"No, I'm sorry, please don't interrupt me, I have to take precautions - I can't give up the name Brutus." Eventually, the suitor cleared his throat and replied in the affirmative.

"So, you better marry one of your cousins, or the Republic." With a faint mocking tone, Yulia stood up, "I was married, and the man died because of a shipwreck. With that, he said two words to Habaruka and went up the stairs.

Seeing Brutus' somewhat lost look, Calabis sent a plate of dried figs, "Give it up, I also think your cousin Portia is more suitable for you." ”

The next morning, when Calabis came out of the room, still asleep, he went to the hall and saw Julia sitting in front of the loom with an old blanket on her lap, buzzing, "Thank you for your hospitality last night, and now I have to take my leave." Calabis took the cloak and the box, and then told Yulia to say goodbye to Brutus on her behalf.

"Those who left so early were all soldiers of the legion." Yulia then saw the tattoo on Calabis's wrist, "I guessed right, you served in the army, and many Gentiles used this to gain citizenship and then provide greater political service to the Republic. ”

"Yes, your eyes are much sharper than my travelers. If I hadn't told him, he wouldn't have known I had been a slave. Calabis quipped, and then Yulia gave a rare smile, fleeting, followed by a serious expression: "I'll pay off what I owe you." ”

"Yes, I believe you rented out half of the house. Such. Three hundred and seventy years later. You'll be able to pay me off. Calabis went out into the yard and untied the donkey's reins.

"I will invest in the industry, maybe it is marine insurance, maybe it is mineral investment, and I will pay you back in less than two years with interest." Julia left the loom, leaned against the doorframe, and spoke in a very affirmative tone.

"You're kind of like a friend I made in Xiaoya. Catiline was killed by me, though. I am also quite responsible for the failure of your investment. So, next year there will be a chance for us zaijian. Calabis saluted the stubborn mistress of the Ophilenu estate, mounted his donkey, and hurried away along the dirt road.

However, Richia had said that King Numa's ring would be returned to him and would be obtained by him, and so on. He thought about it for a moment, and even thought of what Lucuras had said to him. "Potty and you are now only in a free civil confinement relationship, but when you become a citizen, you must need another legal marriage, and the other party must also be the daughter of a citizen."

"What are you kidding, could it be Yulia, this is fate?" When Calabis thought of this, he couldn't help but fear fate, the fate of Sybil's prophecy.

"What are you kidding, isn't this the fate that you Acayans should accept?" At this time, thousands of miles away, in the city of Castor in Colchis, a strait city founded by ancient Greek immigrants, on the huge slopes and rocks, a man dressed as a king who bound himself kneel before a group of noble officers, he was the former tyrant of the city of Casto, but now he was a prisoner of the Pontus army, and what he could not tolerate was that sitting in front of him, kicking him in the head with his toes, was actually a petite woman with a golden crown and a scarlet cloak, with maroon hair and maroon eyes, Beautiful and arrogant countenance, with uncontrollable contempt at the corners of his mouth at any time, "Agasis, your army has been defeated by me, and the loser should accept the verdict of the victor and beg for the winner's forgiveness - I, Adiana, have been lenient enough to retain your royal power over the city of Casor and the Acajas, but you must provide three thousand men as soldiers, three thousand men as oarsmen, six thousand craftsmen, and ten thousand military slaves, and you will not be able to meet this condition, I can change to another person with some ability, even if it is a slave, to sacrifice to the temple of Zeus in your country. ”

"No, I can take the army and join you in the battle." Agassius looked up, still a glimmer of hope.

But it was Adiana's even more contemptuous expression that answered him, "It seems that you don't even have the skills to communicate with the wise, Agasis." If you are truly a worthy king and commander, how can you be defeated by my new model army of only twelve centurians? I ask you for three thousand men to expand it and increase its strength, and the training method of the new model army is not something you can understand, and I will need it in the future to compete with Pompey - if I take my brother's Bosporus kingdom for my father, and absorb more Scythians and Greeks into the army, I will defeat the invincible Roman legions. With that, Adiana kicked Agassius so hard that he fell to his side in humiliation, then closed his cloak and walked to the front of the hill in the company of many of the Pontus' generals.

As far as she could see, the wooden fences and walls of Castor were burning, staining the Yukxing Sea ahead, and many of the captured craftsmen were being forced by the overseers to cut down the timber and make the parts needed for the ships. A group of new models of the city of Pontus, the soldiers all wore Celtic helmets with movable cheek armor similar to those of the Roman legions, but they were wearing fish scale armor in the style of West Asia, holding large round shields engraved with the emblem of the sun, holding curved Greek short swords, while the centurion and the flag bearer walked in front of the line with banners decorated with tassels, and at the back of the procession were military slaves in groups of two, carrying extremely long Macedonian spears, all in a loose formation, lining up and weaving through the fields.

"Takschiller, you lead the vanguard cavalry to break through and occupy the Scythian Gorge before winter; Achilles stayed here, built a small fleet capable of supporting the battle as soon as possible, and, as soon as his fate was received, went to the city of Ponticabion (present-day Kerch) and blocked the port. So my brother will send a messenger to me before the summer of next year to beg for mercy. Pointing to the distant coastline, Adiana said, "Don't worry about Pompey, he is caught up in Syrian affairs, he has no skills, Armenia is also mired in the internal strife of father and son, and behind us there is only the waste of Tri Ali, and the Eighth Army, which I have beaten and reassembled after being defeated, how can we talk about courage in defeat?" Ladies and gentlemen, move forward with confidence. ”

Tak Schiller, who received the order, stepped on horseback, held a scepter, shouted to the cavalry around him, rushed down the hillside in twos and threes, and galloped away towards the steppe in the distance. (To be continued......)