Chapter 2 Cyrene Highlands (Part 2)

When Kelly placed the herbs on the small table, the sunlight leaking through the blinds was shining on Tuna's hair and beard. Since "Calabis" stopped coming to Prima Villa, Luculas was rarely willing to let others He moved his hair, so it was quite long and hung loosely on his temples and forehead. He was snoring on the couch. Kelly found that his toga was only half-tucked before he fell asleep.

When the owner woke up, the first question was how long I had slept. The second question was pinching the collar, and then asked Kelly: Am I putting on a toga before going to bed, or taking it off? Kelly thought for a while and didn't know how to answer the master's question, but he saw that on the study table, there were papyrus scrolls with maps scattered across them. There were maps of Egypt, Parthia, and Libya. Yes, Kelly sighed, and persuaded the host in a cautious tone that it was perfectly fine to have a proper banquet, but he still gave up the idea of ​​continuing to write the history of the war, even if it was oral, because the doctor not only prescribed herbal medicine to calm the mind and clear the brain, but also specially Tuna is told not to engage in things that waste energy, especially writing books and biographies.

"I just take a look, just take a look, what Cyrenaica looks like according to the historical writings of Herodotus, as well as the Tostone River, Mount Alatus, and... "After saying that, Luculas sighed heavily and closed his forehead with his hands. Apparently, the "just looking" just now made him overly exhausted. Then he suddenly asked a question, where is my will?

Kelly was stunned for a moment, and then said that he had planned it two years ago and sent it to the Vestal Virgins of the Vesta Temple for safekeeping.

“How much of my assets are left now?”

"There are about four thousand talents left, as your financial slaves have calculated them all," Kelly replied, folding his hands.

"Is the cemetery ready? I think I may need it soon. And give me a pen. I feel that I may die at any time. I need to say something to Calabis."

"Would you like him to come back to Rome, if..."

"No, I don't hope." Luculas opened his mouth, thoughtfully, and then murmured ambiguous words quickly, as if he was hoping that Calabis would appear at his last moment, but he kept emphasizing that Calabis, No. Now Lepidus of Sardinia was being sentenced to "exile" and was unlikely to return to Rome, and it would not be good for him personally.

"Okay, you've been verbose enough now. Please finish the letter as soon as possible and take a good rest." With an impatient tone, Kelly placed the pen box and paper roll, then raised the razor and began to replace the master's "Fixing the facade."

"Kelly, take me to that room." Luculas finished writing the letter. Hand it over to the confidential slave, and then request the closest personal slave like this. Kelly called for a light shoulder cart, placed the owner on it, and then walked through the lush back garden of Prema, which was full of rare trees that Luculas brought back from Xiaoya. At that moment , many scenes flashed before Luculus's eyes, like a Greek opera that kept coming to the stage. He not only thought of Mithridates, Calabis, Murilla, and Scydelius , and even thought of Claudia and Claudius, and Pompey, whom he loved and hated, and now he began to worry about whether he could enter the cemetery behind the Temple of Mars Square for burial after death, where All those buried were people who had made great contributions to the founding of the Republic, but his brain power, which was at the peak of decline, made Luculas confusedly forget about his previous thoughts after he arrived at the other courtyard and got off the couch. , his waist and back were hunched, and he walked to the verandah of the other courtyard. He rolled his eyes with some fear and looked at the wax figures of his ancestors arranged there. Maybe soon he would be lying on a bed full of candlelight, for The person he "sends off" will also put a wax mask on his face after he expires.

Luculas waved to Kelly behind him, and then sat on the stone chair on the porch. Then he suddenly saw his brother Marcus leaning against the tree under a cherry tree. The one with huge breasts Duo Mujiang was kneeling on the ground, using his mouth with a mole to gently wrap little Marcos, sucking slowly and carefully. Marcos' face was half-raised like intoxication, and he saw At this scene, Luculas's tears suddenly flowed down. He didn't know whether his younger brother would be able to enjoy this kind of joy unrestrainedly after his death. Servants, patrons, cooks, and people like Domuru Will the high-class prostitutes who served Marcus scatter? Will Prima turn into a ruined ruin in just a few years, or become a free slave nouveau riche who became a prosperous baker in Rome? The back warehouse under his name was transformed into a mess and without any elegance.

"What happened today? It seems that the things on my mind are too complicated." Luculas secretly laughed at himself and walked into the courtyard. There were actually many senior workers there. When they saw the master, they all evaded it. On the side, on a brass shelf in the courtyard, all the Phoenician purple robes "collected" by Luculas were drying. This dye can only be extracted from a certain kind of rare shellfish, and each piece is valuable. Tens of thousands of drachmas, and Luculas owned hundreds of these robes after returning from Asia, and even joked that if half of the Senate's father's clothes were bitten by insects and rats Finally, there is no need to worry, he can rent out the collection to meet urgent needs.

But after so many years, these purple robes are still hanging here day after day, swinging boredly, just like his own years.

Suddenly, when Luculas was stroking one of the robes, something rolled out from inside, fell and tumbled on the ground, making a crisp sound. Luculas squinted his presbyopic eyes and slowly picked it up. It turned out to be an ordinary copper coin of As. "Where did this copper coin come from? Did the goddess of fate give it to me? No matter how much wealth I have before, in the end I only need this little coin to cover my mouth and give it to Dijon in the river of Hades?" Luculas seemed to understand something, and his body was empty, and he sat on the ground, The whole courtyard was in chaos...

At this time, in Cyrenaica, Lepidus was ambitious and commanding a huge plan to revive this wealthy city-state. He played a trick and bribed the Roman supervisory officials. He created a guy named "Ambrosius" in Cyrene, with all the files and asset certificates. He then used this pseudonym to infiltrate the Eunomian Colonial Committee and became the chief of the Cyrene Committee. If nothing unexpected happens in the future, this Ambrosius will be the chief elder of Cyrene Curia.

This makes it easy to do things, such as building a giant seaport dock, and occupying the largest local land. (To be continued...)