The Libida Fort in the morning light is different from the white of Rome. The golden sun is laid on the bay. The ships are shuttled on the pier. Seabirds are leaping high in emerging blocks and workshops. On the deck of the "Karabia", Adianna said goodbye to Libida. "After I leave, you will sit in this fortress, and secretly prepare for the resumption of ships and legions. Keep close contact with Egypt, Cyrene and Illyria, waiting for me or my signal. Don't say anything else. Please allow me to quote Pericle's words. For the warriors, a word of order is better than a thousand words!"

"Be careful in that barbaric Roman Forum, remember my 'Odysseus' you must return. The beautiful Akaiya woman is waiting for you here." Adiana's tears quietly slid down, and she raised her face and begged, "There are many birds passing by in the golden clouds, but not each of them can bring good signs."

"Don't worry, woman. I'll be appointed to you for all the sacrifices of the temple." Li Bida turned around and walked off the ship, and then he walked to the square of the fortress, where the 16th Legion and all the centurions of the 28th Legion stood there together, waiting for his lecture. As a result, the commander's first words were, "The only thing I can say to everyone now is that the flag of your Legion will be reappeared!"

The whole scene was quiet for a while, and then everyone burst into cheers. Then the soldiers rushed to the temple like flying, took out the centaur flag of the 16th Legion and the one-eyed sea snake flag of the 28th Legion. Then the flag officer stepped forward and took over the high flag. Li Bida pointed his finger in the direction of the west and shouted, "Immediately, you will go to the Isthmus of Corinth in the name of assisting the project, together with all the Gaul slave workers, and wait for my next order!"

Before the arrival of the diaspora legal officer, there was a very lively scene in the city of Rome. The large-scale bloody competition was not yet over, but the team leader of the 100-person team from various regions and representatives of the People's Congress had already wandered around the Ostia River Harbor. They wore various clothes, including Spanish-style Saganm jackets, Greek-style wavy robes, and Afiligan shorts. Some of these people stayed in the cool and comfortable "River Harbor Villas" to rest, while others took advantage of the day to stroll in the Civic Square or Arena, and some specially visited Mount Evandini and Paladin to see how big the gap between the nobles and the poor in the legend was.

The tavern business in the city can be described as hot, but many veterans are hiding in their respective courtyards. Sometimes they gather in this house, sometimes they go to the house to plot. The planning in the corner is getting tighter and tighter.

In the house of Brutu, there are often nighttime when he is thrown into or posted notes. Sometimes when Brutu handles the confession in the synagogue, someone even secretly asks the servants to send him a piece of paper. There are only these words on it, "Old Brutu is dead, and the Republic is dead", "Are you asleep in Brutu?" "If you guess correctly, the Brutu family has long been extinct, you are just a descendant of the housekeeper slave who risked his surname." Like the people outside the synagogue, Brutu's mind has reached the peak.

Point, when he stepped out of the steps of the synagogue, he saw the square, the streets were full of mess, which was the garbage thrown by the people after the celebration. This scene made Brutu feel breathless in his chest. He was angry, confused and at a loss. He wanted to find Portia to talk to his mother, but the females paid more attention to feelings - although Portia would not dissuade him from doing anything, she would definitely be heartbroken and worried to the extreme; as for her mother, her relationship with Caesar, I am afraid that she would go crazy after knowing this!

Now he contacted many accomplices with Casio, and even Dihemoth vowed to use the family's hordes of sword-fighting slaves to protect his comprehensive actions. Dihemoth is his own relative, and he only said to Brutu, "I am the object of Caesar's intention to win over. Julius once even hinted that he would arrange my seat in his will - it's ridiculous or not. This is completely his trick to deceive the world. He relies on this to deceive women, the army, the people, and now he wants to deceive the entire republic. Remember Marcus, you and I are children of the republican family, and neither forget why our clan name enjoys permanent glory. As long as there is a single husband in the country, Brutus must kill him!"

Now there are more than 60 people in the same party, not only many respected senators, but also many subordinates of Caesar, even Tlureas, Dihemoth, Aquila and other relatives whom he relied on. This has continuously strengthened Brutu's confidence. Tlureas and Dihemoth have several legions of Spain and Gaul, while Aquila has an excellent fleet in Sicily. As long as they rebelled, it would be no problem to control the situation of the entire republic in a short period of time. More importantly, the Senate is also a strong backer.

Unlike confidence, what Brutu lacks is determination, a determination to completely stab the sword at his closest person.

At this moment, a noisy sound came from the corner of the street. He looked up and saw that the elder Casca was standing in front of the Gemini Temple and had a fierce dispute with a foreign citizen. The other party claimed that he was from Utica and owned millions of dinars, so he was qualified to serve as the representative of Tribus and immigrants. After he arrived in Rome immediately, he immediately made his son a regular knight class. As a result, the guy was a little proud and actually ran to the Gemini Temple, the traditional politician gathering place. Casca caught him and started arguing after a few words.

"Tell me, you came here with so many coins full of copper smell. Isn't it just to get the glorious results that the Romans could have enjoyed before? Then I want to ask, what is your origin!" Casca said to the representative with extreme arrogance. Behind him were all the elders in elegant robes, and everyone had contempt and majesty in their faces. This scene scared the country bumpkin.

So he stammered and replied to Kaska that he was originally a Moorish man. Later, after the fall of Carthage, his ancestors took the opportunity to go to Utica to do leather business and make shoes for soldiers or merchants, and then they became more developed.

"It turned out to be a slut who works in a workshop full of stench all day long, doing some low-intelligent gap-filling work!" Casca turned around proudly and said, all the elders also sneered contemptuously.

"This, I have long stopped participating in the workshop work, but I can make great shoes. Your sandals on your feet are not comfortable to wear? I can give you two soon." The boss of the shoemaker said in a sincere tone that he was sincere. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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