some embarrassment, "Dear Karabis, I know your creativity, but you are just a free people who have just been released, so where can we get the strength to complete this project? So Marcos and I discussed it and combine your creativity with the financial and manpower of these two contractors. Don't worry, your tunnel is very creative, and I'm ready to pay you three thousand dinar silver coins right away."

Hum? Three thousand dinars buy a creative idea. Yes, maybe I would be happy to agree to Karabis in the past, but now it’s different. Since I’m here, I decided to do a big deal. I’m sorry I’m not interested in this little money.

"Dear Master, I am not without strength. This time I brought all the team." Karabis pointed to Milu behind him, which caused a burst of ridicule from Claudia and the architect. "Claudia, Karabis, why did you call out the group of retired beggars? Let Kelly give them ten Seths and send them all away." Claudiya rolled her eyes disdainfully.

At this time, Kelly came over quickly, but it seemed that he was not here to send Karabis and his group. He ran to Claudiya's ear and said, "Langjis' compensation has been sent!"

Langjis is the nouveau riche knight who once was a lover with Claudia. Last time he "slandered" the beautiful Claudia and said that she was a fire in the fun and a piece of ice in the bed. As a result, Claudia was so angry that she went to settle the score with him. Thanks to Karabis defeated his subordinates with a fight punch, allowing him to be raped by Claudia's slaves again, and avenged Claudia's revenge.

When he was punished, Langjis begged for mercy and said that he would compensate Claudia with 10,000 Drakhma to calm her anger. Now it can be regarded as raising all the money to deliver it.

"Take it up, I'm going to take some money from it and send away the beggars brought by Karabis." Claudiya smiled charmingly and sent a piece of fig into her mouth.

"Dear madam, we are not beggars, we are all soldiers of the former army, who have served under Sura and are confident that they can be competent for any construction work." Milu fought with a hint of dissatisfaction.

At this time, Lukulas' sharp eyes noticed Milu, "Your name is Milu Quintas. You once served in the Seventh Corps of Sula. Later, because of your outstanding performance, you served as a retention officer in the city of Rome. Then... you were allegiance to Mallor and Sethulis, and became the chief centurion of the rebels in Spain."

"Yes, I recognize you, sir." Milu saluted.

"That's all, Karabis." Lukulas stood up from the chair and announced with regret: "I am a general who has just enjoyed the triumphal style. I will not let the rebels accept the project of my villa, which is a pity." After that, he pointed at the engineer beside Claudia, "Fertus."

"It's Portus, the respected General Triumph."

"The tunnel project is handed over to you, the advance payment is 30,000 Drakhma, Kelly will help you do it soon." This is Lukulas' final decision.

Karabis lowered his head, and the wind blew through his ears, his heart full of reluctance, but he clearly heard Claudia and the guy named Portus mock him. He didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was thick, so he came to pass the blame and could only make a laugh.

Suddenly, Claudia let out an angry scream. After she opened the purse that Langjis gave her, she found that it was not the Drakema silver coins, but full of Asci copper plates. Soon, her shouts echoed: "Karabis, I am willing to give you the contracting rights of this project to you, the condition is that you will follow me to the Subra District again now, and I will kill the Langjis guy!"

On the tree-lined avenue where he returned, Milu looked at the somewhat depressed Karabis and comforted: "It's not your fault. Lukuras did it right. A general of a republic should not trust a once rebellious centurion." At this point, Karabis could only smile awkwardly, and separated from the group of veterans who had gone to waste a trip near the holy land of the city wall.

At home at night, Porti brought a plate of "Masa", a paste mixed with flour, honey, oil and salt, and a plate of chestnuts. Karabis and Paruma lowered their heads and ate them. "I heard that things are very important today, will they go smoothly?" Porti pinched Karabis' nose and asked.

Karabis shook his head and said bitterly: "I am not pragmatic enough. I always think about reaching the sky in one step. The most important thing in this city is to be content. What are my dissatisfactions now? There are one or two hundred Drakmas every day. In two or three years, we can still buy a small villa in the Apiron Valley. I decided that I will continue to go to Teranian tomorrow for military training, and that thing cannot be lost."
Chapter completed!