Chapter 15 Epilepsy (Part 2)
On the roof, in the light, Claudius, Curio and Antony, the three "Roman dancing kings" and "golden youths of the new generation", are like charming elves in the night. Among them, Claudius is the most handsome. The screaming prostitutes, craftsmen and unemployed people shouted: "Since the Senate where Cicero is located has blocked my noble blood tree as a barrier to your hearts, then I will simply give up this This useless bloodline, long live the Roman Republic! Long live the common people! From tonight on, I will give up the glory of the Claudius family and become an adopted son in an ordinary civilian family. My adoptive father is also here today. He is a commoner upstart. The hero who captured the Eagle Flag in Tirin's Conspiracy, Calabis Cornelius!" Amidst the cheers, Claudius deliberately omitted the "Marcus f" at the end of Calabis to give people His adoptive father had the impression that he was a down-to-earth and brave Roman naturalized commoner. The enthusiastic crowd lifted the stunned Calabis, like a star at a concert, and passed him from hand to hand, directly to the roof of the grain warehouse. Claudius hugged and kissed him passionately, making him neither cry nor laugh.
"From now on, I am Preliss Claudius Calabis, and I will run for the tribune of the people under this name!" Claudius specifically changed his name to a new one, and the people below were all jumping up and down. Shouting this name, the mountain shouted long live to show support.
Then Claudius continued to encourage: "Great Roman civilians, look at the gorgeous yachts floating on the Tiber River. They are all losers in the Asia Minor War. According to ancient tradition, they should all be taken to the Vatican He was killed at Leah Ridge. Tonight, let us all show the power of civilians. Let us kill one of the kings, and then release another of the kings. Let the purple-robed fathers in the Temple of Concord let the ridiculous so-called General Pompey, see the power of our civilians. No law or authority can restrain us. We are the winners of this war!"
Hearing this, even Calabis was stunned. He seemed to see a devil being released from Pandora's box: Claudius, a stallion and playboy, was inciting populism just like Caesar or Catiline. He is extremely talented, but he does not know how to advance or retreat as well as Caesar, but he is more radical and terrifying than Catiline.
"Who is in the first yacht that docked?" Claudius asked Curio quietly as he looked at the crazy crowd of people.
Curio replied: "I heard that the Armenian prince Tegre the Younger and the Godini King Charnus united to rebel against the Armenian King Tegrenis, because after Tegrenis was defeated by the tuna, he had The crown was given to young Tegre, who promised to inherit the throne, but later reneged on it. Young Tegre contacted Charnus, who had been dissatisfied with his father for a long time, and launched a civil war. Pompey intervened, arrested the two men, and prepared to do so. The little Tegre was sacrificed on Mount Vilia during the great triumph, and Charnus was put back after the triumph.”
Calabis next to him was quick-hearted and quick-tongued: Charnus seems to be engaged to the current Queen of Eubotia, Adiana. No, even if I'm sorry for Poti, Adiana is also my woman, so we can't put these four together. The teenage guy put it back and took possession of Adiana's body - she was mine! "I heard that Godini is just a small vassal state, so in order to prevent everyone from causing big trouble, just kill him if you want. I will pay you fifty talents!" Karabis wanted to see it at the auction. He raised his finger like a wine vessel he liked, and the Three Dancers laughed heartily. Then he issued an order to the people to execute Charnus and let little Tegre go, and announced a sufficiently generous reward.
Poor Charnus, as soon as he stepped off the gangway and landed, he thought that the people holding torches were spontaneously coming out from the city to welcome him. However, he was immediately dragged to the street by the violent crowd and torn apart, while the little Tegre on the deck Under the guard of the Pompeian envoy who was also stunned, he did not have time to go down for the time being, and thankfully hid in the bottom cabin and shivered.
At the corner of Ostia Street over there, the armed slave team hired by the Senate to be responsible for security and fire protection also came with lights on. They heard the news that there was a riot here, and they hurriedly came to suppress the situation, but But they were blocked by more people in the street, and people on the rooftops cursed them as lackeys of the Senate, throwing stones and dung buckets. After a while, the armed slave team was defeated.
So Charnus, Godini's "wise and great" king, who devoted himself to conquering Armenia and surrendering to the Romans during the war, was now a victim of the mob. His gorgeous clothes were torn and looked like a pile of rubbish. While being pushed around in the streets and crowds, the Roman people, whom he had never met before, used the most cruel and horrific methods against him: beating him violently with wooden clubs, gouging his nose and eyes with their hands, and cutting his clothes with scissors. He was beaten, but because of his extreme panic, he couldn't even make a sound of pain. In the end, people pushed him to the ground and kicked him down like raindrops.
Most people don't even know why they hate this foreigner. Some of them are stimulated by the reward of fifty talents, some are just here to get depressed, and some think that it is a great pleasure to kill a noble king. Anyway, in the end, in the eyes of the four people on the roof, Charnus, who had expired, almost turned into a pile of rotten flesh, his head was horribly swollen, and he was just a rotten melon with its vines broken. The crowd slowly dispersed. Calabis and Claudius provided a relatively good view, but there were still a few girls laughing and joking, running up to the body of Charnus, lifting up their skirts and peeing on the body, causing bursts of laughter and boos from the crowd. .
"Wait, we have to tell little Tegre who is still on the boat who saved him tonight!" Carabis reminded the people around him that this was a win-win deal for both sides. Little Tegre would be grateful to him, and similarly, "Big Tegrenis" would be grateful to him because he hated Charnus. Although Armenia was far away, it was just like Adiana, and it was a long-term investment.
"Do as my adoptive father said, and throw the body of this unfortunate guy into the Tiber River!" Claudius laughed wildly, and put his arm around Carabis's shoulders, and shouted that what happened tonight was the proof of the strong bond of friendship between the four of us. From then on, everyone would rise and fall together. After the promise of a reward in a month, Claudius and others jumped off the roof one by one amid the shouts of the crowd and ran away along the alley.
Carabis hurried to his own warehouse dock and called out the trembling hired workers hiding in the attic dormitory, asking them to send Tegret away on a cargo ship and not stay in this troubled place any longer. It would be best if he could return to Asia Minor. He knew that Cicero and Cato would not give up on him after they knew about this.
The best thing now was to muddy the waters thoroughly. (To be continued.)