"When did people talk about Rome, saying that within her vast walls, it was just a world of one person? At that time, it was really a place of no one." - Shakespeare "Julius Caesar"

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Caesar returned to the Subra District, where he had been there for thirty-seven years. Before the formal expedition, he only hoped to go to his own "Julius Courtyard" to see. He led his horse and strolled in the alleys like spider webs. The Subra District was still so dirty and messy, with unplanned arcades, shops, puddles, chickens, ducks, geese, and wild dogs and cats running everywhere. Men and women carrying various living items, and gathered in a large collection of different skin colors in the sun. From the moment he was born, Caesar lived in this noisy and full of vitality. He inspired Tong Meng in his mansion under the guidance of his mother, and then set out from here to receive the six arts of his master until he died at the age of sixteen. After his father died, he put on a long robe and put on a family ring, winning Qin Na's daughter, and becoming the little male owner of the house.

After stopping the horses in front of the door, the aging slave came out tremblingly. Caesar hugged him affectionately, touched his forehead, and then kissed each other lightly. Then Caesar walked to the front porch of the yard. The old and ancient vines had completely wrapped the pillars, and the cold and lonely smoke and incense were wandering on it. The courtyard had been abandoned for a long time. Caesar's current wife did not live here. With the death of Caesar's parents, Julius's courtyard was completely out of life and under the eaves of the front porch. Caesar stared at the wax figures of his ancestors again. Six hundred years ago, the small Latin country where Julius was located was destroyed by Rome. Then, as a Roman matriarchal noble, it reproduced in the city-state surrounded by seven hills. It was originally unknown, and finally shone in his own hands.

So, with pride, Caesar half-kneeled down and stroked his father's wax figure with his hands, "Be proud of me. Father. Although there is still a rough road to go from the final peak."

But when he walked over the front porch and walked into the courtyard, under the mottled tree shadows, his mother's rocking chair was still there, and Caesar lowered his hands, feeling that his mother was still there, lying on the rocking chair, and he was still a stubborn and thin boy holding a board and a pen. He was sitting on the steps copying Greek, occasionally watching him lying comfortably. In the breeze and smoke, her eyes were slightly closed, with the tranquility and delicacy of a lake. The little Caesar felt love in his heart, the only real love he might have contacted in his life.

"Mother." Caesar shouted out, with tears in the corners of his eyes, but his mother's image had disappeared, leaving only the rocking chair, lonely and quiet. Caesar, who was over fifty, raised his face and tried not to cry. Then he lay on the chair by himself. Before the slaves left at home cooked the meal, he wrapped the blanket on it and fell asleep quietly.

The sun started to ring in a mess, and Caesar shouted, awakening from the nightmare, holding his hands like drowning until he grabbed Li Bida's arms, kneeling beside him.

Sweat oozed out of Caesar's forehead and neck like water. He grabbed Li Bida tightly, and his nails were almost embedded in the other party's muscles. He almost showed signs of epilepsy again. It seemed that after he fell asleep, the cavalry commander walked into the courtyard and was about to report something important. Seeing that the dictator had fallen asleep, he waited on the side without disturbing him.

When the cavalry commander asked quietly what was wrong, Caesar was also infected and gradually calmed down. Then he took a cup of clear water, drank it down, and then said:

"I had a terrible dream, dreaming that I raped my mother."

Li Bida also fell silent. After a long time, he said, "Maybe you miss your deceased mother too much, and you happened to be sitting in this rocking chair again."

"No, that's not a simple thought. I was filled with endless fear and shame, but there was a kind of power in the dark that drove me to do such shameless things. This was a huge omen. I needed a divination officer, I needed a divination officer!" Caesar shouted in confusion.

"Listen, calm down and think about your condition." Li Bida hugged Caesar in the waist, then pressed him on the rocking chair, and then he asked, "Can you see Lingtang's face clearly in the dream?"

Caesar stroked his face and shook his head tiredly.

"Since you can't see clearly, then the other party is a symbol of 'mother' in your thinking. What acts as the mother of all of us?" Li Bida asked in detail.

"It's the earth, it's Isis, the earth's goddess." Caesar said it naturally.

"Isis is also a conceived god. She blesses all the birth and harvest in the world. This dream shows that your achievements must have a beginning and an end. Perhaps, the female pharaoh of Egypt has already conceived your descendants, and this expedition to Afrika will definitely bring great rewards." Li Bida said in a leisurely manner.

"Yes, yes, I still lack a understanding, for myself, for the world." Caesar regained his spirits, sat upright in the chair, and then said, "I already know very well what Curio did. He is wrong and should be punished in the future."

But Li Bida said modestly that it is a difficult time when the Legion rebelled and the assets were scarce. The dictator should not be obsessed with right and wrong, but should take into account the overall situation. "Non-one of Curio, Anthony, and Urabella should punish them, but must do their best to support them."

"No." Caesar said clearly, "Marco, I will forgive him because the positions I arranged before were not what he was good at, and the responsibility was on me; and Eulabella was Cicero's son-in-law, and I still need an eloquent to be an example in Rome, an example of order and stability - but Curio, I have been completely disappointed and discouraged by him. In other words, he was originally the chess piece I sent to Afilica to restrain Pompey, and his greatest function was to consume Pompey's strength, just as Pompey reused Rabinus."

Then, Caesar said his thoughts straight forward, "Curio's four legions are mostly brave and warlike Massi, and he intercepted a large amount of supplies that should belong to you, so he should go to war!"

"However, Curio has been restraining his own people."

"Leave it to you." Caesar finally said this, and then he sat up and started another topic, "How to resolve the huge debt?"

Li Bida seemed to have made up a great decision and proposed this plan: establish a wartime province and directly contract the province to the Knights in exchange for contract fees to support the army.

"A wartime province?" Caesar said in a lost voice.

The other party nodded, meaning that this is the only way to go. "In the name of the dictator, several provinces were allocated to be classified as wartime provinces. The Senate has no right to assign governors in these provinces. Only the dictator has the power to collect taxes in the wartime provinces, with a term of five to ten years - and then you will sell the long-term tax-packing rights to our Knights. All the money must be paid in half, and the remaining 30% will be paid after three years, and the final payment will be paid at the end." (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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