"The Romans should not treat any good man badly, whether he was a commoner or a nobleman, and the difference in status should not be the basis for our judgment of facts. The fact is that Lucuras's war made an indelible contribution to the interests of Rome in Asia Minor, and he deserves to enjoy triumphal at any level! After Cato the Younger finished speaking, many nobles gave a standing ovation.

Then, the two factions began to ridicule and curse each other in the air, "Enough, let's make a resolution as soon as possible, we can count whether the number of people present has reached the legal number of expressions, everyone, let's reach an agreement before dusk and sunset." The rotating president of the Senate reminded everyone.

As soon as this kind of voting proposal was put forward, little Cato said to the person next to him: "I won a small triumph for my friend tuna, and this is not a bad ending." ”

Before sunset, the Senate resolved to promote: on the first market day after the Wolf Hunt, a small triumphal ceremony of Lucuras was held.

A few days later, Lucuras left his villa in Campeña and arrived in Rome, where Kelly knocked on the door of the apartment where Calabis was staying, and said to him: "Now dress up and go to the temple of Apollo, where we will conduct our rituals." "Calabis did not dare to slack off, he covered the half-worn cloak that Luculas had given him, and went to the temple of Apollo in an open space all around, where hundreds of servants and freedmen belonging to Lucuras were busy: wiping the captured armor and weapons, stalking the restless horses, setting the chariots with shining jewels, and everyone who had a job, whether they had their own workshop or their own shop, but heard the call of the Patron, and all put aside what they were doing, and arrived on time.

When 600 veterans of the Mithritian War walked to the open space in front of the temple, Kelly held up a map frame on which a mosaic was used to stitch together a triumphal route - Calabis winked at the map and silently recorded the direction of the seven hills of Rome, as well as the vegetable market, the cattle market, and many other places, and his memory was amazing.

When he arrived at Zuihou, Kelly's instructions to everyone were full of loopholes, and Calabis, who was on the side, couldn't help it, raised his hand and said, "Let me come." Then Calabis walked to the map, cleared his throat, and with gestures, in very clear and concise language, told everyone where to march, what buildings to use as references along the way, what General Luculas should do, and what we should do.

"You can be a military tribune, but it's a pity that Utarius is dead, and you are not qualified to do it in Calabis, and I am sometimes afraid that there will be no successor." Just as the soldiers listening to the route nodded frequently, Luculas appeared behind him, smiling a little sentimentally. Behind him stood a man with an unnatural smile, almost forty years old, but hiding behind Luculas with a little shyness, "This is my brother, Marcos. Oh, and here is the lawyer who once made a name for himself for accusing my brother, the current municipal magistrate, Julius. Lord Caesar. Lucuras raised his other hand, and Caesar's charming smile appeared, and he put his arm around Marcos and quipped: "Every Roman youth has been debauched, and I remember when I went to the brothel for the first time at the age of thirteen, and I happened to meet my mother when I came out, and she said, "Hey, son, you are an adult, and you have finally done what a Roman man should do." I accused Marcos of the same thing, because he wanted to make a name for himself in the city. Now, Marcos and I are close friends, and I am honored to preside over your triumphal ceremony this time. ”

When General Triumph appeared on his stage, all the freedmen and soldiers present saluted him, and Luculas was in a rare good mood, standing on the steps of the temple and shouting: "Before the god of our family, Apollo, do your best, I declare that the soldiers who participated in my triumphal ceremony will each have six hundred drachmas, and the slaves and freedmen three hundred drachmas each afterwards, and all the real ones carved with owls carved on them, and the settlement will be settled on the day." ”

When the men heard of such a great reward, they could not help but praise the generosity and wealth of the patron, and Calabis secretly calculated, good fellow, three hundred silver "owls", plus what I had before, and as soon as my job at the temple of the Stove was stable, I took my family and moved to a spacious apartment with hot water.

Caesar was also delighted with the cheers, and asked Luculas if he would retire after the triumphal and no longer participate in the open and secret battles of the "ivory chairs" (referring to the senators). Luculas replied with some dismay, "My deeds will vanish after the triumph, and he will be the rising political star after Pompey's conquest of Pontus, and he will soon enjoy the second great triumph of his life, and I will eventually die in inaction."

"Our generation should be old in the garden, and only Crassus is the one who doesn't admit that he is already twilight." Lucuras concluded with a smile.

"I think Crassus is right, when I stepped into politics, I had already buried the weakness and tears of young people. I can only accept the cheers of ten thousand people, or the lonely death, one or the other. Caesar's eyes seemed to be on fire, "I'm too far behind compared to Pompey, I need to go to the next level, Lucuras, do you hate Pompey, who has seized your military power?" Then you should support me financially. ”

Luculas asked, "How much do you have in debt?" ”

"A hundred Talents."

"You can use this money to organize an army and go to the East or Spain to plunder the riches."

"I'm out of luck, and if I'm like Lucuras, and I have the command of three legions, I can conquer the East with Spain, and make everyone rich."

"I can help you repay this money, but I have to warn you that your political path is radical and dangerous, and you rely entirely on bribery to hijack public opinion, and eventually the cave of greed will grow bigger and bigger until it swallows you."

"Is there a second political path to choose in Rome?" Caesar smiled slightly.

"Also, I heard that you still seduced Pompey's wife during the window period. Is this a new path? ”

“……”

After a fair-day day, Lucuras's little triumphal ceremony finally began, and in the Flamenius Racing Arena at the foot of Palatine Hill, rows of weapons captured by Lucuras in the Battle of Pontus were displayed, and many Roman commoner children rushed in shouting, looking at the general's armor decorated with gorgeous feathers and precious stones, as well as the behemoth-like siege towers and stone throwers, "Are these all used by Mithridates?" Several children of aristocratic families asked, pointing to the largest of them, a siege tower a hundred cubits high.

"Yes, the evil King of Pontus attacked the city of Sizkus in Bithynia with this behemoth, a behemoth designed by Nick Ned, an engineer under the King of Ponticus." Calabis, who stood at the door with a smile, explained to the children that the little pigeon, Paruma, was holding the corner of his adoptive father's coat tightly and looking around as his father explained.

"And what is this ship?" A noble child, pointing to a small ship on display, said questioningly.