"A pair of shitty bugs." When Adiana saw Demetrius wailing and begging for mercy, and looked at Stratonis lying on the ground half-dead, she stood up and slapped Demetrius, who was crying, and then the moon rose and the clouds rose, and Adiana left a narrow shadow on the ground, and turned and walked towards the small palace.

The mosaic fresco in the main hall of the palace is actually a portrait of the king of the Acayans who was killed by her, Adiana looks at the king who died at her hands with contempt, and he is majestic, riding a horse and holding a spear, trampling countless enemies and hooves, "The more foolish a person is, the more he likes to make up for it in an illusory place." Several eunuchs respectfully took off her tunic and blouse, and Adiana, dressed in loose life-length robes, entered the inner chamber, sat down in front of the bronze mirror, took off her jewelry and tiara, and evacuated the tension and fatigue of the day, she was indeed very tired, but at least she was in a situation of great victory so far, and she smiled with satisfaction at herself in the mirror, and her words were so bold in the face of the Jew of Demetrius, and her audacity is hard to remember now.

After disbelief, her face was flushed, she was afraid that it was because the night wind was too cold, so she would get the wind cold, so she stood up and closed the curtain that sheltered the wind, and then she turned her back, stood in place with her bare feet, and held the curtain with both hands, feeling that the lower abdomen was extremely hot, raised her head and bit her teeth, and her eyes were turbulent, it was obvious that her words just now really turned into delusion, and she then slowly lay down on the bed, lying in the fragrance of incense and flowers, and the chestnut hair was scattered around her entire delicate body. She delusional: on the deck of a ship with white sails. She was naked. Bathed in the reflection of the stars and the sea, Calabis also walked up to her naked, and easily and brutally picked her up by the waist

It occurred to her that there were legends that black truffles were combined with chicken for aphrodisiac properties, or that she had deceived herself because she had subconsciously asked Calabis to make the dish.

In the endless lustful delusions. Adiana turned her face sideways, trembling all over, and her hands involuntarily stroked her lips, neck, chest, and lower abdomen

"Amphorae, Calabis", the drape is monotonous and swings back and forth in the wind.

Out of the palace, the "Stove Elf" Calabis, walked straight towards the end of the street, several people pulled a two-wheeled carriage station waiting for him at the intersection, "Go north, the faster the better, give me the box." A man tied the box with a rope and put it in the back of the cart. to prevent bumps, followed by the sound of horses' hooves and sparkling wheels. Towards the far north of the city.

About the afternoon of the next day, Calabis stood in front of the real Eighth Army camp with his box in his hand.

"Who are you?" In the commander's tent, the commander of the Eighth Army, Tri Ali, took his hand and looked at Calabis standing in front of him and asked.

"Your Excellency, Honorable Commander, you don't recognize me, but I know you, on the battlefield of Rikdania, three years ago."

Triali's face immediately appeared ashamed and annoyed, he was very taboo to be mentioned about the war, and he was even more reluctant to be slandered by the nickname "Rikdanacus", which caused him to automatically filter the word "Rikdania" in his mind and vocabulary. But Calabis smiled and continued, "Actually, why bother, Your Excellency. There is a saying in my hometown that when a general goes to battle, winning or losing a battle is as common as drinking wine mixed with water. However, "

"Who the hell are you!" Terry Ali was impatient and prepared to let the service auxiliaries drive him away.

"I am the one who can give you an honour, Commander. The Eighth Legion has become the most discriminated and excluded legion in the entire East because of the loss of the Eagle Banner, and I heard that Pompey will only replenish you with the pirates who surrendered, but even so, I heard that you still spent hundreds of thousands of Sethres to keep the position of commander. But this is a useless general, I heard that you climbed up from the slums step by step, and now you have finally obtained the title of knight, and you are ready to make meritorious deeds in the army like Pompey, but the first time you commanded the troops to fight, you were so defeated, you fool! With that, Calabis pressed Triari's desk and shouted condescendingly, like a veteran who had come to monitor the Eighth Legion.

"You bastard!" Triali's face turned blue and he was about to have a seizure.

But Calabis continued to storm the storm: "Don't run away from my questioning! Think about it, a knight certification costs three or four hundred thousand cesdes, and you need to spend at least 500,000 to get the position of commander of the legion, and hundreds of thousands of pleading after defeat. But your nightmare is not over, for soon the legions of the East will be divided into the city of Rome, and the soldiers will be disarmed and returned to the field, but what about you, I have heard that your service is coming to an end, and every knight who has retired from the army will lead his horse and walk through the great altar of the Temple of the God of War, and the Inspector will sit on it, and you will be below, and then the Inspector will ask you, Terry Ali, what do you think of your own service? Then, your reply, Yes, Your Excellency, I have achieved nothing but the Eagle Banner of my Legion to the enemy. Then you're done, Lord Triali, and you're done. Calabis stepped back and clapped his palms, accentuating the tone of the phrase "completely finished", "What else can you do in the future, what can a knight with such a serious stain in his service career do, your political enemies will not bother to attack you at all, just mention this Eagle Banner matter a little." ”

"I can, I can, after Pompey's victory, retrieve the Eagle Banner from the Pontus." Triali had no idea of shouting duty, and his lips trembled with excitement.

Calabis squinted his eyes and sighed, "Don't be stupid, my dear commander, there is no Eagle Banner at all there in the Pontus now, because it has been captured by our Thirteenth Legion. ”

"What do you say, you dare to hide the eagle banner privately, who gave you the guts." Triali tried to pretend to be a vice-dignified, trying to use his rank and official authority to intimidate the young man into handing over the Eagle Banner, "What position are you in the Thirteenth Legion, I can now ask General Petneus to punish you severely, as long as you hand over the Eagle Banner, everything is still too late, and I can still consider giving you a thousand drachmas." ”

Calabis smiled, pointed his finger at Triali and said, "I'm the envoy of the Thirteenth Legion, Calabis. Gao Nerlius. Marcos F, your estate in Rome and Campegna, I can now ask Crassus's knight hundred-man team to get rid of you with money, you just have to listen to me, everything is still in time, I can consider giving you an honorary retirement and a chance to continue to enter the political arena. ”

Triari's gaze was aimed at the box in Calabis's hand, and he sneered twice and raised his hand to the outside of the tent. (To be continued......)