3-第十七章：周六土星日上的表演(5)
He wasn't looking too good. The Fat Consul was covered from head to toe in ugly red rashes and eczema weals. Once the slaves had got him seated, they took turns scratching different parts of his body with an instrument like a large fork, and this seemed to give him some relief, but judging from his restless wriggling and scratching he was still in considerable discomfort.
He was eating a light snack of double reptoburger with tomato-and-dormouse relish and popdragons on the side.
Alvin the Treacherous sat beside him in the Pavilion. In time to another trumpet fanfare two slaves brought in the Ceremonial Shield of the Legion, gorgeously decorated with a golden eagle carrying a fish. Alvin the Treacherous banged the Ceremonial Shield three times with his hook.
"I officially declare these Saturn's day Saturday Games OPEN," shouted Alvin the Treacherous. "Friends and fellow Romans ... Watch our Circus and marvel at the glory of the Roman Empire! Your entertainment this afternoon is called THE SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST ..."
He was eating a light snack of double reptoburger with tomato-and-dormouse relish and popdragons on the side.
Alvin the Treacherous sat beside him in the Pavilion. In time to another trumpet fanfare two slaves brought in the Ceremonial Shield of the Legion, gorgeously decorated with a golden eagle carrying a fish. Alvin the Treacherous banged the Ceremonial Shield three times with his hook.
"I officially declare these Saturn's day Saturday Games OPEN," shouted Alvin the Treacherous. "Friends and fellow Romans ... Watch our Circus and marvel at the glory of the Roman Empire! Your entertainment this afternoon is called THE SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST ..."
电梯里的苏柔上瘾第六章
