"Then please let Mr. Caesar, please take a look at my appearance!" Curio suddenly sneered and made this strange request loudly. After saying that, he moved the seat forward a few steps so that Mr. Caesar could see more carefully.

But Caesar instinctively leaned back. Curio seemed to have expected his reaction. He laughed and pointed his finger at the scars on his face. "I used to be like Caesar, the leader of the entire golden youth fashion in Rome. Debauchery, melancholy, beautiful, thin, these are adjectives that people often put on me. At that time, whether men or women, as long as they like their faces, they would fall under me. I had only one disappointment in the love field, because I lost to great power. After that, I realized that men without power were useless, but later I realized that after losing the beauty, my pain and loss became even greater."

"So, what do you want to say?" Young Caesar thought this person was really strange.

"What I want to say is that there are always people in this world who are lost and cannot be taken back. Young Master Caesar, don't fall to me." Curio laughed, his face becoming more ferocious and ugly, and then he turned around and sat down. "But now you are approaching this dangerous abyss. Do you really think that Li Bida and his son will treat you kindly, so that you can successfully take over the position of the second chief officer, and continue to take the Julius family to become stronger in the future?"

"That's nature, I am the successor of Caesar, the benchmark flag of all the Caesars."

"Don't be stupid. That was when Caesar just died. Everyone. Except for Anthony, the idiot, a person who is as scheming as the sea like Libida will obey you under your banner and put you on the surface. But what is left of the Caesar Party now? Those who died of cleaning died of cleaning, those who defected to Emilius went to Emilius. This terminally ill tree has long fallen down vulnerable in the thunder of the times, and with the emergence of this change, you have become an obstacle to Libida's progress, and he may not

Kill you in a grand manner, but he will suddenly trap you behind his back and deceive you to return to Rome. It is clear that you are still so careless and come back." Curio sighed, "You don't have to argue anymore. Rome is a huge trap now. The best situation you had at the beginning was to continue to sit in Epirus. Holding seven legions in hand, he competed with Li Bida. In that way, he would not dare to break the balance of power for the time being, because several legions of Anthony were still eyeing Shannan Gaul, which made him afraid."

"Okay, as you said, I've fallen into the trap now." Young Caesar also made a humorous gesture to fall, and then asked Curio's "method of resolving it."

But Curio answered very seriously, and he stretched out five fingers, "You have five days left to turn around now."

Hearing this, Young Caesar could no longer bear it. He looked at Curio's ugly face and serious expression, and felt like he was watching a funny farce, and laughed out loud, but he then thought it was disrespectful to the guests, so he could only continue to calm down and ask Curio to say the reason.

"Why do I say there are five days? It's because now is the best time to eliminate Libida - the legions under his umbrella were stationed in the Libida Fort and Liya, and a few were said to have stayed in Spain. He only brought one Sixth Legion to Rome, not to mention that all the brigades of the Sixth Legion were stationed in Pasini. Only one Medegiguard was actually brought by Libida. As for most of the main legions of Libida, they took the land route and delayed many schedules. They are still in the province of Nebogaul and have not yet entered Liguria."

Young Caesar's face began to change slightly, and only then did he realize that Curio was not joking, but was really planning something, "You keep talking."

Curio's expression became more and more excited below. He gestured with his hands, "Li Bida is a person who believes too much in his cunning skills. He also has flaws. His main force is traveling by land and without the cooperation of the fleet. Most of those fleets, Li Bida stayed in Balearic and Sardinia, so it was impossible for them to arrive in Italy quickly. At this time, Caesar, as long as you nod, I will quickly return to Mutina and persuade Marco, telling him that he only needs to send one legion, up to two legions, to successfully kill Li Bida and his son, and his gangsters. At the same time, the rest of Marco's legions arrived at Li Bida's main force in Liguria.

Outside the gorge, and your seven legions on the other side also rushed into Rome to take charge of the overall situation, so that we can achieve the most perfect and most insignificant victory. As long as Li Bida and his son die, their legions will be headless and will soon disperse as birds and beasts. I believe you can understand my words. But opportunities do not wait for people, so I calculated that there are only five days left. Five days later, when Li Bida's nearly ten legions cross Liguria and Marco cannot get your promise to do nothing, then." After that, Curio made a death gesture, "The infamous dungeon in Rome will be our destination and death place."

Now, the originally unserious expression on Young Caesar's face disappeared, "Are you going to say to me to put your hope on you, but you still have to spend time running to Shannan Gaul to lobby Anthony? You are really fooling me, Curio."

"No, all my words are very serious. The key to the whole situation is now. Do you still remember the island where you have a alliance? There, you are like a poor child, fooled and played by your guardian. At that moment, you should understand how painful it is to rest on others. If you still think of yourself as a descendant of the Julius family, then Caesar, I will stay in an inconspicuous little hotel by the city gate. I will leave you with the address there immediately. Remember, five days, no, full of plans, only two days left, because the journey and lobbying take time, I am waiting for your reply." After that, Curio smiled meaningfully again, placed the board with the address engraved on the table, then put on the cloak, coughed and took off the glass lamp hanging on the wall, and left the side door of the house with hunched over.

"He is like a weird and ugly prophet in Tuscany... How should I do it? Is it a brave man who controls fate or a fool who believes in rumors? Is these two points different for now?" The young Caesar who stayed behind was full of thoughts.
Chapter completed!