No consul dared to make a major decision without seeking permission from the Senate - Edward Yoshiben

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In the evening of midsummer, Karabis and Milu and several other veterans were naked, plus the limping little Parumma, playing with the ball in the small school field, while Porti and their wife and daughter were talking and laughing under the parasol, drinking mint water, and family matters.

Sometimes, Milu would talk about their enemy Papinena in Spain, and Karabis would joke that in two or three years, we would be able to form a small fleet to kill him. At this time, Milu's expression, as well as Pope and Tagus, were very serious, making Karabis feel that they were not joking at all.

But whenever I hear my husbands say such words, the face of women will be covered with a thick cloud. They agreed that under the leadership of Karabis, every household has lived a good life as a wealthy man in Rome, so why should I keep in mind the hatred of twenty years ago?

This year, Cicero was the consul. The city of Rome was basically calm for at least half of his term. In order to thank him for his performance in the corruption case of Veres, the knights of Sicily donated most of the stolen money returned by Veres to the treasury, but also gave a lot of money to support Cicero's governance. Cicero also made a determined move and used this money to transport food from various provinces to Rome, which alleviated the shaky food supply in Rome. The poor did not have to worry about being hungry, and the rich could enjoy themselves more comfortably.

People, no matter where they are, most of them live alone, not to mention that they are very good now.

A noise came from outside the school grounds, and all the men and women stopped moving and talking. Karabis held the ball still, and he saw that the Katilin, wearing a spotless white robe, walked towards them under the protection of a group of people.

"I would like to express my greetings to you in the afternoon, the rich free people, called Karabis, right? They all call you the 'fireplace madman' now." Katilin's face was always paler than his white robe. He smiled gloomyly, and behind him were several big men in leather armor, some of them Celtics, some of the Spanish Moors, all with daggers and iron sticks in their hands, all with hideous faces.

Karabis winked at Porti and Milu at the same time. Porti quickly pulled Paruma aside, while Milu and the veterans nodded at Karabis and retreated aside.

"Salute to you, the nobleman wearing a gold ring." Karabis rubbed his hands on the sandy ground, and then bowed politely to Katilin.

"Haha, what aristocrat..." Katilin laughed, and kept making denial with his hands, and then said with a hint of sadness: "I originally got nearly 10 million Seths in Apheriga, but now all of them are not included in the treasury. What kind of aristocrat do you think I am still aristocrat? You are really good at joking."

"I don't know where I can help you, respected nobleman." Karabis was tired of playing the game with this guy.

Katilin turned the gold ring on his hand, then looked up and said, "It's nothing. I want to prove my innocence, get back the ten million Seths and advance the implementation of my proposal."

"So that's the case. I can invest in supporting your prosecution."

"Don't pretend to be stupid!" Katilin's face suddenly became filled with ice and frost, "You are a liberated slave of the alien race, a free citizen, why do you make so much money? Don't tell me that it is through law-abiding methods. Langjishi, do you know?"

Hearing Katilin's questioning, Karabis' heart tightened. The thing he was most worried about happened. Langjis's ending of the day was not settled. It was a time bomb for him at any time, but now he could only pretend to be confused. "I'm sorry, I don't know who you are referring to. Langjis I have never met."

Kathirin raised his hands flat and made a very regretful move, and then said, "Carabis, you are really good at it. First, he assassinated Galba of Afriga with Langjis, framed me, which made me passive when I was prosecuted and exhausted my family's wealth. Then you used the reward of the financial backer behind the scenes to support Julius. Caesar's high priest campaign, defeated my best friend Catulus, in an attempt to make me lose support in the next year's campaign. You kept squeezing me on the Colosseum and constantly squeezed me, a free man. Do you think the city of Rome was for you to do whatever you want to do when you were the descendants of the oldest nobles?" The last sentence was roared, scaring the women next to you so much that they covered the children's ears.

This inexplicable remark made even Karabis mist. Damn, isn’t that the financial backer behind Lang Jishi, you?

But before he could ask anything, Kathirin continued to fire: "It doesn't matter, I missed a game in the Senate, but I have a few friends who served as civilian guardians. They have the right to propose public resolutions, wait and see. I will restore the original appearance of the ancient Roman city--every citizen has land to farm, the legion cannot mix with scum and hooligans, and the financial problems can be completely solved. Let you, the bad aliens who bewitch the Romans, go to hell, you will all become slaves under the new policy, because you are born slaves!"

Karabis has heard of this plan of Katilin recently, but the naive plan surprised him from the modern times. It is a plan on land, which advocates the establishment of a ten-person committee to openly auction and sell state-owned land in Italy. The money obtained is purchased from foreign city-states in the form of a foundation, and divides it into small pieces, migrates the poor in the Roman city and distributes them for free, but has no property rights and only management rights.

What a painful solution! You can guess the ending at the beginning. Many of the upstart knights make money by renting state-owned land and operating farms and workshops on them. Now they have to be sold publicly. The first one will raise a sign to object. What about the nobles? Except for some retro-minded stubborn people, no one will agree with this crazy move. Their daily extravagance is achieved through the knight's lending and blood supply; as for the poor, they will not buy it - stay in the city of Rome, and can live a life by selling tickets and eating relief grain every year, and enjoy the trophy of the legion, there are cheap prostitutes to play with and cheap slaves to serve. Who is willing to go to a colony thousands of miles away and live a hard life of repairing the earth?

What are the glorious traditions of ancient Rome, what we want to retro, etc., you can just talk about it on weekdays. In fact, everyone is afraid of people in front of you.
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