Thank you for the reward and support of Dafeng Baozi and other students, I came to fulfill my promise today, well, before three o'clock in the afternoon of the second watch, and the third watch in the evening, I hope you will support more!

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"Of course, everyone knows that the Emili family is a descendant of King Numa, and I ask you where this thing came from."

"It's a Roman knight who immigrated to Rhode Island, a relic named Boris, and I have obtained it by me, and I hope you will have time to transfer it to the Emily family, and it can be regarded as returning to its original owner."

"How did Boris himself die?"

Calabis gave Richlia a strange look, and he strung the rivets and buckles around the edge of his helmet with a belt, put them on his head, and confessed, "He was killed by Mithridath's army, along with his wife and son." Then he stood on his feet, stretched out his hand to the chief priest of the virgin, gave a military salute, and turned away.

The crisp sound of footsteps has been echoing.

Walking out of the temple, Calabis came out in the shade of the trees, and Potty and Paluma held hands, "Forgive me, I may have delayed the happy time of seeing little Leo come alive with my own eyes." He kissed the back of his wife's hand and said.

"You are now a citizen of Etrunia, you have a great future, the little lion is a very strong fellow, maybe when you come back from the expedition, you will not be able to lift him above your head." Porti also said with a smile.

"What are you kidding, can you still call the father of the child like that?" Calabis slowly let go of Porty's hand and kissed Paruma, "Take care of your adoptive mother. ”

"Will you get that stolen Eagle Banner back? Father. Will you be the battle hero of the city of Rome? Paruma asked, looking up.

"I'm only willing to be a hero to you and Potty."

And then. Calabis stretched out his hands and the wives and daughters of Milou, Pope, Tagus, and others who had come to see him off. Mother and daughter hugged and kissed one by one, "I'm sorry, in the next few months, I will pay prostitutes to enter your husband's tent, I will definitely be, otherwise they will keep complaining." There was a burst of laughter.

"I must warn you that it is almost time for Cicero." Dressed in military uniform, Milou, a veteran centurion with a feathered Corinthian helmet, holding a sword in one hand. He pointed to the sundial at the corner of the street and said.

About an hour later, in front of the notorious Mormontan prison, all the recruits, in their own hundreds, stood in front of the prison gates, and the surrounding courtyard walls and arcade roofs were filled with Roman people.

After the iron fence of the arch was opened by several soldiers, Cicero was dressed in purple-rimmed robes. Accompanied by Neruda, Claudius, and a group of servants, he slowly walked out, and then looked around at all the recruits and civilians, and said, "If you want to ask me." How are the five people now, alive or dead. I can only answer you - they have lived on this shijie before, and they have lived to the end. And they will never take up a dagger or a torch and jeopardize the safety of the city of Romulus. ”

"Lived to the end". It was Cicero who avoided saying that he tried not to deal with the hanged man. Use the word "put to death".

The whole scene was silent for a while, and a male citizen sitting on the roof suddenly raised his fist and cheered: "Cicero, the savior of Rome, he is the father of the nation, the father of the nation!" Infected by this emotion, both the soldiers and the people thought that it was Cicero, who saved them and the Republic from the edge of the abyss of a conspiracy and catastrophe, and soon the shouts of the "Father of the Nation" shook the area for several miles, and many citizens waved the transcript of Cicero's "Anti-Catiline", tears in their eyes, and hugged each other.

In the second column of the "gangster" recruit team, in a team of hundreds, Calabis's eyes, which were hidden under the brim of his helmet, squinted around coldly, and whispered.

Cicero struck while the iron was hot: "But Catiline and his henchmen are still doing evil in Etrunia, threatening Rome at all times, think about it, our territory extends from one end of Shijie to the other, the sun rises from our land and sets on the other side of the land, and now there are still so many people with evil intentions to bargain with Rome." The only thing I can answer them is the Roman swordfight, let the weapon talk to them! Then he pointed his hand at the recruits, "And you, soldiers and children of the Republic, according to centuries of tradition, before going out on the expedition, the Senate should have awarded you the glorious emblem, the eagle banner, but this time it is gone, not because I am unwilling to increase your glory, but because the eagle banner that Marius annihilated the Cimbrians, which was stolen by the despicable Catiline, go to Etrunia, step on the corpse of the rebel, and then say to them - you are the one who regrets it!" Let them all be corpses, because there are too many of these villains for the prisons of Rome to fit in. Then retrieve the Eagle Banner and return it to the Temple of War. ”

Encouraged by this, the mood of the recruits and the populace soon reached a fever pitch, chanting slogans to kill Etrunia and level the city of Fesule. At this moment, a noble lady and two noble youths suddenly came out of the crowd, and one of them howled, knelt at Cicero's feet, and grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Your Excellency, I am the dead prisoner Syra. Gao Nerlius. Widow of Lianturus, I beg you to carry forward the virtues of a nobleman, to grant my request, not to let my dead husband be condemned to the square, and let me and my son, Marco. Anthony, who can give him a decent funeral. ”

Cicero lifted him up very coldly, "Julia, oh, Julia, a woman of noble virtue, I am not targeting your husband himself, but his crimes—you must know, at the moment when he was put on his prison robe, he actually said that according to Sybil's prophecy, there would be a third king named Cornelius in Rome - God, Jupiter is above, and the word king came out of the mouth of a Roman, what a heinous crime, and he must set an example by leaving his body in the Great Place." ”

Suddenly, Claudius, who was next to Cicero, drew his sword, and the flames staggered, blocking the stabbing blow of a tall young man beside the noblewoman, and Claudius shouted, "This is not a good behavior, Marco. Anthony! There was a commotion, and the soldiers who had been reprimanded by Cicero drew their swords one after another, waiting for the order of the assassin.

"Isn't this hillbilly of Alpino, the inhabitant of Rome, not hurting a nobleman like my stepfather enough! Forget it is enough to deprive him of his life by hanging, and to insult his corpse, Cicero, I will cut off your demagogic tongue with my sword, and hang it in the great square. Julia's son, tall Antony, yelled at Cicero, and the thin young man beside him put his arm around his waist and quickly took his short sword down, "Marco, what you need now is calm. ”

Claudius seized the opportunity, stepped forward and pushed Anthony out of a safe distance with the hilt of his sword, and then said to the thin young man, "Thank you for stopping Marco, Curio, you are the best friend of this reckless fellow, and his brain." ”

Anthony, who was controlled by Claudius and Curio, still couldn't calm down, he squeezed his stiff hooked nose with a sad tone, and his thick neck was oozing red, shouting, "Cicero, the greatest orator, the consul of Rome, your greatest achievement in the year of your reign is to harvest my hatred for you, and you will understand one day in the future!" (To be continued......)