"Don't underestimate Mithridates. Ubert! Although he is now old, crippled, and a little soft-eared, he is a king who grew up in the wilderness and a fight to the death, and you and Philip grew up in the favor of my sister, don't think that Weishenme is in your hands, we are planning a mutiny, a conspiracy, but it is not you brothers in their imposing cloaks and helmets, walking down the streets of Sinop and flirting with the noble lady - flirting, flirting! That's right, it must be that little wild cat of Adiana, who lured Philippe into killing Marcha, how stupid, how stupid your brother is! The nervous Stratonis grabbed Pacius by the collar and cried out, "If my father dies, I don't want your brother to die because of stupidity, and the reason why I dare to calculate Eubert is that Pompey promised that after the fall of the Empire, he would give you Sinop and Cappadocia to Philip, and I could have used the pardon of Marcha to paralyze Eubert, but now—oh my God, what am I doing!" Stratonis lost all her former elegance, scratching her hair with her hands, staring in horror, bowing her head, and shouting.

At this time, Menander muttered for a while, then drew his sword, and said, "I now believe that some people in the city of Rome are using Marcha and the Thirteenth Legion against us, and that Pompey is using us against the Thirteenth Legion after the end of the winter camp. In the current situation, I don't believe that the Pontus Empire can still come back to life, so the top priority is to gain the favor of Pompey, Honorable Concubine, your brother is right, if you want to do it, you can only take advantage of it now, don't hesitate. Pick up your sword and take control of your own destiny! ”

Panting Stratonis. He looked at Menander's blade. He bravely stepped forward, cut his finger with it, and smeared the blood on Menander's cheek, "We swear to Zeus and Mithra that if you help in the mutiny, I will be your wife." ”

Three days later, the body of Marcha on a mule cart appeared in the small fountain square of his palace. Then he was carried by several warriors and thrown in front of the throne of Mithridates, and a group of tax collectors beside the emperor of Pontus were accounting for the city's property, and when they saw this terrible corpse, they all froze, holding parchment and charcoal pen, not knowing what to do.

The emperor of Pontus, accompanied by his daughter Adiana and the Catalan warrior Bituita, walked through the marble foyer to the hall of four rows of caryatids, and sat on the throne. Looking at the tragic corpse of the concubine, Mithridates pursed his lips. "This kid even looks so stupid and ugly even the corpse. How did he die? ”

"Bixia, our cavalry in a village caught up with His Excellency the Doge, whose retinue had fled by then, and we relayed the magnanimity of Bixia and the princess to His Excellency the Doge, who was ready to accept your forgiveness, but the Roman lieutenant who was with him refused to surrender in a frenzy and killed the Doge." Philip looked sad and angry, and explained the cause of Marcha's death very smoothly.

"And what about the guy named Claudius?"

The young officer's face turned a little red, and he said in a very guilty tone, "Bixia Rongyu, although we tried our best, we still let him grab the horse and escape. ”

Mithridates hung down his huge, gray-bearded head, put his hand on his forehead, sighed and shook his head, and said, "Although Marza betrayed me twice, I will still bury him as a member of the royal family. ”

"I would mourn him and put on mourning clothes, but I never had the idea of being his wife." Adiana's tone was light, and then she glanced at Philip with a little thumbs up, which made the other person's heart flutter.

"Alright...... I should have gotten used to this kind of thing, and tomorrow will come anyway, so that you can continue to be in pain. Philip, my child, though Marcha is dead, I can't be too you, and you can step down, and your sister will come to this lifeless palace in a few days, and my days will be much more colorful. "Mithridatis. Eubert opened his somewhat flabby eyelids and extended his index finger slightly, and Philip, with a respectful and flattering smile, approached the throne and kissed Mithridates' fingertips.

Then there was a red light, and Philip's head rolled to the feet of the group of tax collectors with a momentary smile, and soon there were screams, and people were running around in a panic. Adiana's fair face was also stained with specks of blood, her eyes were wide, her chest trembled violently, her drooping hands were stretched straight, her eyes were looking at her toes, but she did not dare to make any superfluous movements, for her father had just turned his head and stared at herself with a raging look, just once.

Adiana was breathing chaotic and dazed, Philip's body was frozen to her knees, her cavity still spurting blood, and Bituita silently wiped the blade of "Abna". And the king of Pontus got up on the throne, and slowly, limped, walked to Marcha's corpse, and dipped the blood of Philip on his index finger on the lips of the concubine:

"Marcha, little brute, you ought to envy your mother, who could see her garden, her orchards, and her flocks, and die in peace, without poison or trickery haunting her all her life, even if she had a grudge against me, but it was nothing. But you little brute, you're a fool, you're a fool, you're always going to do things that are beyond your ability, and now look at you, what a lowly swinger brother, who actually wants your life, and wants me Mithridates. The life of Eubert's son! But don't be afraid now, the dirty and lowly blood of the murderer has been repaid to you by your father's hand, blood for blood, isn't it. Then Mithridates patted his dead son on the face and said in a relaxed manner, "Reunite with your mother in Hades, and herd your own sheep, son." ”

Then Mithrida sighed, turned around, and walked towards Adina.

"Father, father, I was wrong, I shouldn't have lied to you." Adiana's brain was in a mess, and she could only slowly retreat, holding on to the caryatidatids and rubbing against her body, stumbling.

"What are you lying about me, good girl?" Mithridates approached her daughter and asked.

"It was Philip who seduced me, it was he who ......" Before Adiana could finish speaking, her father slapped the princess until her mouth was bleeding and she spun and fell to the ground. (To be continued......)