"Silence is useless. It is always the first person to whistleblower who is qualified to receive a bounty." - Before betraying the owner's plan to assassinate Nero, the wife of the slave Milicus encouraged her husband in this way.

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Yes, Li Bida, who was waiting under the Temple of Jupiter, heard it correctly. His master, "tuna" Lukulas, also wanted to compete with Caesar as a candidate. He really didn't expect that Caesar would still be so good. He didn't know whether Caesar simply rewarded Caesar with the help he gave to him back then or whether it was due to his usual political stance (his Caesar was naturally a noble party and a follower of Sura). Anyway, he would fight Caesar.

As for the other Bibruce, in Li Bida's eyes, it is just a "symbol". The most troubled phenomenon he now appears, that is, the choice between friendship and interests.

Caesar, who walked down the steps, meaningfully handed over the bronze plate of the candidate list to Li Bida, and then said in a concise manner, "How?"

Who would have thought that Li Bida returned the bronze plate to Caesar without thinking for too long, and said firmly: "Sorry, I must go back to help my asylum."

"It should be, thank you for paving the road." Caesar's expression was also very calm, and he didn't say much, as if he didn't care about Li Bida's move, but his words "It should be" were even more profound. Whether Li Bida should be loyal to the master or Li Bida can leave his group, Caesar did not give a clear answer in the end. Then he changed into a pure white robe and slowly walked down Capito's Mountain. The rest of his friends were also surprised to see him.

Li Bida, standing still, wondered how this man left Caesar when it was the easiest time to share glory. Now all fools know that Caesar will definitely take office as the next consul, and at most the Senate will choose between Lukulas and Bibruce, and fight for power and profit with Caesar. This guy is only under thirty years old, and will actually miss the next year's great room for improvement. It is really inexplicable to follow a rich but powerless old nobleman.

In Apiron's villa, Li Bida was very depressed after returning from Capito's Mountain. He would throw his children to the nanny, and then sit on a boat with the doctor Timothushu, who had small braids, and let the little pigeon Paruma paddle and quietly walk in the small mountain lake. The reflections of various trees in late autumn sway on the water, and there were also a cluster of extremely long aquatic plants coming out from under the water, swaying with the cold and comfortable wind. Li Bida came from Kelly to take herbs from the shelter and handed them to Timothushu. After sniffing, the other party shook his head: "If you take this medicine for too long, you will lose your mind completely."

"I heard Kelly say that this drug was stubbornly wanted to take. He knew whether this herb was toxic or not? But at least I have advised the drug of Pima many times before, but Pima never listened. This drug must have received Pima's great trust. In addition, according to the eyeliner, Xiao Jiatu has been in and out of Pima's Villa Praimah recently, but I think he is going to persuade Pima to participate in the election. He is the most likely to listen to me. "Li Bida analyzed for a long time, but saw that Timothu had been staying at the stern of the boat and fishing with concentration, and couldn't help but get angry. At this moment, the little pigeon interjected, "Based on the analysis of his adoptive father, I can make a judgment."

"Oh, you said."

"If it was a normal walnut game, then Tuna would be elected with Caesar."

Li Bida looked at Xiao Geozi's face with some confusion, and then understood that Xiao Geozi was right: the rumors that his master was distracted should have been learned by well-informed people in Rome. Xiao Geotu, a friend of Pigeon for many years, wouldn't be unaware of it, and Caesar had no reason to keep it in the dark. For Little Gatu and the nobles, Luculas was famous, but now he was not smart, almost like his younger brother Marcos. But is there anyone who is more suitable to be a consul than those who are not minded? Even the cost of raising a breeding is saved. For Caesar, Luculas's physical condition is more troubled than normal, because after being elected, his battle with the nobles is about to become a white-hot party. On the table, he and Luculas are often the fierce battle between him and Luculas. Who would be willing to bear the reputation of fighting against idiots? It is polite to be considered as "victory and unfair."

After breathing a long sigh, Li Bida fell quietly on the deck of the boat, staring at the high blue sky, and was stunned. After a long time, he said to the little pigeon: "Now, it's time to make a choice."

Late at night, Porty leaned gently on her man's chest and helped him wipe the sweat from his body. "I think I'm getting too fast. In the past, I would have picked up the sword in fear but seriously. In order to protect my family, you, the little pigeon, and Leo and Corinna, like a ferocious little animal living in a warm underground nest; but now I take the initiative to risk being backfired, attack and bite other people's flesh and blood, and killing someone is like crushing an ant to become a cruel and greedy coyote. This is not enough, I am afraid I will fall into depravity in terms of personality."

Porty touched Li Bida's eyes, surrounded the blanket, and smiled and said, "Your eyes are still as dark as agate, as clear as Apiron Mountain Lake, and it has not changed. It is still the same as that of Rikdanya. I have found out about your troubles these days. Listen to the man and do what I think is right. Even if I am, have you ever planned to plot against Portia, but I always think that Portia's sister will be snotted in the future even if she gets the consent of her father and is unwilling to marry Pompei."

Under the candlelight, Li Bida touched Porti's smooth and plump back and made up his mind.

The next day, he appeared in Crassu's quiet mansion in a low-key manner, "I want me to persuade Lukulas to give up the election? I can't do this, because Tuna and Caesar are elected together, the biggest win-win for me. When the fight comes, both sides will have to ask for me. Bibruce is not my own, and I have no interest in his election." Crassu carefully observed the abacus hanging on the wall in the room where financial slaves were concentrated, and checked whether the slaves had secretly dealt with it. He was always extremely sensitive to such details.

"But once my master is elected, I will be in a dilemma." Li Bida insisted quietly.

"What do you need to make a dilemma? Betting on both ends is. Sometimes I doubt how you came up with such superb business skills?" Crassus said with some displeasure, looking very uninterested in Li Bida's suggestions.

"Dear Lord Crassus, you still hope to carry out an expedition that brings real honor to yourself and your family in your lifetime, just like Pompeii cleared out the pirates and destroyed the kingdom of Bendu!" Li Bida suddenly raised his tone. This disrespectful tone made the financial slaves present immediately feel as if they were facing a great enemy. They all looked at the two of them in horror, feeling that the storm was coming. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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