"I'd rather be asked what I don't have, than what I have." —Cato's remarks against the Hellenization of luxury.

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Before, when the black slaves were all exhausted, Demetrius finally squeezed out some of them, and Principia, though she hated it in her heart, could only bend and kneel under the Jew's knees, and lick a few drops of the fishy thing with her tongue.

"Now I can't stop Li Bida from taking revenge on you, but don't worry, when the time comes, the chief legal officer will receive my commission, and you will definitely walk out of the courtroom without guilt, and your business and reputation will not be affected, and after the completion of the Pompeii Grand Theater, you will still sit in the first fourteen rows, taking the lead in standing up and cheering for the performing troupe." Demetrius was satisfied, and pinched Principia's mouth with his hand so that she could not spit it out, and said.

Sure enough, a few days later, Li Bida sued Princia, but he did not sue personally, but instructed a young nobleman to come, so that when Printhia appeared in court, a stone in her heart finally fell in half, plus Demetrius spent a lot of money to hire an extremely powerful lawyer for her, and bought the jury votes one by one, so Printhia sitting in the seat had a charming demeanor, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned: as long as she waited quietly for the jury to cast a predetermined number of votes, she would wait for her acquittal.

But the price paid for fighting with that guy is too bloody, and the next time whoever is clever enough to let me get involved in the affairs of Pompey, Caesar, or Crassus, I won't do it.

At this time, Villa Prima. In a study surrounded by fish ponds and springs. Luculas and Marcus were both seated in circle chairs. Kelly sent a letter from Caesar and Lybida, and after reading it, Luculas said to Marcos in a reproachful tone, "You won't play this dangerous game in the future, brother." Also, that femme fatale is as terrible as my ex-wife, so don't have any contact with her in the future, and don't take my ring casually. ”

Over there, Marcos pouted. Nestled listlessly in his chair, a little angry, Lucuras shook his head and touched his head, feeling that his energy and brain power were indeed declining, and that he would gradually lose his ability to protect his brother. Now, he can only call Kelly, keep a close watch over the seals and confidential documents in the house, and pray that next time Marcos will not make any more trouble.

This time, let Li Bida teach the femme fatale a lesson.

In front of the temple of the goddess of virtue, the cumulus clouds are pressed black. The temple building, painted with a variety of bright paints, was painted a misty gray, which was Claudius's "battle command". Every morning Claudius would come to the temple, guarded by hundreds of supporters, dressed in an exaggerated cloak, with a white goose feather on his head, and ochre-red boots on his feet, and the steps had been torn down by Claudius' instructions, for he openly said to the people: "What is the staircase, the evil thing that distinguishes the high and the low from the inferior, if I had been born hundreds of years earlier, and saw that some architect had invented it, I would have pushed him off the rock of Talpeia!" "There is no doubt that his move has thrilled the people, and it is crazy enough that Claudius would rather give up his nobility to join them, and the people love this kind of guy who makes crazy moves from time to time, doesn't it?

In addition, the four courtyard walls of the Temple of Virtue were now demolished to the outside side, and Claudius's henchmen were transformed into a guard wall, on which wooden sheds and ladders were set up, and every day a large number of street hooligans armed with sharp knives lit torches to guard them day and night, intimidating the good and timid citizens who came and went. The temple thus became a place where Claudius and his gang did evil, and he also followed the advice of Li Bida and set up a "sign-in system", which registered all the hooligans, prostitutes, rogue aristocratic youths, and leaders of the take-out guilds in the whole city of Rome on his own register, and these people had to prepare for a meeting at the temple every morning, and the fireworks and feces smoked the originally beautiful frescoes of the goddess beyond recognition, and on the paintings on the walls, the graceful goddess of virtue caressed the blackened clouds on the walls. Looking down on the most violent elements of Rome with his serene and beautiful eyes, it was not long before even the face of the goddess was engraved with words—three sets of Latin characters, "serious, fanatical and lively", which seemed to be Lipida's gift and exhortation to Claudius.

When Li Bida wore a robe and raised his hands and stood in front of the temple door, countless villains splashed their thumbs up at him, Claudius first arrived at the door, and when he saw Li Bida he "brushed" his cloak to the ground, looked at each other in the air, stood with his feet out, crossed his waist with one hand, raised his hand slightly, and his eyes were sharp, and then he walked down on his feet, and circled Li Bida several times, and the two hugged each other warmly (sorry, these theatrical POSEs that can cause popular frenzy are all handed over to Claudius by Li Bida, and the effect is naturally extraordinary).

"Don't worry about re-election, Caesar has already promised me, he said that after he leaves office, all the affairs of the city of Rome will be left to you to decide, and Pompey has also agreed!" The good news brought by Li Bida brought tears to Claudius' eyes.

"Thank you so much, you don't know how timid and worried I was because the adoption problem was not solved before, and now I am about to make a big move in the city of Rome, so that Caesar and Pompey will know what a wise move it is to choose me as a tribune." Claudius's boast is completely infallible, perhaps he is indeed a villain, a hooligan, and a stallion with a corrupt private life, but he has a talent in inciting populism and driving the people to fight for him, which is beyond the reach of even Li Pida, and can be called the leader in the "chaotic evil camp".

"Before the big move, I suggest you make a small move, and use it as a practice." Li Bida quietly suggested, "This time, you will lead the team and storm the court in Rome." Caesar is about to step down, and Claudius will play the most important role in deciding who he will be governor at this crucial moment! Then he cheered him up loudly.

"No problem at all." Claudius agreed, and waved his hand at the guard, and the hooligans immediately blew the horns and flutes that only the army had, and countless men and women in tattered clothes, like a horde of evil ghosts and Shura rushing out of the gates of hell, rushed towards the great court, holding all kinds of weapons at hand—the temple of the goddess of virtue and the great court were just a large square apart.

By this time, the arguments in the courtroom had ended, and the young nobleman invited by Li Bida had clearly fallen behind, and the chief legal officer had announced that the jury could cast their fair votes according to what they saw and felt. Printhia was victorious, and her eyes looked at her defense lawyer, obviously trying to embarrass the young prosecution, "Since you are standing on the opposite side of my hostility, you will not be blessed to be favored by the beauty." (To be continued......)