Simulating the Universe, Starting with Speedrunning Greece

Please do not confuse the audience. In this sacred Roman Forum, I swear to the gods...

Do you dare to say that you have never said such humiliating words before?

It's unbelievable that as a rookie in the Pompey family, I could hear such vulgar words coming from your mouth.

He even denied his sacred words before the statues of gods in public.

If you don't know the law, I can teach you. If you want to trample on the law and treat Roman law as a toy, are you ready to bear the wrath of the people? "

At this time, the civilians who had been paying close attention to the development of the situation were caught off guard.

Everyone started talking, and they kept hearing words like: "I didn't expect Mr. Strabo to be this kind of person."

'Slandering others is a capital crime.'

'This is too tasteless.'

The people's discussions turned into bayonets that helped to increase the momentum of the night and continued to attack Strabo.

The words that Ye spoke calmly dealt a blow to Strabo's comet.

His face suddenly turned pale. It was over——!!!

If the rumor that he had ignored Roman law was proven true, even though he, as a nobleman, would not be actually executed, he would still be in great trouble.

The most important thing is that after this incident, his support rate among the people might drop a lot in an instant.

How can we trust a person who does not abide by the law to protect the interests of civilians?

Strabo finally realized that he had made a formalistic mistake, and he immediately wanted to save himself and prove his innocence.

“I didn’t mean that, Lord Lista.

Sorry, I apologize for my inappropriate words and am willing to pay you the so-called...

Well, spirit..."

Ye: "Mental damage compensation..."

"Yes, I am willing to pay you this fee as an apology. Please forgive my unintentional mistake.

And my personal mistakes are definitely not enough to represent the entire Pompey family."

Strabo took a step back to advance, and simply admitted his mistake sincerely, showing his sincerity, but he felt extremely aggrieved deep down in his heart.

Ye: "There is also damage to reputation and life safety protection fees..."

Strabo Pompey suppressed his anger and said, "...! Just tell me how much you want."

These are all kinds of miscellaneous fees that I have never heard of.

If it weren't for the need to protect his image in the eyes of the public, he wouldn't spend a penny.

Night: "Ten talents."

Strabo: "You are crazy!!! So much?"

As mentioned before, it was the currency unit in Rome. One talent could directly fill a box of gold, and ten talents meant at least ten boxes of gold coins.

He just said something foul, and he has to pay so much money?

If the Pompey family knew about this, even if he was the most outstanding young man of this generation in the family, he would definitely be severely punished when he returned.

Originally, I just wanted to spend some Oris to get the matter over with, but I didn't expect the other party to ask for such a huge amount.

Ye: "Mr. Strabo Pompey - compared with your life, I don't think ten talents are much.

You can choose to refuse the peace talks, but I also have the right to defend my rights under Roman law.

I believe the court will give us a reasonable result.

If you think this is too much money -

Tiberius - If you were kidnapped by pirates and the pirates asked you to write to your family to ask for a ransom, what price do you think you are worth?

Tiberius: “…Uh.”

Tiberius, who already knew what Ye meant, was a little hesitant in his heart. He wanted to cooperate with Ye and say more, but he was not so thick-skinned.

Tiberius finally calmed down, but at this moment, a cold and tough voice suddenly appeared -

"At least fifty talents! The name Gracchus is worth five hundred million!

My brother is not good at speaking, so I answered this question for him.

And these fifty talents were only the price of Gaius Gracchus.

As my brother, Tiberius Sempronius Gracchus was worth at least twice as much.

His talent is far superior to mine.”

At this moment, a figure walked out from the crowd, and the surrounding civilians made way for him.

The man had a face very similar to Tiberius, but his temperament was much more domineering and cold.

He stared sharply at Strabo Pompey...

At this time, Strabo had already called out his name: "Gaius Sempronius Gracchus...you...how did you come back?"

night:???

It's Tiberius's brother. He's here just in time!

Only fifty talents. Wow, the same price as Gaius Caesar.

It's no wonder that they are both called 'Gaius', and their confidence is so similar.

At the same time, on the other side——

The Gracchus brothers are all here today!

A trace of confusion flashed across Strabo's face.

Shouldn't the enemy be on the battlefield in Spain? Why is he here?

At this time, Strabo would never have imagined what earth-shattering event the Gracchi brothers were planning after their reunion.

but--

The problem is not that.

Thinking of what Gaius Gracchus had just said, Strabo's face turned a little ugly.

