"This is my last escape!" Brutu shouted, and then he held the pottery urn on the table with his hand. It was obvious that it was used to prepare his bone colonization. "Li Bida attempted to make my body feel humiliated by parade, but I would raise my sword and commit suicide first, and then ask my entourage to secretly cremate me and send the bone colonization back to my mother in Rome."

"Your mother will not love you, these cold bones, it will only make her even more heartbroken. Brutu, you are a selfish person, your soldiers, your family and your subordinates, follow you, what is the picture? Is it the illusory ideas you mentioned? No, they also want to live, to be peaceful, to have family and entertainment. Now that the high priest can give all this to the people and to anyone, his will can ensure the reasonable and orderly operation of the entire country,

Why do you still fight against the dead bones in the tomb?" Urabella was also a very eloquent person who tried to convince Brutu, but Brutu stretched out his hand and did not look at him directly. Instead, he replied resolutely, "You go, Urabella, as a former comrade-in-arms and the messenger of Libidaus, I have no reason to kill you, but you can't tell me that if a man is unwilling to be martyred for his ideals, then what is the difference between me and those walking corpses?"

"But now these good citizens and soldiers who follow you are not walking dead who can be martyred with you. You are wrong with Brutu." Yurabella said, taking out the fast-plate again and putting it in front of Brutu, saying that you can read it well. This is the second letter from the high priest.

Brutu took it and then walked slowly. Looking at Li Bida's letter, his tone was very different from what he said before and the first one, "Marcus, I wonder if you still remember the moment we first met? It was on a ship to Sardinia. Your face was as stubborn as it is now, full of stubbornness and mud. At that time, you obviously loved your cousin Portia, but for the grudges of your ancestors, you took the initiative to propose to Yulia, but fortunately Yulia was a

A smart woman, she rejects you, just like she refuses life to be bound by so-called ideas, then I understand the real you, you are the kind of person who will be trapped by shadows while walking, come out of the illusion, Brutu, I am sorry for the previous wording, but the meaning of the inside is indeed the same, for Sevilla your mother, for Portia your wife, especially Portia. Her hair has turned black and white, and her skin is no longer smooth and beautiful."

Seeing this, Brutu's chin shook violently, and he couldn't bear to continue watching. Until now, he had indeed forgotten that in his hometown of Seven Hills, Portia, who was forgotten by everyone, was waiting for him, waiting for him in a foolish manner.

This world has been lost, but the only thing that can be kept in his heart is his wife.

Suddenly, Brutu almost seemed to collapse. He missed his wife, but he was trapped here, thousands of miles away from her. He pinched the board and tears were like a flood that broke the dam. Then he began to cry, holding his chest and sobbing. The scene made the people around him stunned, including Urabella. Brutu grabbed the clothes on his chest, pulled his hair, kept shouting the name "Posia, Portia", and then knelt in front of the small table and grabbed the dagger.

At this time, the person next to Youlabel, who was sent by Li Bida to serve as a servant, suddenly took off the wool clothes wrapped around him, revealing his long hair, and pounced on him crying. His hands immediately grabbed the tip of the blade of Brutu's sword, and blood flowed out instantly. Brutu widened his eyes, but saw Portia's painful face, "Are you going to force me to death, Marcus!" After saying that, she held the wool clothes with one hand, but it was a robe, and shouted, "You recognize this, yes, it's my father.

The only clothes used to cover the body in winter are the symbol of Little Gatu. Later, after my father died in the city of Marcellia, this clothes were sent to Rome as a relic. Do you know how I survived those days? My eyes were almost crying, but I still survived because I thought of you, you are my husband, Marcus Brutu - but how could you leave your wife and die alone? Come on, Brutu, stab this sword into my chest! I want you to know that it has long been withered and empty inside, come on, come on!"

As he said that, Portia grabbed Brutu's sword body with both hands and kept pulling him to his chest. At this time, with a "pop", Brutu's hand grabbed Portia's arm tightly without relaxing...

About the next day, Urabella walked out of the city of Athens and came to the high priest's barracks. "The remaining legions in the city are willing to surrender, and all the citizens of Athens are willing to surrender. This war does not need to continue cruelly."

"Very good, where is Brutu?" asked the high priest.

"He committed suicide by swallowing his sword like Kassiejo; in addition, his wife Portia died by swallowing charcoal." Yurabella said with a sad face.

Li Bida sighed and walked out of the camp. Under the golden sunshine, the white Athens was stroked and beaten by the blue waves, muttering to himself, "Maybe this is the best result. Marcelia's great tragedy no longer needs to be performed. Brutu finally left a gift of true loyalty to the world. Leo and Mattia, are about to hold a ceremony to enter the city. The citizens and soldiers who put down their weapons in Athens continued to give freedom and do not allow soldiers to rob at will."

Not long after, a ship was rowing from Piraeus Port, heading south with waves. After many days and nights, the people on it held two small pottery urns and walked up to the Port of Ostia, then climbed the hills and handed them to Brutu's mother Sevilla.

"Is this the bone colonization of my son and Portia?" Sevilla sat quietly in front of the pottery urn and whispered, then she trembled and stroked the pattern on it with her hands. "You finally turned into a cold bone colonization and returned to me, my son." Then, she opened the cover of the pottery urn and wanted to touch her son again, even if it was just a pile of ashes.

But inside, there was a small crown, which was given to his son by Sevilla when Brutu fled from Rome.

Originally, she came to serve as military fund for Brutu, but now there are no ashes inside, only this magnificent little crown. Sevilla seemed to understand everything, so she picked up the crown, "My son Brutu is dead." (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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