"Yes, yes, Priapus is the god of masculine manhood, who can stir up the morale of our armies, and who is as timid as they are in the face of the Romans on the battlefield, just as they are not afraid of women on the bed. I learned that a mystical ritual, particularly effective, was to cut off a man's **, and then anoint it with spices, and then have a woman, preferably a prostitute, sit on it and recite a hymn in praise of God. Obisius methodically suggested.

Mithridates nodded, as if suddenly remembering something, "Speaking of this Priaps ritual, isn't there something called it?" ”

"It's Calabis, my bixia, and let Timothy perform castration surgery on him as soon as possible before the decisive battle with the Romans." Obisius immediately pouted.

"Father, if I'm not mistaken, Obisius is also a able-bodied man, so why wouldn't Weishenme offer his one to the god Priaps?" Adiana protested below, "And don't pin the defeat of the Romans on the ethereal gods, isn't it enough that we sacrificed to the gods in Sinop before?" In the previous battle, Tak Schiller had captured half a whole company of Roman soldiers, along with their centurions, and Weishenme did not ask the enemy how they fought! ”

"My dear princess, God will not be pleased with that thing of mine, he prefers blood and blood sacrifices." Obi Hughespie didn't smile.

Mithridates shouted to Adiana, "Shut up, who allowed you to slander the patron saint of the country and the family like this", then covered his wound and thought for a while, and asked Obisius, "Timosius is a strange and stubborn man, what if he stubbornly refuses to perform castration surgery?" ”

Obisius bowed deeply and said, "Bixia, don't be in a hurry, is it possible that in such a large retinue of the royal family, only Timosius is the only one who can castrate the little chicken and duckling or the little Calabis?" ”

"Well, tomorrow there will be a ceremony to sacrifice Priaps, Obisius, and prepare the rest of the wine, fruit trees, and other offerings. Also, involve the whole army in this sacred ceremony. When Mithridates had given this order, he waved his hand sleepily and motioned for all the men to stand down, and that he was going to rest.

In the early morning of the next day, dressed in a splendid garment woven of silk and wrapped in a half-worn cloak given to him by Lucuras, he stood on the altar of the haode that had been erected in advance, and was accompanied by several sheep, a pile of wine jars, and evergreen pine branches, and he looked at the altar where the haode was laid, and on it stood an ugly man, the carving of Priaps, one-eyed, one-legged, but with a huge ** raised high, and according to legend he was the son of Dionysus and Eros, and blessed the orchard and reproduction, and the incense sticks on the altar were smoky all around, Accompanied by the strange dancing and singing of the masked priests, indescribably terrible and absurd, the cold wind blew, his black hair was like a small wave of wheat, his narrow eyes were a little unable to open, and his fingers caressed the enamel gold pendant that Adiana had given him beforehand.

He turned to see that the entire altar was densely surrounded by Pontus' cavalry and archers, many of whom were pointing fingers and full of genuine curiosity about the ritual. Not far from the altar, the soldiers set up a high platform to inspect the altar, and the royal families of Ponticus, such as Mithridates, Adiana and Stratonis, and the Pontic generals such as Takschiller, Bidita and Acelaus, sat under the scepters and parasols, ready to watch everything that was happening at the altar.

On the opposite side of the altar, stood a naked and ochre-smeared Potti, plump with a carcass as honey, quietly looking at Calabis.

"Little Calabis, I would like to ask you at this moment, do you regret it? Originally, as long as you say a word, you can now fly with this lovely Potty, but alas, what I want to enjoy today is a shocking tragedy of the Lord's servant loyalty, Suo Suo Suo. Obisius, who presided over the ceremony, rubbed his hands, laughed and felt great excitement, this daughter who had developed by his daughter, because he was only a poor musician in his youth, suffered a lot of white eyes, so after he was developed, he was psychologically distorted, and in the court he always took pleasure in torturing young male and female slaves, and today he is even more happy.

At Obisius's side was a certain doctor with an expressionless face and an idiot face, who came to replace Timosius with the main knife, which Obisius had chosen at will, and two assistants set up a long table on the altar, and put knives, saws, axes and other tools one by one

Adiana, who was standing under the parasol, looked at it and felt her body tremble a little, she didn't know how Obisius would treat Calabis, let alone if Carabis would survive, by the way, whether Carabis would - she suddenly remembered that she had given her a pendant before, which was full of violent venom!

She was interrupted by the sound of a military trumpet, and more than 100 captured Roman soldiers, led by Pentarius and Hebrida, marched to the platform of Mithridates and said, "Give these people unshackles." Mithridates waved generously, and then he said to Adjana, "Good girl, I think you have some truth in what you said yesterday, so I must ask these defeated generals at once what they think of the tactics of our own army in front of me, and how they can help me to defeat the enemy." ”

"What the hell is that-Calabis? What is he doing standing in front of the statue of Priaps! And Poti. Highbrida squeezed her sore wrist, looked at the altar, and shouted involuntarily.

"All on your knees!" One of the Praetorian Guards of Pontus, standing on a high step, laid down the golden scepter of the Mithra Sun in his hand, and demanded that the heads of all Roman captives should not exceed the height of the scepter.

Utterus fell to his knees in great pain, and the other soldiers, seeing the senior centurion like this, also fell to the ground. Hybrida cursed in Utarius' ear: "You coward, my brother has misjudged you, the tuna road Curas has misjudged you, and the citizens of Rome have misjudged you. ”

Utarius paid no attention to him, and Mithridates felt that the sight was not bad: on the one hand, he could boost the morale of his soldiers with the sacrifice of Priaps; On the one hand, he was able to find a way to defeat the Eighth Legion on the opposite side by interrogating the captives of the Roman dogs.

"Whoever can name the weakness of your legion's formation on the other side, I will reward him with five thousand drachmas." Mithridates pointed to the formation of the Eighth Legion on the other side of the river, and said to the captives kneeling under the watchtower—but no one paid any attention to him, and at last Utterus climbed forward tremblingly, kissed Mithra's scepter, and then shouted: "This is a zigzag formation that strengthens the reserves."

"You, Utarius, you're crazy, are you still worthy of your family!" Highbrida below shouted angrily.

But Utiris didn't pay attention to him at all, raised his hands, and looked like he was bending his knees and begging for mercy, "Your Excellency the princess has offered me a high price of 20,000 drachmas a year in advance, now please give me a wooden board and a pipe pen, I can draw the formation diagram and tricks, and dedicate it to you and the beautiful princess." ”

A linguistic slave next to him translated Utilus's words to Mithridates, who laughed and said no, I know Latin, and then he asked Adiana if this was the case, and Adiana said to her father for a while, Mithridates nodded, and the two attendants handed an ivory board and pen to Uthrides, and the other sat on the steps, and drew against the curses of the soldiers of the Triple.

Over there, Obisius raised his hand on the altar to indicate that it was time to begin, and everyone's attention turned to the other side.

Just as the doctor made a look and told Calabis to lie down on the table, Calabis's body shook violently, like a sift of chaff, and Obisius saw that urine was actually flowing from between his legs!

"Sosososo, Calabis, are you called a soul that does not possess the body?" In Potty's tears, Obisius smirked happily.