In the main square, although many of Pompei's supporters took up weapons to resist, they quickly became panicked because they were full of people who were eager for revenge. Their reason was blinded by madness and hatred, and they were uncontrollably killed. It took about half a night before, and the Pompei's party members could not hold on and scattered.

Next is the psychological anger that turns into reality.

All the thugs shouted and snatched furniture from the surrounding shops and temples. When they were chopped on the square, they tied up linen flax, cloth strips, and poured oil and water. Soon, a few flames emerged from the Temple of Concord. Then they became bigger and bigger. The reliefs of the Heavenly Father on the gables stood still standing until they were swallowed by smoke. First, the Temple of Concord, and then the temples. Finally, the fire dragons continued to extend, and went straight to Capitola Mountain, affecting the Temple of Jupiter. The priests

They ran around like spiders. The last half of the Roman city was in a catastrophe. There were crowds of people everywhere. Cicero and Renchat on the Paladin Mountain thought that the shooting stars in the sky fell to the ground. They were covered with blankets and looked at the bottom of the mountain in horror. Among the seven hills, fire dragons rolled across the mountain, turning into several huge crosses. "I am in the apartment in the Tulums district!" Cicero looked at the fire there and shouted in pain.

Renchat hurriedly ordered the most trusted butler. Of course, he was also the guy Cicero disliked the most. He quickly mobilized the slaves to pack up the house deeds, fines and treasures. These were all exchanged for Renchat's dowry. However, Cicero was even more worried about his two "philosophical academies" of "Athens" and "Militus": in fact, they were two study schools he built independently in his own mansion, including various precious sculptures bought from Greece, as well as bathrooms and gyms. There were also a large number of hand-written rare books. He admired Plato and Aristotle. He was full of his heart to turn this place into a place where he taught the handsomeness of young Roman nobles, so he specially named such an elegant name, "In the future, the young Romans would not have to cross the ocean to learn Greek knowledge." This was his lifelong dream.

Therefore, Renchat asked the housekeeper and his servants to rescue vulgar money, and ignored the study he cherished, which made Cicero feel unhappy, and then quarreled with his wife under the light of fire, but Renchat's voice was much louder, completely ignoring the logic of Cicero's argument, and forcibly suppressing the other party with the unreasonable woman's unreasonableness. "The money I bought this house and the private savings I brought from my family are all the dowry I brought from my family. Your humble income is only enough for you to ride a horse and swim. Now the city of Rome is about to suffer. With these things, it is much better than you bringing the twisted words that no one wants!"

"Long-term eyes. Woman!" Cicero took the pose he used to in court, preparing to make a long talk. But when he saw that the butler ignored his existence and continued to be busy, he was so angry that he scolded, "Am I the master here, or you? Don't think that the master will not be able to survive without the slave, bastard."

But the butler actually pushed Cicero away contemptuously and said teasingly: "In the first three months, you privately withdraw 5,000 from me and hold a banquet, why are you not so righteous? My master? This money is the assets entrusted by the hostess to me to manage. I am only willing to follow the hostess, but you are a poor old man who has turned money to me but can't even pay the commission."

This sentence was simply unbearable to Cicero. Could it be that he had not paid enough for this family? He was strict with himself and had no bad habits. He did not drink alcohol or was not a stern life. He lived a well-off and moderate life. He used philosophy to temper himself, insisted on fitness activities such as running, boxing, and other fitness activities, court debates, and public office income. He either sponsored poets and writers, or handed them over to his wife for custody, and also used them as his daughter's dowry. But why did Renchat treat him like this now?

"I will take office again. Pompei killed Claudi, and the opportunity came - I will defend Triali immediately. As long as he can be exempted from the death penalty, Pompei will give me a position of governor!" Some impulse was unknown. Maybe all men would do this when they were looked down upon by their wives. Cicero shouted irrationally.

Renshat looked at her husband contemptuously, and then said, "Idiot, although I am not as educated as you, you do this just play with fire**. This competition for Caesar will win. I have been observing Pompey in Rome for a long enough time. This person is just a waste. Husband, you bet on the wrong treasure again and again. Even the Subra district lost all its money and became a beggar's gambler. I am better than you in this regard. I have no interest or patience. I will keep this marriage with you. Since my daughter has also married the Eurabela family, I should leave now with my luggage."

"Don't regret it, a woman with a long tongue and short tongue. When I was the consul, I was disdainful to collect money because of my integrity and integrity. As long as I took the taxpayer and obtained a certain province, I could only accumulate a thousand Tarant's huge wealth in three years by selling the titles of Roman ally to those kings and chiefs. Then I will see your ghost!" Cicero was furious, a little incoherent, and finally, in order to vent his anger, he paced around the gifts piled in the yard and picked it up.

The most valuable crystal cup, yelled with all its strength, and slapped on the ground, but because the cup was too strong, it could only break, which made Cicero's frustration even worse. He stomped hard and couldn't figure it out: the person he admired was Pompey and his wife was Renchat, but neither of them cared about him at all. On the contrary, Caesar, even in the battle of Gaul, would send him enthusiastic letters every two market days, with many respectful words in it, and his younger brother Quindus was also well cared for by Caesar there.

Caesar had always wanted to win him over, but he knew very well that if Caesar became a big player in the future, he would definitely subvert his favorite republic. Even though Cicero was a cowardly and swaying figure compared to the small group, this was more caused by his power. He was from another province, had a high origin, and had no foundation in Rome. His prestige was not as good as the Gatu family, so he prefers to consider interests when doing things.

But now Cicero is eager to prove with his actions that he truly loves the Republic and will not perform worse than Gatu, and hopes to make Renshat regret it because it was this woman who "abandoned" him!

The next morning when the Cicero and his wife quarreled fiercely and finally parted ways, Capito's Mountain and the Grand Plaza, which turned into a scorched earth ruin, were like flies and gathered in front of the semi-complete Julia Hall construction site. Then the consul Banks announced that the city of Rome had entered a "state of emergency martial law". All the soldiers of the army were expelled from the 15th Rome outside the city. All the legal officials, branch officials and civil guards in the city gathered in the open-air venue of the Temple of War within the specified time to discuss how to deal with such an emergency. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!