I put out his fire

The fire in Latham was caused by arson.

Menci Otto.The former aristocrat, the high priest, also fought side by side with the emperor as a general, but he lost his life because of selling private salt.Now he has set fire again, and is suspected of buying a burning house at a low price to obtain real estate.

The confessor was Julia the Great Virgin.When Agrippina had her hair shaved and her first nail pulled out, she admitted that Munch had borrowed the fuel.

The court re-examined the remains of the fire, found some unburned wood, and compared it with the fuel of the temple.

In order to make the sacred fire resistant to wind and moisture, the temple will pour a phosphorus-containing potion on the fuel.The court also found the potion's ingredients in unburnt wood.

Munch became a wanted man in Rome overnight.

Julius has just returned from the barber shop on the square.The barber shaved his beard and sideburns, and trimmed his fingernails.

Since Menxi, he dismissed a large number of eunuchs and paid more attention to personal hygiene.Having lost his daughter and grandson, he has been a loner for a long time, and the return of his first love made him 20 years younger.

He got out of the carriage and passed the street wall next to the house, on which Munch's wanted notice and reward were posted.

Julius' eyes were dark, his fat nose moved, and he tore off the arrest warrant.

Munch came from the temple to meet him at the door, dressed in a bright light blue toga, with oriental oils on his blond hair, and he even used lipstick.His food and clothing costs are no different from those of his master, and smart slaves treat him as his wife.

"My Uriel is back." He smiled lightly.

Julius washed his hands in warm water, looked at his blond hair and blue eyes, and said in a low voice, "Didn't I tell you, my dear? You can't approach the door, because people will find you. You know, the whole city is looking for you now." , your bounty is enough to buy ten shops."

As he said that, he touched Menxi's hand honestly, and said with a smile, "But... I like that you took the initiative to pick me up, it makes me feel at home."

"I know." Menxi helped him into the house, "No one knows you better than me."

The two of them walked past walls painted with murals of nude girls and came to the bedroom.Munch took off Julius's robe and hung it on a hook made of a hook made of an eagle's beak.

A gold cylinder slipped from the robe.Menci picked it up.

When he realized that it was the Herald Day to mobilize the army, his eyes changed, and his hand holding the golden cylinder trembled.This long-lost touch ransacked his sanity, and Monhi arched his body, suddenly feeling sad and excited.

"This is my Herald Day. My daughter Messalina stole it in an attempt to launch a coup d'etat. Since then, out of caution, I have carried him close to me." Julius took the golden cylinder , hung it on the hooked beak, and glanced at Menxi, "Your eyes are red, and you look very excited."

"It's just that I haven't seen it or touched it for a long time." Menxi rubbed his reddened nose, "I used to be a general who fought in all directions, holding countless heralds...I miss it so much."

"Compared to the heralds you held in your hand, I can only mobilize shrimp soldiers and crab generals." Julius said while wearing silk pajamas, "Although they are soldiers stationed in Rome, their numbers are small and their quality is similar to that of similar soldiers." The guards are incomparable, they don't have to go to the provinces to fight, they have long been used to laxity."

Menxi took a deep breath, closed his eyes and said, "I have lost so much...my soldiers, my mansion, and my identity. Even my brother is suffering in prison, and I can't save him. Now , all Rome is eager to get my head."

Julius embraced him, patted him on the shoulder and said, "I will treat you well, Mendy, and make up for what you lost."

Menxi calmed down quickly, squeezed the crow's feet at the corner of his eyes, and squeezed out a bright smile, "Thank you, Uriel."

Julius gave him a sly look, leaned closer and said, "Dear Mendy...can you call me master?"

Menxi was startled for a moment, then pushed him away silently, took off the Herald Day again, stroked the she-wolf engraving on it carefully, and said, "You should put the Herald Day first, my Uriel. This stuff is no joke."

Julius raised his eyebrows knowingly, and stuffed the Herald Day into the small cabinet beside the bed.

Munch walked to the glass window, and the light filtered by the stained glass illuminated his face in colorful colors.

"How is the outside world?" He looked out of the fence through the stained glass, "I haven't been out for a long time.",

Julius fastened the neckline of his pajamas, sneered, and said coldly, "My former son-in-law is dead."

As if being shocked by an electric shock, Menxi's expression instantly turned grim, and he said in shock, "The emperor... is dead?"

"His funeral was just three days ago," said Julius. "Thanks to him, the baths and the theater were free for three days. The baths were overcrowded, and a slave child was trampled to the bottom and drowned... "

Meng Xi didn't have the patience to listen to his speech, and asked directly, "How did the emperor die?"

"Food allergies, at least that's what the palace's obituary says. However, who knows the real cause of death, and I'm too lazy to investigate." Julius mocked, but after a while his mood became depressed, and he said sadly, "God My daughter and grandson were taken away, leaving only a granddaughter Octavia who was born disabled and used to smoking marijuana, and an emperor’s son-in-law who was older than me. Now even the son-in-law is dead.”

