Chapter 29: Loneliness (Part II)

At the corner of the bull market, the torches in the slaves' hands shook violently, Caesar fell to the ground, stretched and curled up like a shrimp, the back of his head was almost terribly folded to the side of his back, his cloak was full of muddy water, and his mouth made a howling sound, and he tried to grasp something, but could not catch anything, and his eyes were glazed, and several slaves easily shoved a piece of cork into his mouth, and then went to a lighted tavern, wrapped Caesar in his cloak, and carried him in.

"Shut up and keep quiet, or I'll kill you all!" Caesar's personal servant, who led the way, put the dagger to the young maid who came out with a lantern to greet her, so frightened that he could not even scream, and then the slave behind him gave him a money bag, and the maid was silent and led them in.

This is an unusually shabby tavern, the clay cups on the rough wooden table are scattered everywhere, the walls are full of traces of smoke and fire, and there are rows of wine jars piled up, and a few rickets in the corner, the same shabby wine customers as this tavern, seeing the person who came in, in the body wrapped in a cloak, the hanging hands are unusually white, and they are full of gold rings, they know that the other party is not a vulgar horn, so after secretly glancing twice, he immediately turned his face away, threw down a few copper coins, and left with interest, you must know that in this city, Knowing the secrets of the big people means that they are extremely dangerous.

But if only one recognized it as Julius. What an impressive sight it must have been in Caesar's words, the father of the nation of Rome, the dictator, the consul who served for ten consecutive years, the tribune for life, the descendant of Venus, and so on, and so on, and so on, and so on. Now I'm like a drunkard with gambling debts. Laid aside in a corner full of lime scars. Lying on the bench, constantly twitching and moaning to make a laugh.

It took a long time for Caesar to regain his composure, and when he came to his senses, he hurriedly covered his face with his cloak, shrunk into a corner, and straightened his thin, messy hair. Then, gasping for breath and breathing evenly, he asked the slave with him, "No one has found out who I am, has he?" ”

After receiving an affirmative answer, Caesar stood up against the wall, stumbled along the wall, and disappeared into the darkness again.

About half a day later, the new type of Tribus Folk Assembly was finally convened, and now the assembly hall was filled with bunting, arcades, and comfortable seating, with representatives of local citizens dressed in various colors. One after another, they walked into the assembly hall with some talking and laughing. Li Bida stood at the entrance with a smile, Matthias beside him brought several trained high slaves, this group of slaves had a special ability, that is, to remember people's faces and names, whenever they saw an important person from various places, they would quickly call up this person's information in the brain memory bank, and concisely tell Li Bida the most important information within ten steps: name, family, occupation, etc.

So Li Bida greeted the important people one by one very enthusiastically, and chatted with each other very accurately, and the cavalry commander's "unknown foresight" simply amazed many people, and also made them admire, worthy of being a model for all foreign and local citizens.

Therefore, the bill of the knightly court was unusually smooth, and the votes manipulated by the senators suddenly became a very small minority, and even the urban emancipation slave group with four Tribus votes also voted for their political star, Libidaeus.

Then the grand feast of the wolf came, and all the representatives of the elect who were still stranded in Rome, and the protagonists of the festival, a large number of women, gathered in the great square, and the priests first lay down the bronze statues of Romulus and Remus drinking the milk of the she-wolf, and entered the square in a cheer, and then Caesar wore a purple robe and purple boots, and his wife Corpunia wore a silk tunic and a priceless jeweled armband, which looked strangely dazzling in the crowd, and Caesar was in the cheers of the crowd, He ascended to a high platform and sat on a chair full of ivory gold, with Corpunia standing beside him like a queen.

"Kill the sacrificial goat, and may your husbands be as brave as the wolves that devour the sheep tonight, and let you be conceived holy." Caesar then raised his forearms and smiled at the crowd in the square.

All the women jumped up excitedly, and then they clapped their hands and stood in several circles around the main square, noisily pushing and shoving, all trying to squeeze themselves to the front. At the sound of the trumpet, the priests rushed down from the hut of Romulus on Palatine Hill, howling, and then several goats were released from the sheepfold, bleating and running away, but Antony, who was in the ranks of the priests, took the lead, and he alone caught two goats, and his wife, Fulivia, sat in a sedan chair, and triumphantly shouted to the people around him that this was my husband.

In the praise, Anthony and the priests brandished knives and saws, killed the goats one by one in the square, and then violently ripped off their skins in a pool of blood, and tore them into strips, and then the climax of the Wolf Festival came, Antony and many priests draped the bloody sheepskin over themselves, and then dangled the sheepskin strips in their hands, and ran quickly around the runway of the square, the women laughed, and then lifted their skirts, revealing all kinds of buttocks, and accepted the "whipping" of the priests' sheepskin strips, They think that in this way they will be able to conceive or conceive again.

"Call Anthony here, call Anthony here, I need his parchment strip to whip me." Fulivia jumped off the sedan chair and said excitedly, and then she actually found that Claudia was also calling the same words next to her, so she viciously pushed the other party away, sarcastically saying, "What else do you need this for?" Do you want to create a scandal in the family? ”

At this time, Antony ran to the high platform and offered the parchment to Corpunia, wishing her to give birth to Caesar as soon as possible, and Corpunia expressed his gratitude, and Caesar also sat on a chair and wished Antony a cavalry commander.

But at this time, Antony suddenly took a crown from his clothes and handed it to Caesar, "Please put this on the almighty dictator and lead our ship on." ”

Seeing this scene, the crowd in the square was dumbfounded, even the priests stopped running, everyone watched, all the focus was on the crown, everyone did not know how Caesar would treat this behavior, if he wore it, it would be a terrible thing, no matter how equal Caesar's style and power are to the king, the Romans can tolerate it by default, but they just can't bear him to wear that crown, this is the thinking of the Romans.

"Rome has had seven kings, and there will be no eighth, and it will always be a republic." When Caesar had said this, he pushed the crown back. (To be continued......)