"With our sails, no enemy can escape. ☆→" - Anthony before the Battle of Yakchen

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After saying that, Li Bida flipped through the fragments left by the dead, about three books, two of which should be close to completion. After turning on the title, it was naturally "Katirin's Conspiracy" and "Juguda War". "These two books have reached the stage of being able to be published, right?" Li Bida asked the booksellers standing aside.

In that era, the reading industry in the Mediterranean world was very developed. People like Celeste, publishing society, natural or historical works were extremely popular before publication. Large bookshops everywhere asked for their authorization at very popular prices, and then they would draw a large amount of money to serve as Runge after publication.

But now that Celester is dead, booksellers' investment will inevitably be deficit, so in the face of Li Bida's inquiry, they cried and nodded together.

Li Bida smiled and said it's okay. I'll give you another 500,000 Sess to you. Hire more copy slaves to complete these two books and let them be published. "Gold should not be buried in the pile of gravel. Serester's exquisite and elegant language and smooth narrative are rare classics written in Latin. If it is published and sold, your deficits can be compensated, right?"

These words made the booksellers who were in desperate situations ecstatic, "but there are still a few incomplete articles left."

"If you don't mind, my subordinates have slaves who are specialized in writing, and they are very good at imitating the rhetoric and literary style of famous artists." Li Bida hinted it very clearly. "If the rest can be completed, I will feel a great honor. I will give you another 300,000 Sesie quit."

"Yes, yes, not only are there such generous conditions, but you are also willing to send someone to assist in the manuscript work. I am so grateful. How could I refuse so ungrateful?" The fat bookmaker who took the lead rubbed his hands excitedly and expressed his opinion.

"But when everything is finished, you must pay the royalty in full to Celester's widow, Renshat." Libida asked majesticly. Then he called Mattia, "The couple also asked about the property in Rome and Italy, and they were also inquiring about it, and they were safeguarded--from my private assets, give it to the poor Renshat, and ensure that her husband could enjoy the state funeral and enter the cemetery of the Temple of War."

After the bookseller left with satisfaction, Li Bida called Matthia over again and spread the rest of the manuscript to him, "Wait, what about the master?"

"That's right, it seems that Celest has really preserved a lot of good things in the past thirty years." After Li Bida took a look, he raised them one by one. "It was the article criticizing the nobles when Yulia's grandfather was the consul. It was the rebuttal speech made by Turinus' stepfather against Yulia's grandfather and Yu's Senate. Pompei's letter was even more good. He was beaten by a one-eyed general in Spain back then. This letter was all about his begging the Temple of Concord to give him aid. Mattia, can you imagine the helpless words of the great Pompei in the letter? Finally, it was the letter from my dead father-in-law, who was expelled by my asylum in Xiaoya. At that time, I came to this world from that time.

There are three years left - OK, let alone this, this is the letter from Mitradati to Parthia for help." Speaking of this, Libida was a little excited, "There are also the exchanges between Celest and Caesar, which talked about many issues about national affairs. Yes, Celest is really a talented person. Although his performance in politics and the army is mediocre, he is a real historical scholar. He has the entire magnificent history of the Republic in the first thirty years. There is a final fragment here, that is, Celest wrote only three volumes, and it seems that Caesar instructed him to write. This book began to be recorded in the year of Sura's death - so, I have an idea now."

After hearing this, Matthia immediately took out the font board and the hook pen, and respectfully prepared to record the owner's thoughts, "Marcus Varo is very old, so old that I don't know how many years he can survive. When Caesar was still alive, he appointed him to organize the classics of Rome. Now you immediately recruit professional personnel to lay down all the manuscripts and letters of Celest and send them to the manor of Formia where he is. In addition, I am going to use my previous income to build a building that is even more magnificent than Pompeii, Crassus and Caesar to demonstrate the existence of my family and the Emilius in the city of Rome."

"There is also a magnificent building - yes, please continue." Matthia's hook pen never stopped for a moment.

"That is a library that is even more extraordinary than Alexander's burnt. Pompei left the Greek-style grand theater for the people, and Caesar left behind a brand new temple of love and beautiful gardens. I gave this thing to the country, which would store Greek and Latin books, including history, philosophy, architecture, mathematics and astronomy, and poetry, from elegant schools to graffiti of street poets, everything is included and everything is included. Of course, for the sake of unified view, the editorial committee is to establish it from my hands,

The Roman representatives were handed over to Varo, and the Greek representatives were handed over to Tyranian - in addition, I also wanted those guys who were unknown in Athens, Horace and Virgil to live well, so that they would serve as my slave labor for the rest of their lives, and to carry out this cause to the end. I want to show in a panoramic way how the descendants of Rex Leus traveled through mountains and rivers from the Cyris Empire to the Apennines, and how they rose step by step, mythical rise, I must be with these thirty years of history."

After recording, Mathia immediately handed over the zip board to a slave. The slave quickly copied a copy, covered it with the seal of the high priest and Numawang, and bowed and left the command post. Mathia carefully took back the original, wrapped it in silk, and gently lifted a "tea temple model" on the small table. After the "roof" was opened, it was a storage box, and put the zip board in and put it in properly.

After nightfall, when the other commanders took the order to leave, Li Bida sat in a very tired but in a good mood in a good mood. Looking at the "little temple" where the storage was stored, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He began to understand Caesar more and more. When a man said, "I want the swamp to drain, I want the isthmus to open, and I want the hills to flatten - to accommodate my temple, my theater and my ship", and "I can achieve these things with just one finger", this man was the ancient "god" and the omnipotent "god".

Ascending to the altar is what every man hopes most.
Chapter completed!