Menxi's throat rolled, and he asked, "Who is the new emperor?"

Julius snorted, and said in a strange way: "Who else? Of course Augustus's direct blood relatives. Except for Nero, who else has this qualification? I have foreseen that he will withdraw from me soon after he takes office. The only army left in my hand. It seems that I should buy a vineyard in Naples and spend the last part of my life with you leisurely..."

Menxi pursed his lips, fell silent, showing a hostile face, and did not respond to his proposal.

……

When Octavia and her passionate lover returned to Rome from Naples, the first thing they faced was the news of their father's death.

At this time, Claudius' funeral had been completed for three days.

Octavia hunched exactly like her father, lying on the ground, embracing Claudius' limestone pillar, crying, "Why do I have to endure this upheaval? Why do I lose my favorite just after I get a lover?" my father……"

Agrippina was dressed in black silk, with a cold expression, watching her from a distance in the corner.

Octavia's lover was the young judge who was mentioned at the dinner that day.He was very clever, asked the slave for a black cloth, wrapped himself up, and stood quietly to one side.

Octavia cried so hoarsely that she didn't even bother to put on her mourning clothes.With the help of the little judge, she got up slowly, and shouted to Agrippina in the corner: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? My father is dying, but I am eating lobster and fish roe by the sea..."

"Uncle's greatest wish is that you have a good home." Agrippina walked out from the shadow of the corridor and said coldly, "I am guarding his wish."

Octavia cried even more fiercely, "The best person for me is gone...From now on, I will be a dumb person who has nothing to say..."

Agrippina raised her hand high and finally landed gently on her humped back, "Don't be so pessimistic, Octavia, you will get used to it."

Octavia wiped her tears with her sleeve, and cried: "If I could predict my father's death at this time, I would have dinner with him every day, quit marijuana, and learn to weave woolen cloth. Obedient daughter...I regret it so much..."

Agrippina frowned slightly, her stern eyes showed some sadness, "Listen to me, Octavia, the most powerless thing for a person is not death, but the unpredictable time of death. I have experienced all your pain .”

Octavia wiped her tears.She was so sad that she had to be supported by the little judge to stand.

Agrippina looked at the little judge coldly, a pair of brown eyes crawling back and forth across his body like snakes.This was the only person who could have threatened her son, even if the chances were slim.

"Has the wound on his face healed?" Agrippina asked knowingly when she saw that his skin had returned to its original state, with a lukewarm tone.

The little judge subconsciously felt cold, and stammered, "Yes..."

"It seems that you were very lazy in Naples." Agrippina had ulterior motives, "I heard that people who don't like hard work will heal their scars faster than others."

Feeling the pressure of being overwhelmed, the little judge broke out in a cold sweat, thought for a while and said: "I am indeed not diligent, and I have been whipped by my father for this. But I am used to being lazy, and I will not be able to change it for a while..."

Agrippina looked at his sweaty face and continued to ask: "Let me ask you for Octavia's father, can you shoot arrows and swords? Can you ride a horse? How many books have you read?"

The little judge said in a low voice: "I can only ride a horse, and it must be a pony or a pony. I have only read books about law, and I haven't dabbled much in other fields."

Agrippina's eyes relaxed, "Yes, he is an honest child."

The little judge wiped his forehead, and the winking slave offered him a handkerchief.

Agrippina Lingran stood in front of the plaster statue of the dead emperor, and asked in an interrogative tone, "What are your plans for the future?"

The little judge's throat rolled, his face turned pale, and after thinking for a long time, he said slowly: "I will marry Octavia, and then move to Naples with my parents, away from Rome, where I will buy a rose Garden, from then on I lived a life of selling romance..."

When Octavia heard this, she gave him a relieved look, and leaned on his shoulder involuntarily.

The little judge glanced at Agrippina and asked cautiously, "Excuse me... is this okay?"

Agrippina smiled, with a bit of a smirk, and said softly: "Of course. But you must remain absolutely loyal. Don't think that marrying the princess can surpass your own class and identity. As long as there is a little If you are unfaithful, I will order someone to peel off the skin on your back, and pull out all your teeth."

The little judge shuddered, nodded repeatedly and said: "I will give my whole soul, there is no doubt about it."

Octavia, the little girl who was in love, clicked her tongue twice, touched him with her elbow, took his arm, and said angrily, "I believe in Asi. He is very kind to me and willing to move to other provinces for me. I believe He will be loyal to me."

She has a happy face, her sunken nose is pouted, her red and swollen eyeballs are bulging because of laughing, and her hump is like a hump.

Her figure and face are always showing how much malice a god can bestow on a woman.

Agrippina looked at her for a while, feeling a little contemptuous.She turned her head, faced the little judge and asked, "What do you like about Octavia?"

The little judge glanced at his lover who was clinging to him, thought for a while and said, "I like her simplicity."