The news of the victory spread to every corner of the Julius family's domain. People are running to tell each other. Drink to celebrate. In particular, the traditional territory of the Julius family was celebrated for three days in the city, and a grand safari was held outside the city. The fee was paid by the nobles of Julius for this victory of Caesar.

While the whole city was celebrating the victory, and everyone was smiling, only one person was in a bad mood. He was Caesar's nephew and adopted son, 15-year-old Octavian.

In the morning, Octavian went to bathe in the city's large public baths, as usual. The public baths were places of pleasure for Roman citizens, including baths, taverns, meeting rooms, libraries, and even the Register.

The Romans loved bathing as much as they did their diet. At the same time, the bathhouse is also a place for socializing. Officials are planning policies here, and businessmen are here to complete transactions. In short, everyone who comes here can achieve their goal. Push their careers forward while taking a bath.

The whole bathhouse was filled with the joy of victory, and it seemed that all those who came here today had the same goal - to celebrate victory. Officials stopped talking about politics, merchants stopped noisy dealing, and even the amorous ladies talked to their guests about the victory. It seems that they also have a part to play in this victory. This made Octavian's mood extremely bad.

In fact, he had no sinister intentions, hoping that his adoptive father would be defeated. His loyalty to his family is unquestionable. He was also psychologically pleased with his adoptive father's victory, but what made him unhappy was that he wanted to lead the army to the battlefield when he was young and vigorous, and asked his adoptive father to agree to let him make meritorious contributions on the battlefield. But he was rejected by his father. It is considered that he is still young and has no experience in leading troops. Will give victory to the enemy. This reason took a toll on Octavian's self-esteem. During the year that his adoptive father was away, he had been sullen at home. It was not until the news of the victory came that the loss in his heart became even more obvious, and he fantasized more than once that he had led a large army across the entire Mediterranean, beating the barbarians to throw away their armor and run away with their heads. After the victory, he was admired and recognized as a Roman general who was as brave and skilled as his adoptive father and cousin Antony.

Quintas, the slave who was guarding the door of the bathhouse, saw his master Octavian coming out of the bathhouse with a gloomy face, and knew that it must be the topic of the great victory of the south that made the young master unhappy, so he left the bathhouse so quickly, or every time the master would stay here for a morning before returning satisfied.

"Master, why don't you wash it?" Quintas asked, somewhat knowingly.

Octavian did not speak, but took the reins of the horse handed by Quintas with a straight face, turned over on his horse, and whipped away. Quintas and the two guards also jumped on their horses and followed.

The streets of Aretion are still bustling with people after heavy snowfall, and the stone-paved avenues are lined with shops and public facilities. People travel here for their own purposes. When the beggars saw Octavian on a tall horse, they went up to beg, hoping that the young noble lad would give them a full meal in the cold weather.

Octavian looked at the beggars who were dangling in front of him, and without saying a word, he glanced back at Quintas behind him. Quintas immediately understood his master's intentions, and immediately took a few coins from his money bag and left them on the ground, and the beggars immediately swarmed up, making way for Octavian.

In a roadside bazaar, merchants from the north were displaying Gallic slaves they had just arrived from Patavien on a large platform.

The slaves on the stage were also naked in the snow, chained like animals, and both men and women were unkempt and silent. Offstage, however, was a completely different scene, with a large number of city aristocrats and slave owners crowding each other, arguing, stretching out their snow-white arms, blushing and thick-necked, and bargaining with the merchants on the stage. The sound was higher and higher.

The merchant on the stage dragged out a tall female slave from the slave pile, and while pulling her hair, she shouted: "Purebred Gallic woman, look at this boobs, look at this ass, just like a good cow, buy it home, you can definitely give birth to the most capable little slave!! 3 gold coins, you can take it! ”

"I'm out of 4!!"

"I'll make 5!!"

"I'm out of five and a half."

"I'll give out 6, no one should fight with me, my family lacks such a Gaul girl who can breed! Sell it to me! "A fat white man, foaming at the mouth, roared.

"Deal! 6 gold coins, this cow is yours! The merchant shouted

The crowd cheered! The fat man walked up to the stage, reached out and took the chain, and busily touched and checked the slave girl's body. He also broke the woman's mouth and looked at her teeth. After that, he was content to take his slave and walked away.

Octavian stopped his horse and watched the scene quietly at the back of the crowd. Looking at the slaves on the stage, he thought to himself that if I were to fight this battle, I would be able to smash the Gauls' lair, kill their leader, and capture more slaves. Perhaps it will also be rewarded by the Senate. Let the people of the whole republic know about Octavian? Julius's name, and write this name into the history books.

"You let go of me! You filthy Roman fat pig! A lanky Gallic slave girl waved her arms and took away the merchant's hand to her hair, cursing in a stiff Roman language.

"Haha, this Gallic woman is so spicy." The crowd burst into laughter.

The merchant was not angry at the slave's resistance, but with a raging smile on his face, he looked at the beautiful woman and smiled, "My little beauty, I won't be angry with you." ”

"Drag her up," the merchant commanded his men.

Two tall servants dragged the Gallic woman up, and one of them grabbed her by the hair, revealing her face.

"Look at this harsh Gallic woman, she is not only a slave, she is not only beautiful, but the barbarian traitor tells me that she is the daughter of the chief of the Patavien tribe of the Gauls, and that she is of noble birth. Buy them and let them be at your pleasure, and punish these Gauls in your own way. ”

"I'll give 10 gold coins"

"I'll make 15!"

"I'll make 20!"

"I'll make 30" ......

The voices in the audience rose higher and higher. These nobles and slave owners looked at this beautiful Gallic woman, their eyes spewing with excitement and greed. Can't wait to take possession of this woman.

"I'll give you 100 gold coins!"

Everyone followed the sound and looked back. There was a look of surprise on his face.

Octavian jumped off his horse and walked into the crowd with Quintas and the guards. All the people consciously made way for him, and everyone in this city knew this man. A young man to whom the Julius family is proud. Octavian strode up to the high platform and said to the merchant with a smile: "Your Excellency, I will pay 100 gold coins for this Gallic woman as a gift for my adoptive mother's birthday!" (To be continued.) )