Leo lay in the secluded room in the manor and slept for a day and a night before he slowly woke up. He was under too much psychological and physical pressure during this period, but he finally "successfully fulfilled his father's request."

Leo, who had risen up, prayed briefly in front of the niche of the God of the House, hurriedly ate some fruits for fullness, and then sat on the chair beside the colonnade outside the door, staring blankly. In front of him, the smoke on the altar in a corner of the courtyard was still confused under the rising morning light, just like his mood at this moment.

The name of the person that Sifax mentioned was the one he least wanted to hear. He hoped it was someone else, but reality was so cruel, as if a rusty iron cone was stuffed into his stomach, making him so painful that he could not help himself. The chickens in the sand pit under the courtyard of the atrium were walking back and forth, and making smug cry from time to time, especially Leo felt even more irritable.

At this time, two slaves appeared at the opposite side door, drooping their hands respectfully. Leo understood that his father had already learned that he had woken up and asked him to be summoned and he would get the result.

"I'm here, father." Leo did not dare to delay any delay, so he walked around the corridor outside the side door and came to his father's study. On that day, Li Bida sent all the rest away and went to Rome to pave the way for his triumphal and campaign. He only stayed at the Ophelenum Manor with the Guard, as if he was waiting for Leo to report to him, although Li Bida had obtained the accurate answer.

When Leo stepped into the threshold, Yulia sat in the opposite rain corridor, manipulating the loom, and constantly winked him, meaning that he was smart. Li Bida was sitting on the table marked with the Greek terrain, slowly drawing the line between the enemy and us with hooks. "If Turinus' command is extended for another year, he might not even be able to protect the Epirus area." This was his father's judgment. Then he looked up and saw Leo, and asked, "I will return to Rome immediately, and I will join forces with Panza to remove Turinus' command over the Greek war zone and recycle his seven legions."

At this moment, Yulia immediately coughed a few times, meaning that Leo certainly would not object. When Li Bida's eyes turned to her, Yulia quickly turned around and shook the handle, probably letting the loom make a squeaking sound to cover it up, lowering her eyebrows and eyes.

As a result, Leo's reply was unexpected, "Father, with your current strength, you can, like the great Pompey before, forcibly rely on the power of war granted by the People's Congress, and deprive your army of the Lord of Asia, to cancel the command of Tulinus. But I personally think that the current situation cannot be restricted, but it cannot be abandoned like a piece of clothing."

To his son's answer, Li Bida nodded with satisfaction, and then he put down his hand on the picture table and sighed, "I already know that you have worked hard for you, but do you understand the pains and expectations behind your torture and interrogation of Sifax?"

"Of course I understand, then immediately after I return to Rome, I will file a complaint to the court as the deputy envoy and civilian guardian."

"You don't have to do it yourself, you should first rest assured about the role of the moral template. This role is the favorite thing you, Yulia Mama, see." Li Bida pondered, then he stood up and recalled, "I remember when I was in Alexander, I told Sabo that once a person has power and a legion, he is eager to be a person who lays out the line, rather than chess pieces, dice and puppets. But these two points alone are not enough, and he also needs to use fine planning, otherwise it will be just meat on the chopping board."

After saying that, Li Bida slowly pushed a piece of characters prepared on the table to Leo, "Do as I said."

Leo bowed silently and said, "As for orders, father."

Looking at his son's round head and his fluffy hair as he was as fluffy as his biological mother, Li Bida also felt a warm current. He had not been with his son for so many years. He was the main nurturing work, relying solely on the mothers of Porti and Yulia, so he walked up, gently pressed the "little lion"'s hair with his hands, and stroked it gently, "This time, Lilibi in Sicily, feels that he has gained a lot, right?"

"Um."

"I'll go back to Rome with me right away. This year's election will be the struggle between us father and son."

In autumn, the Apsus River, in the black and cold river, the seven legions of Caesar and a large number of baggage teams were flowing endlessly, and they retreated to the winter camp in Epirus in the rear along the built boat bridge.

Although the tug-of-wars in the previous few months had their own victories and losses, Brutu was always better. Young Caesar's legion was seriously damaged and the materials were consumed almost the same, so he could only end the battle of competition. Brutu also took his legion back to the Athens area for rest.

The young Caesar, wrapped in a cloak, looked a little disheartened. He rode his horse and stood in front of the river, staring at the flowing water. This river was previously where his adoptive father confronted Pompei's army, and now he has re-played the role of Caesar in the past. Next to him, many wounded soldiers piled up cremation piles with fragments of wood and statues, threw the bodies of his companions on it and burned them. The pungent smell spread everywhere. Many people held urns on their chests and wanted to send their companions back to their hometown.

"Now I heard that there are many sayings in the city that are not conducive to Caesar." Mesenas rode his horse and came from behind, whispering, "The situation of the war is unfavorable, and it is said that both the people and the elders are dissatisfied."

"Are you going to send the high priest to replace me?"

Mesenas looked around, then said "um" and expressed his approval of Young Caesar's conjecture. Young Caesar sighed to the sky and said, "If the Republic could give me three more legions and five hundred Tarent's money, I would definitely be able to turn the situation around and defeat Brutu and Cassia. Unfortunately, Leon, regardless of his former friendship, refused to open this convenient door."

"Leo also has difficulties with Leo. After all, he is from the Executive Yuan, and he is responsible for the logistics supply on another battlefield, so he cannot give others any talk." Mesenas defended his friend. At this time, several cavalrymen came over along a smaller bridge that was not allowed to pass by, and sent the seal to the hands of Young Caesar.

"Do you know? The guardian and Leo have ended the purge of the Spanish Pompeii Party. He is now willing to ask Ebro to come forward and allocate 800 Tarante from the Executive Yuan, and send three legions at any time for the battle next year!" Seeing the content of the letter, Octavian said in a very happy tone, "In addition, the guardian high priest made a clear statement that he hoped that I would return to Rome on the day to participate in the next year's election and join him in power together." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!