In this way, a month later, Luculas still failed to urge his subordinates, and more than 10,000 people were left idle in Rikdania.

There, just as Apis had predicted, Mithridates' army made rapid progress and soon regained most of the territory it had lost, and it is said that Pontu's army swelled back to about 50,000 men. And the Armenian king Tegrenis, who also re-entered the southern foothills of the Taurus, and personally led the army to kill the rebellious vassal state of Godini, and let the prince Little Tegre lead a partial division alone, approaching Rikdania, and shining day by day. As for Marza, seeing that the wind was making the rudder, he nominally submitted to his father.

"The tuna is no longer good, and the Senate will soon send Pompey to replace him." Sometimes, Heblida was openly in the camp and said this to all the soldiers.

"Is that the 'Glorious General' Pompey? With him in our hands, we're going to make a fortune, and I've had enough of tuna. Many of the soldiers chimed in, and then Hybrida shouted at Calabis, "Hey, Calabis, feed the Scythian doctor you are talking about, my brother is now in debt with a lot of money, and I guess the slaves of Bithynia are almost dead, and my brother's hope is all in this cargo." ”

Now, Hybrida generally no longer calls Calabis a "pig", the Romans have a very clear concept, you are a slave, you are a slave, you are a free citizen is a rank higher than a slave, one level lower than a citizen, in this case, Hybrida upgraded the title of Calabis.

During this time, through careful inquiry, Calabis also understood a little bit about what a free man is, as the name suggests, a free man is a former slave who was liberated by his master, but he could not yet become a propertied citizen of Rome. However, the freeman still had hopes, for example, he could leave his master's house, no longer have to be forced to serve, follow the master's service, and be able to engage in various occupations (Roman citizens basically did nothing other than being soldiers, plowing the land, engaging in politics, and beating slaves), such as being a governess, a scribe, a trader, a craftsman, a executioner, a janitor, etc., in fact, slaves could also engage in these occupations, but the degree of freedom was still poor.

In addition, the freeman also has the right that he has no hope of becoming a citizen until he dies, but when his next generation or the next generation is likely to automatically become a Roman citizen and be eligible to vote or enter politics.

"The next generation? It seems that 2,000 years ago, it was about the same as the era in which I was before, and my parents worked hard all my life as house slaves and car slaves, that is, for the next generation to be better. Calabis also sighed, and made a plan for the future in his heart.

On the one hand, the Scythian doctor Timosius grabbed the rice on the plate without heart and lungs to eat and drink, and Calabis envied his concentration, it seems that this guy is satisfied as long as he has an urn containing a snake and that strange skeleton as a companion, and the Jishu personnel are good, how light and breezy. "Hey, Timosius, I'm going to the seaside city in the spring, and I'm going to get a haircut for you." Calabis touched his short hair, and then touched Timothy's crooked braids, and said.

"If you can't ignore it, if you do it, the aura will dissipate." Timosius, whose face was rubbing back and forth on the plate, did not raise his head.

"By the way, Mithridates is dead, I heard that Utterus gave his life to stab him."

"Not dead." Timosius licked the grains of wheat from his fingers twice, then smashed his mouth and added, "But the base of his thigh is badly injured, and even if he heals, there will be no more offspring." After hearing this, Calabis felt that the hairs between his legs were straight, but once Mithridates couldn't produce offspring, the position of the emperor of Pontus would really be fought for by Adiana and Marcha in the future, it seems that Marcha is not a vulgar character, and it is a good move to snatch Adiana to the Bosphorus in advance, but unfortunately it was not successful.

"Hey, over there, give me some rice." When Calabis heard this voice, he looked back, and it turned out to be Claudius, who was locked up in a chariot in the yellow slush, and he was really unkempt at this time, without the majesty of the previous noble son, and he had to beg Calabis with a voice.

But Claudius's request made Calabis feel very conflicted, Yu Gong, who had betrayed the whereabouts of the Triple Wing, was now punished by the Legion, but Yu privately he had drawn his sword and cut the ropes on his body. Zuihou, Calabis thought about it, secretly added some wheat rice to the plate, avoided the eyes of the rest of the wing, and entrusted Timosius to deliver it.

Claudius, who had brought the wheat rice on his plate, was eating in a more rude manner than Timosius, and seemed to be really hungry, but the hatred in his heart rose up, and when the brief sunlight had gradually sunset, he picked up the chalk that had fallen on the cage, and scribbled on the board all kinds of words and obscene pictures cursing his brother-in-law. When the cold wind hit, he felt very frightened, his crime was very serious, and if he was really sent back to Rome, he might be sentenced to exile or even death by the court.

He couldn't help but think of his sister Claudia, the beautiful and sexy sister, who doted on her sister incomparably, although she was now snatched away by the bastard Lucuras, but secretly she still belonged only to my sister, but when she thought that after being punished, she might never see Claudia again, Claudius actually sobbed like a child.

"Majestic cavalry captain, this is not the time for you to cry now." In the shadows around the corner of the tent, someone whispered to him.

"Who is it?" Claudius asked in alarm.

"You don't have to worry about this for now, you are from the Claudian family, don't be afraid of being accused by Lucuras, because in less than three days the senate's emissary of him will come." The man said.

"What do you mean!" Claudius, who seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, excitedly grabbed the railing and asked.

Yes, according to Roman practice, it was a small rule that a retiring governor or administrator would face accusations from his political opponents. When the time comes, you may be willing to be a key witness, so that the Senate or Pompey will naturally lift your punishment. ”

"But my brother-in-law, everyone knows that he is a disgusting decent person, and I have no proof of him." Claudius was a little discouraged.

"You don't have proof, but I do." The mysterious man said lightly.

Claudius looked at him in the dark shadow, a trace of coolness emerged behind him, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you and what is your purpose!" ”

"My purpose is the same as yours, Captain Cavalry. This time, it's just about taking advantage of your nobility, because in Rome, the aristocracy always has the most weight. So saying, a group of soldiers who were on patrol came with torches, and the man flashed three times and two times, and then he was gone.