"Isn't it a bad feeling to persecute the enemy who assassinated you and not be able to kill him?"

Returning from Anthony's dinner, Marcus Crassus turned sideways and whispered to Appis. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info It's late at night, and no one will notice the conversation between them.

But Apis was still very depressed, and indeed, little Crassus was right, this feeling was not good, and he had repeatedly caught the handle of this mouse, but he was never able to defeat him, and there was a sense of irritability that was powerful and useless.

"Yes, he is right in front of me, but I can't stab him with a sword. Marcus, you know what? This demon has sent people to assassinate me more than once, and on two occasions, he almost succeeded in it. Either way, he persecuted me from a nobleman to a slave. Let me suffer from torment, dark years. ”

Appis said, dejectedly draining the wine in his hand.

"It's infuriating, but Caesar's order has come down, and we can't touch the nobles in the city, who are Caesar's bargaining chips with Pompey. Apis, your whole life has been ruined by war. But it just so happens that it is also the war that has made you who you are today. ”

Little Crassus's words are quite flavorful, and they can be regarded as a summary of Appis's six-year military career.

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"Rabienus, tomorrow I intend to release all the Roman nobles under house arrest, and if they choose to stay, I will retain all their power in Skopje. And, they can not support my reforms for the time being. Do you think they'll stay? ”

The news of Antony's capture of Skopje soon reached Caesar's ears, and Caesar gave Caesar an order that in a week's time, all the nobles should be given a free choice to return to Pompey or continue to live in the city and live their original lives. Caesar himself, in Corinth, sat down again with Rabienus. They sat staring at each other, discussing the past.

The wrinkles on Rabienus's face deepened, and he sat across from Caesar like an old man who had been through the vicissitudes of life, looking at Caesar with the eyes of an old friend.

"I don't know, some will stay, some won't."

Rabbi Enus looked at Caesar and replied calmly.

It's been a long time since they've sat and talked like this, and the last time they've sat and talked together was in Gaul, after Alesia's victory. And looking back at that time at this time, it is like a world away.

Caesar thought of the nightingale outside the window, singing the long, mournful music under the beautiful night sky. At that time, he and Rabienus were still as close as brothers.

"What about you? Will you stay? Rabienus. ”

Caesar said, holding a cup of hot ale on the table. The steaming heat seemed to take them to the distant years. How Caesar wished that had not yet happened. Rabienus is still his former iron-fisted brother, but this is not the reality.

"No, it won't."

Rabbi Enus's answer remained calm, but resolute.

Caesar was a little lonely, but then he adjusted his mentality again, and said with a smile.

"I respect your choice, Rabienus. Maybe in your eyes now, I'm still the warmonger who started the war illegally. I'm still the one you think of as the war criminal who brought Rome into civil war. ”

Caesar sighed helplessly after speaking.

"Caesar, you are one of the greatest generals of Rome, but we have different philosophies."

Rabbi Enus leaned down and said that his body was already showing a bit of old age, and that the betrayal of his friend had made him haggard. The two are good in all aspects, but there is only a difference in philosophy. There is nothing saddest in life than this. Each does not understand the other...... tried to be good to each other, but in the end, they went further and further. How Caesar wished that in his lifetime, a prosperous and peaceful Rome with an efficient government would unfold before Rabienus, but until then, Rabienus would not believe it, he would only think that his friend Julius Caesar, had brought the suffering of war to the Roman people.

"Alas...... Let's talk about your family affairs, shall we? If I'm not mistaken, you send your paycheck back to your hometown every year. You said you were going to build your hometown of Gulum into a second Capuya. You say your wife is beautiful, she has brown hair, and her lips are so sexy and gentle that you can sleep all day in her arms. You said you also had a son. Little Rabienus, well, little Rabinus...... He must be thirteen years old by now. Maybe fifteen? Rabinus, you haven't been back for a long, long time, do you miss them? ”

Caesar sat opposite Rabienus like a true best friend, an old friend, and talked about the past between them. Caesar knew Rabienus very well, and learned about his family history, family, and hometown. He knew that it was not easy for Rabienus to persevere to this day and achieve today's results. And Caesar's words were like a pair of warm hands at the moment, stirring the cold heart of Rabbi Enus. Rabienus almost burst into tears. But he held back. In front of Caesar, he held back......

"yes, it's been so long since I've been away from home, seven years? Oh, more than that, eight years. Before I left for Gaul, I had been back to my hometown once, and now I look back on it as far away as a dream. My wife, oh, hehe, I wonder if she will still recognize me? My baby...... I hope he is doing well. Fourteen years old, already leading the pony around. If I go back, I must teach him how to ride a horse. Yes, on horseback, like a true Roman knight......"

Rabienus said, choked up. His eyes softened. In the warmth of the firelight, Rabienus seemed to see his distant hometown, where the fragrance of irises wafted through the whole field, and the small harbor there, were there still those lonely boats moored?

No one knew how much Caesar and Rabienus had talked about that night, they just chatted in the light of the brazier, and the figures in the tent did not lie down until very late...... It wasn't until dawn that the soldiers found the two lying drunk in the house, like children.

But all the soldiers also knew that after that night, Julius Caesar and Rabienus would be enemies forever. It was their last night of long talk, and henceforth, if these two great Roman generals met on the battlefield, there would only be a moment of sword confrontation. (To be continued.) )