When Leo and Vivia left their father's room, he saw his sister Corinna sitting on the stone chair next to the corridor with a loss of regret. "Why don't you go to bed? My father and I are about to leave for an expedition soon. ∽↗" Leo stepped forward and asked, and Vivia noticed something in her heart, so she kissed her husband lightly and walked towards her dormitory.

"I'm looking at the mosaic painting posted opposite. It's a hunting picture, right?" Corinna's eyes did not look at Leo, but stared at the direction of the things she pointed. "Maybe many years ago, many years ago, in the prehistoric mythological era, men were like this. They held sticks and knives and forks stained with blood, roaring to chase their prey. When there was no prey, they devoured their companions. In such a picture, there was never a woman, and the woman was thrown at home, right?"

Leo half-squatted down and gently held his sister's hand, "I understand what you are saying, but my father was not at all wrong. The situation was developing too quickly. Now all the relatives do it for the Emilius family, so do you, Corinna."

"Is that so, I'm very, very honored." Corinna replied with a faint sarcasm, then she stood up and left Leo's side.

Leo also felt a little depressed, so he walked to the flower hall in the front hall to rest. At this time, the slave of the door suddenly stood in front of him and told him that there was a very important friend waiting for him outside.

When Leo went out, he saw Agripa holding a torch and a cloak, and Juba standing beside him, and then the three of them hugged each other intimately. "Oh tonight I'm just a messenger of adjustment. Someone is waiting for you in the tavern in front."

"Is it Turinus?" Leo asked casually.

Agripa and Juba looked at each other, then nodded at Leo.

When everyone found the tavern with signs, Caesar had already asked his entourage to disperse all the other guests, and sat alone on the table in the center, with glassware filled with rosy country wine in front of it. After seeing Leo, he immediately stood up and hugged him. After a few greetings, Caesar cut into the subject, "I go to Greece and Epirus. Fighting with vicious enemies requires effective assistants, you, Agripa, Juba and Mesenas are all here, and we live in the same camp, as we had sworn before, support each other like the three brothers of Horas. After conquering Athens, Thessalia and Crete, you are all outstanding talents who can command a legion, how about?"

"It's really good." Leo sipped the drink, looked at Agripa and Juba with an excited expression, and then the conversation turned around. "But I'm sorry, I have decided to follow my father to Sicily. As the deputy envoy there, managing the allocation of supplies and soldiers, I think this can also increase my knowledge and ability."

Seeing the other party's rejection, Young Caesar's smile was a little stiff, but he still hung on his face and continued to persuade, "There are so many guardians, and the command positions are all long-standing soldiers. Leo, if you want to command a brigade, you are afraid that you will not have a chance? Think about it, look at how excited Agripa is, because when I go to conquer Brutu, I will directly entrust the Forty-Three Army to him. As long as you come, the commander of the Eighteenth Legion, which originally belonged to Dehimos, is yours."

"I'm sorry Turinus, I don't think it's a good thing like this. We are all young people with no experience. Just commanding a legion in battle is irresponsible to soldiers and careers. I think it's more appropriate for my father's advice."

"Father's advice?" Young Caesar could no longer hold it back, and he mocked, "I told you to bury your head in the warehouse, with slaves holding documents everywhere, piles of pottery jars and shoes everywhere, and stacks of papers everywhere, and now you think that engaging in such a humble activity is what a high priest, a nobleman born in the Republic, should do?"

"It's nothing. My father explained these things clearly and understood the war." After Leo finished speaking, he stood up and bowed to everyone and said goodbye.

"Leo! You should follow me, maybe after I return from this expedition, I will not continue to consider my marriage with Corinna. People say that intermarriage between nobles is a wheat cake marriage. Yes, it is as fragile as wheat cake. This is still the case a year after marriage, let alone before marriage!" Young Kaiser roared angrily. Agripa and Juba next to him didn't understand what was going on between the two people, so they both stood up awkwardly and proposed to cheer for friendship and love.

At this time, Young Caesar felt that his words had just gone too far. He sat down in pain, covered his face and said sorry, "I just cherish the friendship between us too much. I will marry Corinna after returning from the war. Please tell her dear."

"I will." After saying that, Leo left everyone behind, stepped over the door frame and left.

After a market day, in front of the altar of the altar of the niche in Pulaima Villa, Porti, Vivia and Corinna, with all their families, knelt down in front of the mural sculpture of the family god. Below is a sculpture of a big snake symbolizing reproduction, praying sincerely for the men who went on war.

At the same time, in front of the Temple of the God of War, Li Bida, wearing a blue cloak, held a gilded baton, stood on the steps, in front of the burning altar, on both sides of him were Leo, Parumma, Dussenvier, Paulus, Galius, Karenus, Secres, Petternius and other generals, all in military uniforms. On both sides of the wall behind the pillars, the fifteen legions' respective flag officers stood in rows, holding high the totem flags of the various legions, such as eagle, mountain falcon, Gemini, sheep skull, sea snake, foal, wild boar, etc.

In the semicircular assembly hall opposite, there were full of veterans who came to see him off. Yes, their number was still as large as 600. After negotiation, Libida, Anthony and Young Caesar each urgently promoted their men to fill it in. The blood of the Temple of Concord was changed to "fresh". Not long ago, these people were the sons of liberals or liberated slaves, or guardians in the army. The centurion even stayed as veterans, or just knights. Now they were all dressed in white robes with red edges and sat under the gables with eagle sculptures, waiting for the commander-the high priest and chief consul Libidaus to swear to go to Spain.

On the holy path between the two sides, there were 150 brigades of signs, each holding silver bracelet flags, and sixty entourage cavalry stood in front of them. A white horse riding by the commander was tied to the pillar under the altar.

"I am Karabis, Gornalius, Emilius, Marcos, and Libidaus, and now I stand here, standing here with the consuls elected by the Republic, the Senate and the People's Congress, the army commander and the chief priest." Libida said to all the elders and the flag bearers.

"Good luck, Your Excellency the Consul!" The flag bearer and all the elders stretched out their right hands and saluted. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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