In the Senate room, where the architect had carefully designed the echo channel, Cicero's voice was loud, and the clouds cracked like gold, like a javelin like rain, like a furious sword, like the throwing of stone bullets:

"Catiline! How long are you going to abuse our patience? How long will your madness keep us playing? How arrogant will your unbridled style be? The night guards of the city of Rome are not in your eyes at all; The patrols that are everywhere are not in your eyes at all; The horror of the people is not in your eyes at all; The union of all righteous men is not in your eyes at all; The Senate meeting in this strongly-defended place is not at all in your eyes; Could it be that the expressions on the faces of all the people present are not in your eyes at all? ”

"Archon Cicero, you have no tangible evidence at all" Catiline stood in a seat somewhere, feigning composure.

Cicero ignored him at all, and raised Crassus's letter and the amber plate sent by a mysterious person in front of everyone: "Your jihua has been exposed, do you think that the senators don't know what you did the day before yesterday?" Don't know what you did yesterday? Where are you meeting with the party, what are you plotting, what are you jihua! All this, the six hundred men of the Senate saw it, and the two consuls also saw it! ”

The clamor of the waves sounded, especially when Cicero said a word of zuihou, the senators rose up and responded loudly, as if they really all knew Catiline's words and deeds every night, and the second consul Neruda, although he had a close past with Catiline before, now had to shrink into a corner in order to avoid suspicion, and did not say a word, so as not to become the target of public criticism.

Hu Cong began to beat the stick at the door, asking for the silence of the meeting.

Cicero continued the pursuit: "You still dare to come here today? This is a stark display of your recklessness and ruthlessness. Then he suddenly pointed his finger straight at Catiline, and shouted: "We have all felt your eyes, you are choosing every person present who you want to poison in the future, but I am not afraid, the Republic will not let your plot succeed!" Didn't all your actions in the fortress of Pletius, in the city of Fesule, in Capua, be or are about to be defeated? Your gang of foxes and dogs are no match for the strong guardians of the Republic and the city of Rome, and I will not be soft on the traitors of the Republic, and you will be like the Gracchus brothers before you (the Roman reformers and populist leaders before them, who encouraged the plebeians to oppose the aristocracy, put up land and debt bills, and were brutally killed by the magnates), are the ancestors of the Gracchus brothers not noble enough? No, they were killed just on suspicion of betraying the Republic, and you Catiline, don't think that you can fight against the order of the Republic just because you have met a few daring tribunes, wasn't Gragu the tribune when he died? For, I, Cicero, am the consul, and I can turn the law and tradition, and the prestige of the Senate, into an indestructible sword that can easily pierce your chest, and now this sword is temporarily placed in its scabbard because of my mercy, but mercy does not mean that I will be negligent in my duties, and if the veterans of the Etrunian rebellion do not lay down their arms, if you will not confess your crimes, if the enemies of the city of Rome are still in the dark night, I swear, maybe tomorrow, maybe today, I will draw my sword from its sheath! ”

There was once again a frenzy of standing ovations in the Senate, with the rods of the servants almost broken, and the clerks, sweating profusely, writing at the speed of Cicero's papyrus, all of whom had a vague feeling that Cicero's speeches and attacks would forever be famous in the long river of history.

"That amber board in your hand is nothing more than a list of ten-member committees that I privately collected when I first asked Tribune Julus to propose a land reform plan, not some conspiracy and treason in your mouth!" Catiline angrily stood up and argued.

"Oh?" Cicero turned the amber tablet, "Could it be that this is above Syra. Didn't even Turus, and the other one, in the night of the previous day, hide a dagger and lead a band of men to try to assassinate me in the name of paying homage to me? More than 100 good citizens and righteous young nobles who volunteered to defend my mansion testified about this matter. Catiline, the night can no longer hide your intrigues and sordid with its darkness, and your ugliness is as clear to us as the day! ”

At this time, Catiline's face was dripping with sweat, these pig-like teammates still wanted to fight for something, but the voice was drowned out by the frantic scolding of hundreds of people in the Senate, he began to tremble, his former composure and boldness, disappeared, he was in agony without a cone, he finally could not bear it anymore, and at all present, he let out a howl of despair and indignation: "Since my enemy Cicero has forced me in this way and pushed me into the abyss of despair, I will not be afraid to throw a piece of rubble and suppress the fire that is burning towards me!" Yes, now I see two people, one with a strong body and a small head, and the other with a large head and a rickety body, and all I want to do is to put the former body together with the second head, is it wrong? ”

As a result, his irrational speech completely ruined him, and the senate collectively chanted the slogan of murderer and traitor, and Cicero also announced on the spot that he had become the most unpopular person in all of Rome, and the punishment that awaited him was to expel Rome.

"Me? A Roman of the highest standard, but because of his high ideals, he was expelled from Rome; And you? An outsider, but he has become the savior of the republic! Catiline laughed bitterly and frantically as if he had seen a bad comedy, "Archon, you mean to punish me with exile?" ”

"Yes, the end of exile is the city of Marseille. Go, Catiline, and in the city of Rome there is no one who does not hate you, and no one who does not hate you, except your unscrupulous accomplices. ”

In the midst of the insults, Catiline stumbled in humiliation and resentment, leaving the temple of the Concorde, where the senators had gathered, and went out into the street, where his followers wept and tore their clothes angrily, expressing their dissatisfaction with the Senate's ruling, but many more henchmen took Catiline's hand and proposed one contingency plan after another. And Catiline had changed visibly, with nothing but despair in his eyes, and a fury that could destroy everything.

Around the corner, Opric and a few fellow gladiators nodded to each other and slowly blended into Catiline's ranks.

At dusk, several priests of the Temple of War clutched the wounds on their chests and stomachs, and fell in a pool of blood with their moans on the pillars, and the flames spread throughout the temple, and a mob shouted and took out a huge golden eagle from within, and the pedestal under the eagle's talons was engraved with the inscription "Six hundred and fifty-three years of the founding of Rome. Visili. The words "Cimbri".

"That's the Eagle Banner of the Legion of the Archon Marius who defeated the invading Cimbri forty years ago, and it has been kept as a holy weapon in the Temple of the God of War, and Catiline actually snatched it?" Hearing a gladiator's return, Calabis sat down in his tavern seat in Domuja and muttered, "What did Catiline's followers say when he was banished? ”