The young Kaiser was obviously a little impatient when he heard this. He stroked his fingers on his forehead a few times, and then said to the entourage, "You should go there directly, just say that I said it, tell him not to be anxious, wait there for another two days, and I will naturally give him a satisfactory reply."

The thunder gradually mixed with raindrops, hitting the branches and leaves of Myrtle, and soon became a huge rain line. Curio sat upright in the hall with simple facilities. Then he stood up from his couch as the rain fell outside, put on a sword and a rainproof cloak. Then his personal slave came over and took a box containing documents to him to see, "All the industries have been sold out, and this is the contract of the official hall."

Curio said lightly, then looked at the rain curtains that were getting harder outside, and said frankly, "We can leave now, there is no need to stay here."

Just as he walked into the courtyard, Young Caesar's entourage ran in as he shouted and ran into the rain, complaining loudly about the damn ghost weather, and holding his shoulders and trembling constantly. When he saw Curio in his cloak, he couldn't help but be stunned, because he didn't know what this person had to go out to do in such weather and time?

"So, what news did Caesar ask you to bring?" Curio spread his hands and swung the raindrops and asked quickly.

"Governor Illyria asked you to wait for him for two days and say that there will be a perfect news at that time." After the entourage said this, the whole scene became silent. After a while, Curio laughed unceremoniously. He held his knees and half-squatted in the puddle. The laughter was even covered by the sound of wind and rain.

"Okay. Please tell the Governor for me - that's it. I'm not interested in waiting for him for another two days, and I'm not even interested in entering the dark dungeon with him, so that I can't even see the rain tonight, so I'll leave!" After Curio finished laughing, he said to the entourage with a surprisingly straightforward frankness, letting the other party stay where he was, and asked a few words of "Is it appropriate to convey this way?"

"Whatever you tell me, everything has nothing to do with me, and I will not be like a fool, who is doing nothing here for two days, and the final outcome will be the same as your foolish master. I know, it must be that Libidaus used two killer weapons—the second-CEO's position, and his daughter of the stunning city of the seven hills, to make the Governor of Illyria go around, but what will be greeted in the future will be the endless darkness of the dungeon. His dream will completely sink there, and at that time he will regret not following my advice. Okay. Let it go, please,

Whoever he was the king in the end, no matter who he was in the cold bathroom of Hercules (any name for the dungeon)—it had nothing to do with me anyway, I was determined to leave, I was going back to a warm place, that is, Shannan Gaul. So——” After saying that, he immediately pushed the stupid sergeant away, "No need to continue to care about me anymore. After you report to the Governor of Illyria, I have probably arrived in Arimiron City. By the way, there are heat and food in the hall. If you want to shelter from the rain and dry clothes to fill your stomach, I persuade you to go in and take care of yourself."

Lightning and thunder, heavy rain, Curio and his followers quickly disappeared into the rain, carrying boxes and luggage...

The slutty entourage really walked in, leaning against the fireplace to enjoy the honey wine and wheat cakes left by Curio. About half a moment later, Curio and two entourages arrived at the foot of Mount Kelius in Rome. "Your Excellency, if you want to return to Gaul, Shannan, then it is obviously wrong to take this path." A entourage holding the reins shouted.

"Seeing his ghost mountain, Nangaul, I will not go there anymore. Maybe one day, either Caesar or Marco betrayed me. I have become enemies of the Libidaus family. Now the only way is to escape completely and let us go south!" Curio pulled the reins, then turned around outside the furrow of the Sanctuary, and finally glanced at the grey and dim city gates and mass graves in the rain. The entire Roman city seemed to be swallowed up by the rain and the flooded Tiber River. The streets and other places were not even half a person. Now, I can only say in my heart lonely, "Farewell, Roman city, I want to go to a place far away from you."

Soon, Curio, who was very skilled and brave, actually came to Port Pacini, which was the garrison of the Sixth Army. He used a fake name "Cares Vibicina". His prototype was a chief of Etruscania in the era of King's Feng, and the Mount Kelius in Rome was also named after him. Then "Cares" claimed to be a knight in the grain business between Numidia and Italy. He boarded a grain transport ship that had been contacted and sailed towards the coast of Afilica, which was hiding the world.

The voyage was safe. The city of Rome in the rain had long been left behind. The two markets later Curio leaned on the seaside outside Utica. At this time, outside the city, all the wheat fields had been harvested and were boundlessly lying under this sea and sky. On a certain uplifting hill, Pompey's widow, Gornalia, held a lyre, and had just finished sacrificing her husband's grave. There was a stone tablet there, engraved on it:

"A such a great man has such a humble and insignificant monument after his death."

Even so, Gonailia's complexion was still good. Even though she had learned that Pompei's two sons had been awarded the title, "In the future, the Gneus Pompei family and cemetery will be protected by women." She exhausted her last savings, got the bodies of Rous and Sequetus, and buried them in the cemetery west of Utica, allowing the father and son to reunite in the underworld.

"It's time to fulfill the wish of this respectable woman." This is the order issued by the high priest after his triumphant return in Spain. "Anyone who can find the body in Pompeii's party will be sent there to be buried, and the corresponding money will be allocated. The excess Gonalia can be kept or a small temple can be built for this cemetery. In short, it will be as good as her."

Therefore, the number of tombs in the cemetery is increasing, and Gonalia's sacrifice is also very tired. When she was about to walk down the hill, she found a man holding a horse standing at the foot of the mountain with a cloak covering her face, and she was familiar with that appearance.
Chapter completed!