"I'm willing to take out eight hundred Talents, Crassus is willing to pay five hundred Talents, and form a fleet, Caesar can't afford it, but he can coordinate in the Senate and grant the right to form a new legion, this new legion, with the previous counterinsurgency army as the backbone, and can use the Eagle Banner, if there is no accident, it is the thirteenth legion!" Lucuras's voice quickened, "You join in and go out to the Mi Otis Sea as my agent, don't think that you owe me a favor, Calabis, I have no other wishes, only to extinguish Pompey's prestige before I die." ”

It is well known that Pompey, who was complacent in the East, had instructed his henchmen in Rome to make a big noise, claiming that after conquering Petra and capturing Mithridates, he hoped that the Senate would grant him the second triumph of his life, the Great Triumph.

And Luculas and Crassus, in order to extinguish Pompey's prestige, and not let him be too proud, and now Marcha's letter gave these two very good opportunities, and the agent Caesar, by bribing the soothsayer, repeatedly said that the danger of the city of Rome was imminent, and flocks of flying crows came from the east, and their feathers were stained with the frost of the Thracian Mountains (I don't know how the soothsayer judged it)—Caesar then explained the meaning of divination: Mithridates was not dormant, he would follow Colchis and the Caucasus Mountains, to the kingdom of Persephorus, and then south to Thrace and Macedonia, threatening the security of the Republic. Therefore, the province of Macedonia had to send a newly formed legion to assist Marcha, and of course it was better to defeat Mithridates and cut off his head, or capture him, so that Pompey's exploits would be robbed.

Crassus secretly told Caesar that everything was assured that Mithridates was on his trip. According to intelligence. Only a few thousand slaves and three thousand soldiers followed. But with a full six thousand Tallents, "this is a risk-free and rewarding deal." At this point, Crassus's goldfish eyes flashed with a strange brilliance, and he made plans for the six thousand Talents: first tamper with the account books, and only three thousand to the treasury of the Republic, two thousand to be swallowed by himself, and six hundred to Caesar to pay off the debt. Four hundred as the remuneration of the agent Calabis.

At this moment, a movement of the patron interrupted Calabis's thoughts, and the tuna took out the coin engraved with "Calabis. Marcos's "gold ring," the time you think twice, comes. ”

This time, Calabis put down the scissors, slowly took the tuna's ring, put it on his ring finger, and turned it around. Luculas picked up the bronze mirror and pointed it at Calabis' finger. "It fits your pretty fingers very well, my child, you have an obligation now, please keep it in mind." ”

Calabis, half-kneeling, took the hand of the Lord with both hands, put it in the center, placed it on his forehead, and muttered to himself, "From now on, I am your eye and Marcus, and the sword, and the shield, may no enemy hurt Marcus the adoptive father, may the light of Apollo shine as the night as day, may the bow of Apollo pierce any haze, my blood, and my name, may be faithful to you, father." ”

"Calabis, you can tell me now—where are you from?"

Hearing this, Calabis thought for a moment and said, "I am a descendant of the gods of the East, my ancestors were gods of war, he wears a helmet with golden wings, has a thick beard, his nose hair is like a snake, he holds a tower in his left hand that can shoot thousands of arrows, and in his right hand he holds a trident that pierces the sky, and his god name is Rex. Leus (rex rex, Latin for 'king'). ”

The Lord nodded slightly, this Oriental is roughly equivalent to the descendants of Mars and Bellow on our side.

"What would you do to Claudia and Claudius?" Lucuras asked as he slowly withdrew his hand.

"If nothing else, the Thirteenth Legion will be subordinate to the incoming Macedonian Governor Neruda, and Claudius will definitely join the Thirteenth Legion before he becomes a tribune for the sake of military merit, and then go to Persprus to do a vote. Father-in-law, I will not turn against their siblings for the time being, and I will also fund money for Claudia, what she and her brother lack most now is money. ”

"It's okay, do as you wish, just remember to sharpen your fangs and let any enemy go home." With that, Luculas dusted off his shortened hair, walked out of the Dome Pavilion, walked to Markos's side, and began to greet his brother with a warm greeting.

Calabis, who was still kneeling on the ground, put his fingers together and stood up, and the light of the ring flashed across his face, "Calabis. Gao Nerlius. The inscription of "Marcus F" was clearly reflected in his black eyes, and he couldn't help but make his pupils tremble slightly.

The fence of pure iron rumbled open, and more than a dozen gladiators with helmets lined up in two columns, slowly running out in the long and dark Xiangshang corridor, at the exit of the corridor, the white light became bigger and bigger, and the shouts of the audience in their ears became clearer and clearer, and finally all the vision of the fighting sword slaves was shrouded in white light, and they were dizzy in front of them, until the shouts of tens of thousands of spectators sitting around the Colosseum resounded through the sky, pulling their thoughts back to the blood-soaked sand field, The sun poured down on the roof, and there were sprinkled petals everywhere, and everywhere there were people with their hands raised, ragged and brightly dressed, and the bloody corpses of the defeated on the sand field were dragged upside down by the slaves with rope hooks, and the blood stains left behind were quickly absorbed by the sand and disappeared.

"Below, the hero of the battle who heroically captured the Cimbri Eagle Banner in the Catiline Rebellion, Calabis. Gao Nerlius. Marcos F! On the Colosseum, the announcer standing in the stands that could rotate in mid-air, although he felt a little dizzy because there was only a wooden plank between his feet and the sand field nearly thirty meters high, still cried out with emotion, "He and his equally heroic comrades-in-arms are about to take a ship to the distant Yukxing Sea to fight the barbarian peoples who are scattered in the Caucasus forest." The Caucasus is where the Emperor Jupiter tied Prometheus to the cliff! He will build an even more glorious feat, and when he returns, the Colosseum will be flooded with seawater to demonstrate the fierce naval battles of the Yukxing Sea, and the funds for the competition will be borne by the Procurator Crassus, the High Priest and Spanish Governor Caesar, the Triumphant General Lucuras, and Calabis himself. (To be continued......)