Chapter 13 Peculium (Part 2)

But the patron didn't seem to hear it. He placed the sharp sword Autolicus on the ivory bracket of the study cabinet, then took out a glass of herbal wine and sipped it while appreciating it with relish. "Oh, sorry, my son, did you just say that Mithridates' six thousand talents were fake? I'm sorry, I'm not interested in this question. What I'm worried about now is how to spend the money. Maybe Crassus will Disappointed, but I definitely won’t. Although my memory has faded, I can still predict that Pompey will definitely send someone to ask me for this sword within three to five days. He himself is still trapped in Pompeo. Where's the city of Tikabion?"

"Yes, and it's probably Pompey's most trusted slave, the Galilean who betrayed you before." Behind Luculas, Calabis, who had his hands hanging down, showed a smile. What does the Lord desire most? "Leave this negotiation to me, and it will satisfy you, Father."

By the fish pond below the study, Marcus was laughing and playing football with the little pigeon under the shade of the tree. Soon the little pigeon had the upper hand. Meanwhile, Bodie, who was sitting under the parasol, was holding Corinna. Watching from the sidelines.

Little Leo had been suffering from a cold for the past two days, so he was placed in an apartment on Ciucola Street, under the care of a wet nurse and a herbalist.

"I can leave this matter to you. I have already guessed that you are going to complete the handover of this sword at Prema's grand banquet after a market day!"

"Yes, this will relieve your greatest anger, father." Karabis said.

The patron nodded and drank another glass of wine. Then when he wanted to put the wine cup in front of the desk, he staggered a little. Calabis hurriedly supported him, "No, no, the weather may be a little hot today." With his head hanging somewhat heavy, Calabis sat down holding on to the edge of the table. He glanced at the medicinal wine and advised, "These so-called calming medicines will make you lose your mind."

"But I can still gift you with greater power while being sane, my son."

Calabis held the patron's knees and said softly: "Father, I need some money. This sword was taken from your brother-in-law. Although you hate him, he and I both need money to deal with it." Return to Pompey in Rome, I have offended Pompey, and he knows that I will repay you double in the future.”

After hearing this, Luculas was silent for a while and then asked: "Let me guess, that guy Claudius needs money to serve as tribune; and you, son, need money to follow Caesar to Lucita. Nia."

"Yes, Julius Caesar has delayed his appointment as governor of Spain because of his debts. He only has one and a half years left. If he cannot repay his debts, his career as governor and even his future career as consul will be ruined. It will all come to naught.”

"Son, when you and the crocodiles work together to catch food, you have to be careful about becoming their food. I don't like Caesar, he is an extremely dangerous radical figure." Luculas helped Calabis up, "But I Believe you, I will entrust my secrets and draft a peculium to you immediately."

When the word peculium popped out of Luculas' mouth, Calabis shuddered. This thing is "property settlement", that is, the family patriarch uses a document equivalent to a will to separate out part of the property and hand it over to the family. Even if any member is a slave or a slave, this member can still inherit this part of the property after the death of the clan leader.

It didn't take long before Luculas gently held up the peculium amber plate and the estate settlement document stamped with his ring seal, and placed it in front of Calabis, "Here is the estate settlement document of twelve hundred talents. , from now on, it is under the control of my son Karabis**, go chase your dream, take with you the part that I regret missing, my life is no longer an old-fashioned comedy, you may be my biggest gain from my expedition to Xiaoya. "

Calabis's fingers were trembling as he accepted the document, and then put his adoptive father's hand on his forehead, tears streaming down his face, "I don't know..."

After closing the windows that let in and out of the hot air, Calabis exited the study, walked slowly to the lawn beside the fish pond, said hello to Marcos, and then sat under Poti's parasol, facing Corinna, who was just full term. After teasing started, the little girl's eyes hadn't fully opened yet and she could only stare blankly at her father's fingers. Potty handed him a glass of mint water, "Is that sword the sword of my former king?"

Seeing Calabis nod, Potty wiped the sweat from the man's forehead with his hand, "Then you have seen the princess, is she okay?"

"She is very good and has become the queen of the small kingdom of Eubotia." Calabis answered somewhat cryptically.

Potty, who held Calabis's hand, whispered: "With Adiana's temperament, she will definitely ask you to stay in her kingdom, Calabis - thank you, whether you are doing it for the little pigeon or for the profit." Oh, Corinne, you still think there is a family in Rome where you can leave the princess and return, thank you."

"Why don't you talk about yourself?"

"Because we are just living together."

"Do you think so too? Yes, that's right, Adiana and I do, but I won't..." Carabis didn't know what to say, and could only pinch his nose and mouth with both hands.

At this time, Marcos came and shouted for Carabis to join in, and play "three-person ball" with the little pigeon. He could take out ten dinars as a prize. Then seven or eight slaves came, three of them were responsible for picking up the ball, three were responsible for scoring, and someone was responsible for taking the money box. "Carabis, go." Boti smiled, coaxed Corinna, whose eyes were tired and closed again, and gently pushed her man.

In the study over there, Lukulas looked through the window, squinting his eyes, and watched this scene silently.

Carapis guessed correctly. Three days later, someone asked him to meet at a Jewish temple. When Carapis arrived there, he found that the roof and steps of the Jewish temple were destroyed - because Cicero, during his term as consul, vigorously cracked down on usury and excluded Jewish merchants because there was an inseparable connection between the two.

Demetrius, wearing a white corset, led his horse and waited for him at the door of the temple, which no longer had steps.

"Want to take back Autolycus and apply for a great triumphal ceremony for your master? Yes, you can attend the banquet at the Villa Prima in five days and bring 800 talents." Carapis said to Demetrius, standing in front of the ruins of the temple with smoke and dust. (To be continued.)