"But..." Princia said quietly.

"Nothing is it, you're just a target for previews. So I'll give you three days to pack up your most critical property, leave the seven hills, go a little further, remember not to provoke Marcos again in the future. As for the brothels and taverns in the city, Domus is temporarily taken care of, otherwise, Claudi's mob army would soon destroy them."

"You mean to transfer my property to Domus?" Princia couldn't believe her ears.

Li Bida sighed and said, "Do Mufeng is your person, and should be called to take care of him. The deeds are still in your hands. There is still a lot of rent for you to enjoy every year. After he said that, he half-squatted down and said to Princia in a very gentle tone: "Listen, my conditions are very generous. Your last chance was lost one day next to the Pompei Grand Theater. It was my kind heart and I gave you another chance. Look at you, your industries with beautiful boxwood signs and exquisite small rooms are so beautiful. I can't bear to let Claudi destroy them all, or let Crassus burn them all."

When Princia heard this, she thought that even if she wanted to take revenge in the future, she would not be able to do so when Li Bida was in the limelight. She immediately hugged Li Bida's legs, kissed his toes with her mouth, begged for his forgiveness, and expressed her willingness to fulfill his request within one day.

When Princia made this humble move, Claudia from afar couldn't stop smiling.

The next morning, Princia took a quick shower when she went home, applied her medicine and regained her dress. She hurriedly left the city of Rome with her deeds, jewelry and several close-fitting men and women. She went to Campenia. She left so hard that she heard that she had been riding in a light carriage all the way and cried all the way.

In the tavern next to the sheep pen, Li Bida handed the keychain with a brisk voice to Duomu Foo, "Happy? I've said a long time ago, Princia will be finished sooner or later. Now you take care of her industries, accumulate experience in this area, find two noble silk clothes to dress up, and you will be the new queen of the Roman Fengyue Realm." But Duomu Foo just coldly put the keychain on the counter and locked it, and asked the two maids to take care of it. Then he thanked Li Bida for a few words and asked him where the high-end wine he wanted to drink.

This made Li Bida feel that the boss was boring, but he still directly expressed his request today, "Immediately, go and be my adoptive father's mistress. Please serve him more comfortably. I signed a lease contract with you. What do you think is the amount of 30,000 dinars a year? Also, the Ptolemy entertainment contractor in Naples has also been spent on your home."

"It's enough for 20,000 yuan. I don't like to force others to owe favors." Duomuch's words clearly pointed at Li Bida. Li Bida didn't say much, but just took a few sips of wine awkwardly and found an excuse to leave the pub.

"Hey, do you want your property of the Lord's family? Although I can understand that you are willing to take care of your sense of the Lord, you will not do this completely free of charge, right? A few years ago, when you were not famous and sitting in my tavern wearing blood-stained clothes, I said that your property of the Lord can buy half of the Roman city, not inferior to Crasso's property, right?" Domufeng turned his head and looked at Li Bida, who was standing at the door and was about to leave, and suddenly said.

"Maybe there will be a day, but that day is definitely when both Tuna and Marcos died." Li Bida felt something very hesitant in his heart was rumbling. He had to admit that yesterday when Princia begged him with a stench, he felt a full sense of pleasure, a kind of pleasure that the strong played with the fate of the loser at will. If the other party came to him before, or the former being cheated of Pompei was a professional need, he knew the situation of Princia this time. It was better to say that it was for the adoptive father, but it was better to say that it was for the feeling in his heart, a feeling of addiction to taking power drugs.

"Isn't this what men like most after thirty years old? Nothing outside of ancient and modern times. Isn't my mentality very normal? What's strange about it?" Li Bida was a little drunk, and slowly walked towards the apartment with the gables and fences on the side of the street. Then he saw Caesar's confidant Ebro walking towards him, so he tried his best to straighten his tired body and force himself to look energetic. Naturally Ebro came to him to discuss the matter. "Barcelo's proposal is still blocked. The entire Senate knew about Claudi's demolition of the ** Court before. Now Catholic and Cicero are here to use this to block the proposal."

"What does Caesar think about this?" Li Bida asked, wiping his forehead and nose with his hands.

Ebro smiled and said, "Caesar said privately that nothing is more exciting than such an act."

"That's great. Please give back to the consul. It's the turn of the person who blocks him soon." Li Bida had heard that Caesar had accused of using street violence as a means of political struggle, so he had the confidence that last time he made Claudi make a big fuss in court, just to throw a stone to ask for directions.

"I heard carefully that the Lord Consul has made a wish for you in front of the statue of Venus. As long as you can squeeze out Cato and Cicero, the official financial officer of Illyria will be the next year, and your thyme army can be upgraded to the twelve army in the Rubicon River." This is the condition brought by Ebro, Caesar.

Li Bida was shocked and hurriedly asked Ebro that Caesar had the most standard "small joint legion" in Lusitania, that is, a regular legion (the 10th legion) plus two auxiliary legion (the 13th legion and the Thyme legion, the latter is lower in size and almost belongs to the type that will be disbanded immediately after the war ends. However, after thinking about it, Caesar left this blood for Li Bida and himself). Now if Caesar succeeds in operating the "Barsatusfa", he will accept General Metra Sailer's three local garrisons in Waigaul, Shannanshan, and four legions together. Even so, Caesar is not satisfied?

The two then flashed to the dark corner of the street, drove away the prostitutes and beggars there, and talked carefully. Through Ebro's detailed explanation, Li Bida understood that Caesar had now begun to arrange the number of the legion during his tenure as governor. Sometimes the number was just a number, but sometimes it could play a subtle role. Caesar's idea was like this. The Senate personally awarded the regular legion of the Eagle Banner, and he wanted these four, three of them were Metra Celliu.

The next one brought it from Lusitania, that is, the unified number is seven, eight, nine, and ten, with the prefixed "Gallic". He privately planned to recruit two informal auxiliary legions, namely eleven and twelve, with the prefixed "Illyria". The former thirteenth legion was automatically converted to "Illyria Eleventh legion", while Li Bida's thyme was upgraded to "Illyria Twelve Legions". These two legions were not on the roster of the Senate, and all the salary and supplements were borne by Caesar alone.

"That's right, in the future you will be the commander of the 12th Legion of Illyria, plus Caesar's second deputy general." Ebro said, (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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