"The more beautiful it is dressed in the guise of freedom, it only means that it will produce more abominable slavery." - Tacitus satirized the election of consuls in the imperial era, and it was the election that the emperor was responsible for nominations.

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When Cicero left the house, the morning glow had just been draped on the hills, and reflected the sparkling Tiber River, surrounding the city of Rome like a ribbon. The sunlight had not yet fully entered every block and corner. Under many congested arcades, the light was still as blurred as the night. Cicero walked as fast as he was, thanks to his years of fitness habits, and Old Taylor followed behind with his chores and books in his back, "So quickly, Taylor."

As a result, when he walked to the entrance of the square, the low howl of the beast came, which scared Cicero to stand there and was stunned. He was really unbelievable that such a thing could still appear in the city of Rome. Could it be that the beast threshold of the Gladiator School was loosened again? "Tyro, please tell the people behind to wave the torch, hurry!"

The followers and slaves behind him knew that the beast was afraid of fire, so they hurriedly protected the side of the master and danced with flames towards the beast covered with long hair.

What is it? It is almost the same size as a lion, much larger than the leopard in Asia Minor, but its posture and howling are like a wolf. The other vendors who came to the market also witnessed the monster like Cicero. They were so scared that they threw the basket and trailer in place and ran away in the alley. This behavior confirmed that Cicero was not in a nightmare. "What did I see? The eyes, nose and fangs of the Nile falcon were like pigs. They were covered with long hairs and howled like jackals." Cicero murmured to himself.

The monster was like a ghost. Facing Cicero, he ran around for a few times, then roared and jumped in the air, jumped a few times, and then he entered the cabin and disappeared. Then a red flame rose and flew to Capitoer Mountain. Cicero and his servant stood there blankly. He couldn't move for a long time, and several slaves hurried to the cabin where the monster went. After a while, his face pale so that Cicero could see clearly one hundred feet away. He ran back, "The hostess of this family had just given birth to a monster baby, with two heads, and had no gender at all, like a ball of flesh."

"Take me to see." Cicero was shocked.

But the slave shook his head and said, "The baby died as soon as he was born, full of blood." Its four eyes were half open.

After the morning mist and smoke slowly floated, the noise in Julia's synagogue was rampant. Every elder learned about the tragic death of Dehimos and the southwards of all Libida's legions. They rolled up their sleeves, slammed their arms, and angrily besieged Cicero, "I think you have promised that with the orders of Libida as the high priest and the consul, the chaos in the entire republic will disappear!"

"Don't panic, we still have a lot of room for maneuver." Cicero shouted.

"You said the smoke disappeared before, but now you have to say wiggle room, we should cut off your tongue now." The elders cried in grief and anger, and the spitting stars flew in front of Cicero like a meteor shower.

"You shouldn't have sent Libidaus to the war. At that time, you should have completely entrust the command of the army to Young Caesar!" Some people said so.

"God knows what your mind is that you want to award the murderer Xie Shenji to Dihemoth. This really angered Caesar and Li Bida." Some people said so.

The Senate was covered with plants and trees, and the entire Roman city, no, the same was true for Italy. Whether it was a noble or a civilian, everyone was packing their luggage, with the goal of escaping as far as possible. Many people said that the only thing Malulas did right in his life was to live in seclusion in the countryside in advance. This proved that stupid people would also have unexpected blessings.

In the chaotic synagogue, Cicero was still raising his arms and kept shouting, saying that now he should "maintain the throne and compromise". He advocated the use of the money in the treasury, recruiting all citizens of the age in the city and the suburbs, and appropriately liberating young and strong slaves, arming all the sword-fighting slaves in the school, and forming two legions as soon as possible, preferably with a thousand cavalry. Then, after we have the capital to resist, we will negotiate with Li Bida and Octavia. "We don't need to panic, and we don't need to do anything to shame the Republic and the Senate due to the temporary difficulties. We are still in charge of the overall situation and give orders. In this defense work, all the elders and all the knights in the city of Rome should join in, and someone will come out,

If you have money, we can achieve great and brilliant victory in fighting the beasts of tyranny. From now on, Bisso and I are the highest-ranking inspectors to guide all work temporarily. Our compatriots must remember that the greatest terror is not tyranny, but the fear of tyranny. From now on, no one with status or official positions is allowed to leave the city of Rome. From now on, no one is allowed to absent from the meeting for any reason such as illness. Did Pyros and Hannibal at the time when they were at the city of the city? Did the elders not come to the synagogue for these insignificant reasons? Remember that it was the fighting spirit of unwilling to be slaves that supported Rome for seven hundred years, making it the most powerful country in the world. Now reminding us of our ancestors..."

"Li Bida's thirteenth legion is in the city!" Someone came to his voice, "Cicero wants to make a long speech, and I think he should be asked to go. Maybe his entourage will sell him to the big head soldiers for a price of one thousand Seth."

After saying that, on the seats and tables, all the elders jumped and ran like monkeys, snatching the door, just like a country villager who couldn't wait to attend a celebration, two elders' fingers were squeezed and broken.

"Where are you going?" Cicero, who was standing in the middle of a mess, shouted.

"We are going to escape, or to show our loyalty to Li Bida, Young Caesar, or Anthony. We are not involved in any conspiracy." A veteran shouted at Cicero without respect, and then turned around and ran away, leaving his sandals aside.

Cicero turned around and looked at it. There was only one veteran who was still there, Bisso, a colleague of the inspector who was wearing double purple-edged cannons, "Luccius Corpunius Bisso, I didn't expect you to stay and co-preside over the current situation with me."

"Dear Cicero, I am old and I really have no body to squeeze the door frame with those people. I am afraid I will die on the spot." Bisso replied, and then both of them smiled bitterly. At this moment, Cicero looked at the documents responsible for recording and asked them, "Continue to put up the shelves and do not escape your duties. Your Excellency Bisso and I still have to issue the order, but there is no need to vote now."

Then, Cicero continued, "First, release Gaus from the dungeon! Then, release Casca, Sipingzel and others from there. We are not biased." (To be continued, please search for Piaotianyi, the novel is better and faster!
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