When Kelly rested the herbs on the small table, the sunlight leaking from the blinds shone on the tuna's white hair, and since "Calabis" came to Villa Prima, Lucuras had seldom been willing to let his hair touch, so it was quite long, loose on his sideburns and forehead, and he was snoring on the couch, and Kelly found that his toga robe was only half tucked and fell asleep.

When the owner woke up, the first question was how long I had been asleep, the second question was to pinch the collar, and then asked Kelly: Did I wear a toga before going to bed, or did I take it off? Kelly thought for a while, and didn't know how to answer the master's question, but he saw that on the table in the study, there were papyrus scrolls with maps drawn horizontally, there were maps of Egypt, maps of Parthia, and Libya, Kelly sighed, and persuaded the master in a cautious tone that it was okay to hold a banquet properly, but he still cut off the idea of continuing to write the history of the war, even if it was not dictated, because the doctor not only prescribed herbal medicine to calm the mind and clear the brain, but also specially told the tuna not to engage in things that waste energy. In particular, he wrote books and biographies.

"I'm just looking, just looking, what Cyrenaica is like under Herodotus' historical brushstrokes, and the Toston, and Mount Alatus, and," Luculas sighed heavily, and clasped his hand on his forehead, apparently "just looking" had overdrawn him. Then he suddenly asked a question, what about my will?

Kelly was stunned for a moment, and then said that it had been prepared two years ago and sent to the virgin of the Stove Temple for safekeeping.

"How much of my assets do I have left?"

"There are about four thousand Tallents left, and this is the result of your financial slaves counting them all." Kelly replied with his hand in his hand.

"Is the cemetery ready, I think I'm going to use it soon. And give me a pen. I feel like I'm going to die at any moment. Something needs to be said to Calabis. ”

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

"No, I don't want to." Lucuras opened his mouth wide and thoughtfully, and then quickly muttered ambiguous words, as if he was hoping that Calabis would appear in his dying moment, but kept emphasizing Calabis, no. Lybida, now Sardinia, was being sentenced to "exile" and was unlikely to return to Rome, and that would not be good for him.

"Alright, you're long enough now. Please finish the letter as soon as possible and rest for a while. With impatience, Kelly laid down the pencil case and roll of paper, then raised the razor and began to "fix the façade" for his master.

"Kelly, take me to that room." Lucuras who finished writing his letter. Give it to the confidential slave, and then ask for the closest personal slave. Kelly called for a light shoulder, placed the master on it, and then walked through the lush Prima back garden, full of rare trees that Luculas had brought back in Minor, and at that moment, many images flashed in front of Lucuras's eyes, like a Greek opera that kept taking the stage, he not only remembered Mithridates, he remembered Calabis, he remembered Murilla, he remembered Secledilius, and even Claudia and Claudius, and Pompey, what he loved, what he hated, He now began to worry about whether he would be able to enter the cemetery behind the Temple of War Square after his death, where he was buried all the people who had made great contributions to the development of the republic, but whose brains were at the top of decline, and after Luculas arrived at the courtyard and got off his shoulder, he made him forget about the thoughts he had just had, and he bent his waist and back and walked to the verandah of the courtyard, and rolled his eyes with some fear, looking at the wax figures of his ancestors arranged there, and perhaps soon he would lie on the bed full of candles, and "farewell" for him. A wax mask will also be placed over his face after he has lost his breath.

Lucuras waved to Kelly behind him, and then sat down on the stone chair in the verandah, and then he suddenly saw that under a cherry tree, his younger brother Marcos was leaning against the tree, and the huge-breasted Domus was kneeling on the ground, wrapping little Marcos warmly with his mouth with ecstasy, sucking slowly and carefully, Marcus's face was half upturned in intoxication, seeing this scene, Lucuras's tears suddenly flowed, and he didn't know what to say, until he died, Will the younger brother be able to enjoy this pleasure unfettered, will the servants, the patrons, the cooks, and the high courtesans who serve Marcus be scattered, will Plema be reduced to rubble in a few years, or will it be a post-storehouse in the name of some freed slave nouveau riche who has developed as a baker in Rome, and will be transformed into a mess and decent.

"What's going on today, it seems that things are too complicated." Lucuras laughed at himself and walked into the courtyard, where many of the high-ranking cocoons were located, and when they saw their master, they all dodged aside, and on the brass shelves in the courtyard, they dried all of Lucuras's "collection" of Phoenician purple robes, a dye that could only be extracted from some rare shellfish, each worth tens of thousands of drachmas, and Lucuras had hundreds of such robes after his return from Little Asia, and he had joked, He said that if half of the father's clothes were bitten by insects and rats, he didn't have to worry, he could have rented out the collection to relieve the urgent need.

But after all these years, these purple robes still hung here day after day, boredomly swinging, like his own years.

Suddenly, just as Lucuras was stroking one of his robes, something rolled out of it, fell and rolled on the ground, making a crisp sound, Lucuras squeezed the old flower's eyes, and slowly picked it up, it turned out to be a very ordinary copper coin, "Where did this copper coin come from?" Could it have been given to me by the goddess of fate? No matter if you have thousands of family fortunes in front of you, do you only need one of them in the end, cover your mouth, and hand it over to Dijon in the river of Hades? Luculas seemed to understand something, and as soon as his body was empty, he sat down on the ground, and the whole courtyard was in chaos

At this time, in the city of Cyrenaica, Li Bida was ambitious, directing a huge plan to revive this rich city-state, he played a trick, after buying off the inspectors of the city of Rome, a guy named "Amborodes" was created in Cyrene, and the file assets were readily available, and then he used this pseudonym to infiltrate the Yunonia Colonial Council, and became the head of the Cyrene Council, if nothing else, this Amborodes is the chief senator of Cyrene Curia.

This is very easy to do, many things, such as building a huge harbor dock, and occupying the largest land in the region. (To be continued......)