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"Calabis, Calabis, look." Just as he was in full of pride, Poti suddenly pointed to a garden by the door of the backyard, and Calabis looked at it as a familiar figure, the Scythian doctor Timosius who had come with them to Rome, hunched over in front of a row of cages, busy with a knife.

Calabis stepped forward curiously, "Hey, Timosius, what are you doing?" ”

"I'm killing chickens, and sometimes I use a knife to cut off the testicles of a boar, or the pubic door of a sow, and give it to the guests." Timothy didn't look up, but cried out with sadness, "I didn't expect my trip to Rome to turn out like this, this is a place where medicine and witchcraft are not valued. ”

Looking at Timothy's down-and-out appearance, Calabis couldn't bear it, after all, he brought Timosius to this city, this guy can even heal Mithridath's poisonous wounds, and he shouldn't bury his talent in killing pigs and dogs. After thinking about it, Calabis took out a hundred drachmas from his money bag, "You can put this money first, and I will mediate with Kelly or Lucuras during this time to let you leave the kitchen to do chores, and you can open a herbal medicine clinic in Evindini Mountain." ”

On the second day of Lucuras's banquet, Calabis found the fat man Delfero, the street administrator, and explained that he was going to quit the rent, and the fat man was surprised but took his hand with great feeling: "What a coincidence, I have also been promoted—I no longer have to manage this two-story wooden apartment on the outskirts of the city, and the top recognized my hard work and asked me to work as a caretaker in a brick three-story apartment on Jucora Street, and my salary has risen a lot." Well, maybe you can be my first customer now. ”

When the Calabis family, with their luggage and boxes, walked to the newly acquired apartment on Aloe de la Jucola dell Delfero, everything was satisfactory to the family, except for the price: hanging bird cages, beautiful shutters, terraces with circle chairs and potted plants, smooth floors and clean braziers, stoves with white mosaic tiles, neatly arranged imprinted pottery urns, three bedrooms, a small living room, finely textured curtains, and a brick and wood shrine.

"From here, you can see the big square of Rome, with the cattle market and the vegetable market on both sides, and life is extremely convenient." Delfero who walked to the terrace was enthusiastically selling, and Carabis saw that Porti touched this and that, and was very satisfied with the whole state, so he secretly made up his mind and asked Delfero the price, and the answer was seven hundred drachmas a year, but we are old friends, and "faithfulness" is the most important thing in the city of Rome, so just give six hundred and fifty drachmas.

"Yes, we've rented it." Calabis said briskly.

After telling the woman to pay a portion of the rent, Calabis came to a green field at the mouth of the Tiber, as Tylanium had commanded yesterday, and on the way he saw numerous citizens of the city of Rome, carrying baskets, to the little ferry on the other side, and it seemed that today was the day for the distribution of free bread. Tyranion was right, he had built a little white academy here with the help of Lucuras, where he taught rhetoric and logic to the children of the nobility, and when Calabis entered, the fellow was leaning on a circle chair, drinking fine wine, while watching the servant tending to an unnamed flower.

Later, I heard from Tylangnon that he had the qualifications to open a course, as long as he talked about syllogisms to a few noble young masters in this sacred forest, at least this number a year-"Five thousand drachmas?" ”

"Calabis, my friend, you have underestimated me at fifty thousand drachmas, because there are nobles who can spend a lot of money to sponsor me. Yes, my earnings have made my fellow Latins jealous, and I should probably hire a few retired sword slaves from the gladiator school to keep me safe. Tyranion said pleasantly, and then he persuaded Calabis to follow the path of rhetoric again, but Calabis still insisted on learning to fight, and Tyranion nodded, and said to come to me on the battlefield behind the Sacred Grove.

The battlefield is a building surrounded by arcades on all sides, with a flat sand field in the center and some sports equipment on it, which is where the Greeks exercised their physique, and as for the Romans, they went directly to the military academy.

"Calabis, look at my figure." Tyrannan, draped over his robe, asked very seriously.

"Well, it's taller, it's thinner." Calabis replied truthfully.

"It's just appearances." When Tyrannan took off his robe, he amazed Calabis, with his tendons, sixteen neat abs, and Sensen's mermaid line.

"Haode, Calabis, take off your robes." After hearing the tutor say this, Calabis had no choice but to remove his clothes, "Oh my God, Calabis, your body is still extremely perfect, but you lack the tempering of philosophy and physical strength, you have too much useless fat, and your complexion is too pale. TYLANGNON GENTLY COCKED HIS FINGER, THEN POINTED TO SOMETHING HANGING IN THE ARCADE THAT RESEMBLED A SANDBAG, AND SAID, "THIS IS CALLED KORYKOS, AND IT IS THE BASIC OBJECT FOR LEARNING FIGHTING BOXING, AND NOW- GO UP AND TRY IT." ”

CARABIS NODDED, WALKED UP AND SCREAMED, AND THEN THREW A DEAD PUNCH AT KORYKOS, WHICH ALMOST DIDN'T HURT HIM TO DEATH, THIS THING WAS EXTREMELY HARD, AND IT DIDN'T MOVE AT ALL AFTER A PUNCH, WAS IT MADE OF IRON? Just as Calabis was bent down and clutching his fists, tiptoeing and grinning, Tyrannan motioned for him to go away, and then the scholar walked in slowly, punched KORYKOS with great speed, knocking the thing into the air, and in the moment of swinging back, another punch went out, and KORYKOS burst open, and large bundles of leather strips flew out like popcorn.

"While there are a lot of people who say that boxing is about speed and agility, I think the hardness and sharpness of the fists is the foundation of everything. Calabis, your immediate priority is to practice against the korykos, first in leather, then in rags, and in linen. It will get softer and softer, and it will increase the obstacles that counteract your strength, but your fists will also get sharper and sharper until they can break a person's bones. As he spoke, Tyranion took out a piece of cowhide and wrapped it around Calabis's hand finger by finger, "This thing will increase your protection." Alright, Calabis, you can practice here, my students should come. Then Tyrannan put on his elegant robe again, covered the sexy mermaid line, carefully arranged his short hair, and walked out gracefully with a glass of wine.

This old guy is too bad, fifteen drachmas a day, and he will leave me here alone

No way! The liger that runs fast but has no sharp teeth can't catch any prey, and I have only trained in the legion with foot strength and brawn, but I have not been able to transform them into sharp teeth, I must have teeth that can protect myself, protect Poti and Paruma, Calabis arched his waist against Korykos, first striking gently, and then gradually increasing the frequency and intensity.

SLOWLY, THE ARCADE WAS FILLED WITH THE ECHO OF "POPPING", AND THE PAIN OF THE FIST GRADUALLY BECAME NUMB, AND IN FRONT OF CALABIS'S EYES, KORYKOS SLOWLY TRANSFORMED INTO IMAGINARY ENEMIES, HIGHBRID, KELLY, PILITA, AND EVEN ADIANA, THEIR HEADS AND RIBS WERE EXPOSED IN FRONT OF HIM, AND CARABIS IMAGINED THAT THEY WERE BLOCKING, AND HE WAS GOING TO BYPASS THESE BLOCKS AND HIT THEM FIERCELY.

At dusk, when Tyrannan walked into the battlefield with a wine glass, he saw Calabis lying in the middle of the sand, panting and bloodied.