Chapter 94: The gods tell us not to speak nonsense easily

Gracchus demanded a ransom of fifty talents, and Tiberius Gracchus doubled it to 100 talents.

The lives of the Gracchi are so valuable...

If he couldn't even come up with ten talents, wouldn't that prove that he thought he was not as worth as the Gracchi brothers?

They can't even afford one-fifth or one-tenth of the other party's price.

This is flattery! Strabo Pompey, who was in the middle of an election and could not afford to lose face, felt that he was in a dilemma.

Damn it, is it really true that I can only honestly give people ten talents of gold? !

Strabo Pompey took a deep breath and decided not to dwell on this matter anymore, otherwise he was afraid that he would be angered to death if he continued.

Never mind—hold on, hold on, hold on—after today, when you become tribune, there will be plenty of time for revenge.

"Okay, ten talents. I won't pay a cent less. I'll send it to you in a few days.

You all know how much money that is. I definitely can’t take it out right now.

I just hope you'd better remember that the Pompey family's money is not so easy to get." Strabo said with cold eyes.

However, no one present cared at all.

Gaius Gracchus even looked at Strabo with contempt and disdain, and he responded calmly: “Gracchus is never afraid of anything.

Spending the Pompey family’s money only makes us feel better than spending our own money.”

The night also laughed——

"Go away, little girl."

From the moment they met, Strabo's hostility was as clear as a torch in the dark night in the perception of Ye's vitality. When he was in the mood, he would play with the other party...

But that was all. Strabo and Pompeii were still too young and too immature to be their enemies on their way forward.

Neither Ye nor the Gracchus brothers actually took it seriously.

If the other party could remain tough to the end, Ye might even look at him with higher regard.

But after all, not everyone has the courage to overturn the table like him, and not everyone has enough confidence in the future.

And Ye's last word "little girl" directly broke Strabo's defense.

He was so angry that his face turned purple—!

In Rome, calling a strong man a woman is almost the most humiliating term.

Driven by a strong sense of humiliation——

Strabo Pompey's forehead was so excited that veins were exposed. He suddenly said excitedly: "Wait, Lista Night! According to the Twelve Tables, you are now humiliating me with words.

Then I also have the right to ask you to compensate the corresponding money.

In this case, the previous ten talents cancel each other out!!!"

Strabo spoke louder and louder, as if he wanted everyone to hear and bear witness to his words.

Relying on public power and forcing the opponent to take advantage of the situation, this is exactly what he had just learned from the other party.

I didn't expect that I would be able to catch the opponent's weakness so quickly! You were careless, Listaya!

However, Ye simply responded calmly: "I'm afraid you have made a mistake, Mr. Strabo. I suggest you study hard and review the Roman law.

The provisions of the Twelve Tables regarding humiliation require that the violation of the law be the intentional promotion or singing of poems that insult others.

I simply described you as a bitch.

It's not even an insult...

After all, Roman women are more principled (courageous) than you. They will not just talk, but also pay for their own misdeeds, spending a full ten talents.

Calling you a little girl is actually a compliment to you."

Ye was talking nonsense in a serious manner, but Strabo seemed to have no way to deal with this kind of sophistry as long as the person involved did not admit that it was a deliberate insult.

Not to mention that Strabo was already stunned by this shameless behavior.

Even the Gracchus brothers standing by were stunned.

Gaius Gracchus even raised his lips, and his eyes showed great interest in Ye...

He likes this kind of tough argument that is good at finding loopholes, exploiting loopholes and using the general trend to suppress others -!

It is quite consistent with my own style.

It seems that my brother has finally made a capable friend this time.

At this time, the square was already filled with laughter.

Obviously, they all heard what Ye had just explained to the girl, and they found it very interesting.

Many male citizens looked at Strabo with pity.

The Roman women and girls were laughing so hard that their bodies shook.

The pairs of bright eyes, almost threadlike, looked towards the night with curiosity and longing.

The night when he could talk eloquently and tease Strabo and Pompeii repeatedly, coupled with the legendary color of his heroic name, made countless people fascinated by the handsome side of this man just now.

In the future, what happens in the central square of Rome may be written into stories by troubadours and spread out, and talked about by more people with relish.

By then - Strabo and Pompey, as a foil, would probably become a complete laughing stock and clown in people's eyes.

This is really a rare thing.

If Strabo and Pompeii fail to perform well in the future, they may be completely labeled as stereotyped clowns by people.