"Not every man can afford Corinth.*," - Ancient Greek proverb, the city's temple of love raises more than a thousand senior prostitutes.

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"This feeling reminds me of the traditional verdant valleys on the British islands, the cold lake water and the misty rain. After eating this, my whole body became warm, just like I was attending the Vulcan God Festival." Beside the pot, a row of guests sat around me. After tasting it, Virgil said involuntarily.

Caesar also tasted it, and then commented to all the guests, "I have been to Britain. It was just a legendary island. It was the expedition of the fleet that made it a reality in the poet's writing. But it was not as pleasant as the poet said. The scenery was beautiful, but it had nothing to do with the miners. They could only wear thick fur clothes, curled up in the pits that were not seen in the sun, sucking dirty and heavy dust, worshiping the statue of the God of Fire engraved on the rocks, and their wives sent these foods in hanging baskets. Then the group of people made fire to eat these things in a deep and terrifying cave that could only leak starlight and terrifying stars. "There was a long-handled spoon to his mouth, took another sip, and then announced their thoughts to the silent guests, "This delicious and sweet taste reminded me of death."

Most of the guests present did not dare to express anything about Caesar's strange macro theory. Instead, the philosopher Tyranian invited by Li Bida asked, "Death is a very good topic. I didn't expect that the dictator was interested in it. Every day we live, aren't we preparing for how to accept death?"

Under the brilliant lights and gorgeous murals, Caesar smiled and leaned against the couch, expressing his agreement with Telangen's words, "Maybe you will feel strange, but I have been thinking about this question since I was a child. What is death? What will happen to us in death? The Romans do not need to deceive themselves like the Egyptians or the Germans, thinking that people will still be alive after death, and have ridiculous and humble thoughts like rebirth. Those who can face death calmly are the real strong people."

"Then please ask the dictator to express your insights on death." The master Li Bida made this request at this time, and the guests cheered. Caesar took a wine glass from a few small sides, and then pondered for a while, and then said like a poet or an eloquent, "Death is like this sip of soup, which reminds me of the life of the British miners, because death is like a dark and deep cave. All our income in the world will turn into a torch. A brightly burning torch, and then I hold the fire. In the tunnel of death, we continue to explore the greater light, and illuminate various beautiful murals and myths along the way.

, Wisdom, War, Emotion, I will learn all the mysteries of the unknown world like a true philosopher. In this happiness, I do not know the cold and cold of the years, and it has nothing to do with me. I will eventually turn into a skeleton, and in the slow trekking, I suddenly see the light, and then--" Caesar said this, and picked up the wine glass and said to everyone present, "I entered a magnificent restaurant, and I will have all the people who have turned into skeletons, Socrates, Plato, Molo, and of course you, including the wise men who appeared in later generations, drink together and share the great and sweet discoveries of the journey of death. Come, for the Muse."

The guests were impressed by his open-mindedness and wit, and laughed, picked up the wine together, shouting toast to the muse.

At this moment, Diheimos, who was sitting in the corner, suddenly added a question, "What kind of death do you think is your favorite method?"

Caesar's eyes turned to him gently, and then said slowly and firmly, "I like the sudden death the most, the kind of death that has no burden, there is no need to say goodbye to my hundreds of lovers one by one." As a result, there was another laughter of relaxed understanding in the presence.

After the dinner, Caesar sat in the middle of the flower gallery and sighed that because of the thunderstorm, the clouds were too thick, which made it lack the companionship of moonlight at today's banquet. Li Bida stood quietly behind him and said for a long time, "You should be very clear about the world without moonlight."

"Well, Libidaus, I know you care about me, but you should care more about the world. I will probably encounter extreme death according to the script I like, right? But that doesn't matter. Anyway, I will definitely become a person sung in the epic." Caesar was still sitting there, saying.

At this time, Li Bida's hand pressed Caesar's shoulder and said, "Maybe you should live and let all the miracles of your dreams happen."

"I will live, but I may not be able to make the miracles come into being, because that kind of thing tortures me. When I was a financial officer, when I went to Spain to see the statue of Alexander the Great in the Temple of Great Mercury, I sighed that I was in my thirties but failed to achieve such achievements. But now, although I have lived twenty years more than him, I have finally achieved equal merits with him. In this regard, I have beaten Pompeii and Crasso,

How many people fell there before the journey began and turned into bones under other people's feet. Just like the Irion you discovered, where is the glory and prosperity? It has been completely obscured by the surging waves and ruthless wind and dust. Only the name can last forever. Julius Caesar, this name will be the pinnacle in future generations." After saying that, Caesar stood up, patted Libida's shoulder, said "Take care, please", and left.

Late at night, a token officer riding a horse came to the Mars Grand Collegiate Field, the camp of the Sixth Army. The chief centurion of the duty, Hebrida, hurriedly asked to open the camp gate to welcome him, "Transfer the order of the cavalry commander, immediately the legion and the city corps will meet and move to the Tiber River to establish a camp. In addition, in the next market day, any envoys sent by the dictator and the two cavalry commanders will be eliminated and even killed unconditionally when they come to demand the takeover!"

Then, the soldiers were dressed neatly from the camp, lit long fire dragons, and walked towards the area of ​​Hezhou.

After the sound of trumpets and trumpets came one after another, Brutu, who was lying on the couch, opened his eyes in the dark and could not fall asleep. The so-called plan had been decided last night. Kasio used the excuse of his son wearing a robe and summoning all the core members to his home, and formulated a detailed process and response plan.

But Kasio, Sipingzel and other leaders were still worried about him. In the night, there were people coming to urge him, wearing black clothes, handing various notes or short knocks in the door, accompanied by the shrill cry of the night owl. Portia, who was asleep beside Brutu, quietly turned over and covered her mouth with her hands. Tears kept flowing down, but she tried hard to prevent herself from making a sound. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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