"The patriarchs of the Upper Germanic provinces signed a letter demanding regional autonomy, and they provided Rome with one-third of its annual income from agriculture and trade. Others, whether famine or abundance, managed themselves, supplying Rome with troops in wartime. ”

"The drought in Iberia continues, and farmers have reached the point where they are robbing the rich to make ends meet."

"Britannica ......"

More than half a year after Tiberius's case, Apis was in charge of a vast empire in the Administrator's Residence. Most of the documents handed over from all over the country are handled by the cabinet members, that is, the think tank around Apis, and only some major events will be sent to Apis's desk to wait for the ruling of the supreme ruler of the empire.

"I don't have to report the Germanic autonomy to the ground, it will never work. These Germanic people were already difficult to manage, and it was even more dangerous to let them be independent and self-governing. They were now well said to provide one-third of their annual output to Rome, but once the famine came, no one knew if the patriarchs would think otherwise. This thinking of theirs must be cut off at the source. Let them abandon this idea. If you take care of this matter personally, the poll tax can be reduced, but the obligation to serve in the military cannot be reduced. ”

Sitting in a noble and luxurious ivory chair, Appis calmly handled various affairs.

"Iberian ......"

"In the case of the Iberian famine, let the governor of Africa be responsible for preparing and transporting food, first transporting a batch of relief grain to Spain, stabilizing the momentum of the local rebellion, and then if the drought has not eased, let the local officials increase the fiscal deficit, and the amount owed by the Roman side will be appropriately forgiven and returned in installments."

Without waiting for the Cabinet Chief to finish, Apis returned with a sophisticated finish. Tell him the solution.

"Also, what did you just say happened to Britain?"

"There is another rebellion in Britain."

"Damn, why is that area always so unpeaceful."

Apis asked irritably.

"Why!"

"The cause was that the city magistrates of Sims imposed a trade tax on the local Britons and kidnapped some British maidens, which led to protests, which were suppressed by the city magistrates by force, which led to bloodshed, which in turn turned into a rebellion of the whole tribe......"

"Whether it's big or small, rebellion is no small matter. Okay, I got the idea. I will mobilize the legions to suppress it. At the same time, local officials were severely punished. Damn, it's really not a good thing to be too far from the capital. That's all there are three things? ”

Appis finished and then asked.

"Yes, these three things are more serious."

"Okay, you go down, remember what I said, how to explain to the patriarchs of the Upper Germanic Province, it is not an easy job to reason with these barbarian elders."

After the day's work, Appis lay down in the comfortable white ivory chair, ready to rest. This is the most extravagant benefit of the Roman Empire, and you have to enjoy it when you come into this world. Calling a few more slaves over in the evening, and fighting three hundred rounds while the sword was still old, Apis thought to himself that it was time to rest.

"...... Apis"

But just as Appis was about to rest with a sigh of relief, Crane's familiar loud voice sounded outside the door.

"Come in, no one."

Appis shouted, tired and not wanting to get up.

"Brother, have something to deal with?"

Crane walked in in a loose cunika, and asked wryly when he saw the pile of gongs piled up at the top of Appis's table.

"No, it's done. Sit down, brother, what do you want to drink? ”

"Gallic origin, the best wines, you know my penchant."

Crane also closed the door when he entered, and when no one was around, Apis and Crane were as close as dead friends, without manners or etiquette.

"Appis, you've had a lot of business lately?"

"As before, it's the same things that happen in the remote areas, and there's hardly anything big going on in Italy. It's all the Celtic and Germanic tribes that're causing trouble, you know, they're so annoying that it's almost impossible to cure. ”

Appis said, handing Klein a glass of crystal clear wine.

"Give the Governor more powers appropriately? Don't look for you for everything, it's very tiring. ”

Taking a sip of the "royalty-only" wine water, Klein asked as he lay back in his chair.

"No, the power of the governor is already great enough, and if you give them more power, it will be equivalent to a small independent kingdom, and I even plan to take back the military power, and compress the military power of the governors in various places to half a legion, and only if there is an urgent rebellion, the army can be used, and at other times, if you need to use the legion, you will consult the Roman side."

"Whatever you want, brother, I'm here today to tell you a very unfortunate news."

Having no interest in politics, Klein quickly "got down to business."

"What's the matter?"

Klein is a person who doesn't know how to hide his emotions, and the heavier the expression on his face, the more serious the matter. Appis had a sense of foreboding.

"There's news from Tretus, There's news from Tretus."

Crane picked up his glass and replied with a sad face.

"Where is he?"

Appis's heart was in his throat, not just about Tretus, but more importantly about Octavia, a woman who was so desolate that Apis didn't want to see her hurt even a little more.

"Worst case scenario...... He went to Parthia. And, now an officer under Orodus, a young officer...... I think that's what Orodus kept for you. ”

Crane said with a sad look on his face.

"Damn it, stupid child! Now, even if I wanted to save him, I couldn't save him. He would be an enemy of Rome and would never be able to set foot on Roman soil. Once returned, it can only be dealt with for treason. Damn, what did Teretus think? The IQ is touching ......"

"What does it mean to be intellectually touching?"

Crane asked, confused.

"It means that the IQ is very low. By the way, does Octavia know about this? ”

"I don't know for the time being, I just got the news this morning, the grapevine, it hasn't been made public, Octavia shouldn't know yet."

Crane replied with a heavy heart as he pinched his wine glass. He knew that the matter of Teretus was not a big deal, but it involved the personal feelings of Appis and Octavia, and it would be tricky to deal with. Once anything is mixed with an emotional factor, it becomes extremely complicated. Klein understood the truth, and he was a witness when Apis and Octavia fell in love.

"You can tell Octavia the news so he can be prepared. But don't say anything else, it's not a glorious thing, and everyone knows about it. The fewer people who know about it, the better it will be for me to operate. Do you understand? Brothers. ”

"Yes, I understand......"

Looking at Appis's preoccupied appearance, Klein also felt heavy and helpless in his heart.