"The Legion, the merits of which need not be repeated, but it does not have the bravery and zeal of the Civilian Army, and the Masi can bravely attack our large forces in the mountains and jungles with half a hundred, which is unimaginable in the eyes of the Legion - without sufficient supplies, without a full number of troops, without the promise of arbitrary plunder, these soldiers do not dare or want to fight, and while they are proficient in established tactics, they have also become stupid and conformist."

"In the past, the soldiers of the legion were free, brave, and noble citizens, but now anyone can mix in, and the ruffians, debtors, traders, and slaves are mixed in, and Marius has freed all his personal slaves at once and set up a separate detachment, and I am worried about the degeneration and degeneration of the nature of the Roman army."

"May the god Jupiter bless the Republic, may the prophecy of the witch Sybil be frustrated, and the Legion, a war machine, is less and less the thing of the state and more like it has the state, and I am afraid that if any careerist, in any name, instigates it, the city of Rome will fall into disgrace and destruction."

In addition, there is the "History of the Iberian War", in which Luculas acts as a bystander, narrating the journey of the general of the Marian party, that is, Milou's former superior, the "one-eyed dragon" Sethuris, in Spain to fight against the army of Sulla with a small army. In the book, Luculas satirizes the Sulphaan general Metra. Bius (from the illustrious Metra family, also the matrilineal family of Lucuras), said that he had no high reputation, and when he fought the One-Eyed Dragon in the mountains of Spain, he even had his men line up in a dense battle phalanx, and his clumsiness made the rival One-Eyed Dragon laugh at him. Of course, this one also ridiculed Pompey, who later entered Spain, saying how embarrassed he was when he played against the one-eyed dragon in Spain, but he was full of praise for the one-eyed dragon's tactics, talking about how the one-eyed dragon faced the encirclement and suppression of the Roman heavy army, adopted flexible tactics, and what superb skills he used to win the loyalty of the Spanish barbarians, etc.

In the book, Luculas complained, narrated, excited, and worried, and at his desk Calabis kept copying, in fact he copied in duplicate—and one more, for his own collection.

When he reached the end of the book, his breath became short, and Lucuras was there, using a lot of vellum paper, to draw the Roman legions' drills and formations in detail!

Hell, this is similar to the existence of military secrets, and Luculas is bold enough, and these contents are also all-encompassing, from recruit training to maritime operations, from basic horizontal formations to complex formations, all copied on it. Calabis's hands trembled slightly, and the pen in his hand sped up, copying all these things on the other pieces of calf paper, and he didn't care if he could read it or not, in short, he just copied it down first: I learned fighting boxing, learning sword fighting, and now what I am learning is fighting formation. Fighting Fist Tyrangnan can teach me, Fighting Sword Tagus can teach me, and I really don't know if I can use the science of fighting array in the future, but once I want to use this thing, only I can teach myself, and I can survive on the treacherous and changeable battlefield.

When there were still two unfinished, the lead ash was gone, and Calabis rubbed his tired eyes, and resolved to copy again tomorrow, for it was almost twilight, and he had to count and register the holy objects in the holy treasury, and with this he put the scrolls into the bottom of the bookcase, and then prepared to carry the lamp and do his work. At this time, Zeno put on a wide coat again and hurriedly walked out, and after a while, the mysterious man in black and the strong man with his entourage also slowly paced out.

Lucuras had warned himself that in the Holy Treasury, he should charge more money and ask less questions—and Calabis, who had taken it to heart, held the lamp and respectfully avoided the way, and only after seeing the other party disappear did he inspect, clean, and lock the rooms in the Holy Treasury.

Busy and busy, suddenly he heard a slight cough, looked back, and was taken aback, on the verandah, Lichelia, dressed in virgin white, stood behind him with a flickering candle in her hand, and she had just coughed to alert his attention.

Li Xilia is forty years old, but it seems that the long-term abstinence and elegant life has not left a heavy mark on her body, her demeanor is clear and outstanding, and her black hair is neatly combed behind her slender neck, but she has the charm of a girl and a mature woman.

"Salute like the chief priest of the hearth." Calabis was obviously a little flustered in his heart, whether his actions in the temple of the Stove God were noticed by the priestess, but he did not show it on the surface, and still saluted the other party very calmly.

"Calabis, what you did in the Stove Temple, in fact, I know everything." Richlia didn't have much expression on her face.

At this moment, Calabis was in place, not knowing what to say.

"Don't worry, when Tuna Road Kuras recommended you to come, it means that this lucrative job belongs to you, and you deserve it - I just wanted to ask, did the virgins of the temple mix in here?"

"You should know this, the men and women who come here are all cloaked and veiled, I don't think there should be a virgin who comes in in a grand manner, right?" Calabis was clever in making his answer ambiguous.

"Well, just to ask, you must know that the chastity of the virgin of the temple of the Stove God is related to the safety of the entire republic, and I don't want to encounter the shame of having a virgin buried alive when I take the position of priest." Richia explained, and then whispered: "There is one more thing that you should pay special attention to, there is a treasure in the Holy Treasury, and you have to take special care of Haode, that is, the 'Sybil Prophecy', this book is related to the Senate's control of the fortunes of the country, and now there are only six remaining volumes in the Temple of the Stove. ”

Calabis replied in succession, and Richia gave him the candle in her hand with satisfaction, and said, "You are working here, and I have told him of what I have commanded, and if there is any situation that is necessary to inform you in time—now, take the lamp, and lead the way." ”

At home, the little pigeon Paluma has been asleep during the day, playing ball and hide and seek with Van Lenjuna for a long time. Potty put her hands on the stove, her black wavy hair, swaying as Calabis hit behind her buttocks, "Lighter, oh, lighter, Carabis" Her carcass trembled and shook as she closed the kitchen shutters with her hands in a panic, but Carabis didn't give her this chance at all, brutally pushed her to the blinds, and used her bare feet to separate the woman's equally naked feet, and then used the trick of "fighting swords" to stab back and forth, the cold moonlight sprinkled in winter, Condensing on Potty's twitching back, making her arched deep and narrow back line unusually sexy, in the heavy snort, her hands clenched the blinds tighter and tighter, and Calabis also felt that the "scabbard" of the sword was gradually tightening rhythmically due to the stimulation of bliss, and the "sword fight" was being struck more and more cramped.