(I'm sorry, there is something in the morning, and I will continue to watch two shifts today, two o'clock in the afternoon, eight o'clock in the evening)

You should know what the typical Roman woman does at home all day,

When her husband ignores her in bed,

The slave girl in the bedroom is about to be poisoned by her.

- Juvenaris, "Satirical Poems"

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With a long trumpet, Mithridates, heavily armoured, trembled onto his horse, several manunons wrapped their hooves in soft silk cloth as if it would not be injured in the run, and beside him stood a large group of cavalry under Tuckerschille, spears like a forest - Calabis watched from the side, he could not believe how this horse could carry the weight of the king of Pontus and galloped, Adiana carried a long skirt to congratulate his father on the victory of his army.

"Good girl, I'm going to go up in person, these lowly soldiers, what they want to see most is that the noble commander does the same thing with them." Mithridates even spoke with a heavy panting,

"Please don't castrate Calabis. He is my arm, and I want him to be sound. Adiana looked up at her father and pleaded.

Mithridates was surprised that his daughter would talk to him about such a small matter, but he did not want to pay attention to it now, and after putting on his golden helmet, he gave his daughter a flying kiss, and then the horse hissed, like the roar of the engine of a racing car, mixed with smoke and dust, and rushed to the front with the rest of the cavalry, carrying the king of Pontus.

"Your Excellency, I'm wondering what to do if I can't stand the pain during that Timothy castration operation." After seeing the Pontus cavalry departing like a cirrus cloud, Calabis, with his black hair fluttering, half-knelt in front of Adiana and asked calmly.

Adiana rubbed her hands together and began pacing back and forth again, which Calabis understood meant that she was thinking about the problem, but she didn't have long before she handed Calabis something: a gold-encrusted enamel pendant box. "Put it on, Calabis."

"What is this, the reward for my castration?"

"Listen, Calabis, even if you are castrated, you must be by my side, you will always be my slave, my team - Hybrida, you, Utarius, all. I don't want to die a miserable and humble death like my mother, and I don't even have the ability to resist at all. It's a special pendant, and it's the most poisonous liquid in it, and if you can't stand the operation anymore, turn the lid open and pour it into your mouth to show your loyalty to me with death. ”

Calabis's hand trembled, holding the small delicate enamel pendant, Adiana glanced at him, and said, "Don't worry, this potion was once concocted by my father himself, Mithra is the most proficient in poison, you won't have much pain." ”

"What a happy slave, your master must be very attentive to you." The voice came from Obisius, who was eavesdropping on the side, and the old man smiled darkly, "However, I found a trivial problem, in the sill car over there, it seems that the female slave of His Excellency the Queen Sister of Naisa is locked, it seems to be called Porti, right?" Since Wang Mei died in the rebellion, then she is not dead, why did she specially lock her up? With that, the old man laughed dryly.

"Obisius, you used to be a musician in the theater, and you should know that making a discordant sound on a given beat can ruin the whole show." Adiona stepped forward and forced her eyes to look at Obisius, "Do you still expect your daughter to guarantee your eternal power, a lowly embryo?" ”

"Don't dare, don't dare." Obisius continued to laugh dryly, lowered his voice, shrunk his neck, looked extremely frightened, and his tone was still indescribably disgusting, "However, I am also a person who serves the emperor, and I only have the master in my eyes, as long as it is not good for the master, I can't help but say a few more words, I am the same as your little Calabis in this regard, isn't it?" ”

At this moment, the sound of a landslide and sea cracking came from the front, and Mithridates himself dismounted, led the elite troops, with the arrows whistling behind him, approached the outer wall of the Roman camp, "Soldiers, look at your emperor, your commander, he is now holding a weapon, standing with you!" The presence of Mithridates aroused the fanatical fighting spirit of the Pontic soldiers, who gathered around the emperor, and raised their shields to protect him from the sacred, and the crowd was like a rising tide of the sea, threatening to overwhelm Appis's small stronghold.

But Mithridates' attire is too conspicuous, he has painstaking work, gold-inlaid armor, scarlet cloak, leopard-headed helmet, tassels on his belt, all show the heroic behavior of the commander rushing to the front line, and inspire the confidence of the soldiers who ascend the city, but his subordinates can see him, and the Romans can naturally see him, but Mithridates has at least thirty elite guards with copper shields around him, and the walls are stacked on top of each other, which is very safe.

"Ella!" On a protruding platform at the corner of the Roman camp, Helenputina waved her hand and shouted--the Amazon's "Storm Ella" screamed, and threw out a huge lead ball in her hand, like a cannonball, which was like a cannonball, and tumbled and tumbled on the water composed of dense human heads and shields below, jumped a few times with brains and bones and blood, jumped dozens of meters away, and smashed on the bronze shield of the guards beside Mithridates, and immediately many shields were like pieces of paper, scattered and disintegrated, and one of them slashed to Mithridates's forehead, and he screamed, swaying his huge, fat body, flashed prominently in front of Elkapa's crossbow, and with a slight buzzing sound, an arrow with half of its tail feathers cut off in a steady spiral motion, drew a long, curved arc in the air, and pierced Mithridates' eyebrows.

The body of the king of Pontus fell like a hill, and the sea of Pontic formations stirred, and the guards once again raised layers of bronze shields to block the pouring of stones and arrows from the Romans, and the two dozen strong slaves below dragged their master's body out desperately, and even more attendants waved their long swords to kill the soldiers who fled in disorder, opening a passage for their masters. Mithridates' horse roared and ran, and the four slaves dragged him out with all their might, lifted him, and put him on the back of the horse, whose black mane fluttered, and then carried his master away from the formation of thousands of people, and came straight to the camp.

"The King of Pontus has been shot!" The Roman soldiers cheered, and the two centurians on the front wall jumped down and rushed into the siege of Pontus to slash and slaughter, and the news of the monarch's death spread quickly throughout the army like a rapid plague. The soldiers' admiration for the king's heroic deeds was soon replaced by the panic of losing the king, and archers, slingers, shieldmen, and spearmen left their posts in droves and scattered like a receding tide.

On the sand in the center of the camp, countless attendants and manu-nu crowded around the horse, carefully lifting the body of the king of Pontus from the horse on a gentle stretcher and placing it on the ground, Stratonis and Adiana both cried and ran up, holding their father's body, his eyes and forehead were bloody, and he couldn't see his expression and face clearly. Several doctors were scrambling, and the general was holding the doctor's hand and shouting words like "will Bixia be saved?" and the whole scene was extremely bad.

Calabis on one side looked sideways at this scene, all go, all go, all go, and then slowly moved his steps, moving in the direction of Potty's car