"Cares, you finally understand this truth, what a precious life, it only once, what kind of mood I felt when I learned that my uncle could never return from that desolate battlefield; how helpless I was when I witnessed Demethlius die so humbly in the hands of those who came to capture me - even so, I still survived. As long as I stay away from the cursed place of Rome, anyone can live happily. In fact, when you were about to leave Utica for the first time, I wanted to tell you this truth." Gonnalia, under the sunset, said to Curio without any grudge.

And Curio had no intention of refuting. He listened quietly there, the setting sun spread out along the surging ocean. Finally, he puffed up his voice and asked Takanolia, "I take the liberty to ask, will your lyre only play on the death day of the great Pompey?"

"Of course not, Kales, the lyra is a beautiful thing invented by the Sun God. It can mourn the dead, and can also praise the rich earth, the brilliant flowers and plants, the love between men and women, and everything in the world worth cherishing."

"I think this is the case. Maybe you lack a neighbor. Yes, just a neighbor. Every day, sharing every inch of sunshine projected from the ocean. I'm sorry, I will buy my own assets and farmland opposite the cemetery. Maybe that's better. When you play the lyre, I will listen under the eaves there. I don't know if this offends you..." Curio removed his cape, suppressed the violent throbbing in his heart, and asked with a tremolo.

"What are you talking nonsense? Do you think this is a mess? You are such a weird person who is so cautious that he is a bit annoying. Calles."

Curio also smiled in the sunshine. "Yes, I am such a weird guy that I hate, but please don't hate me to the point of choosing my neighbor."

After hearing this, Takanoliya covered her mouth, giggled, and shook her head quickly.

In the subsequent golden peace years, they really enjoyed the days forgotten by the world. Curio sold the legacy of the most glorious family in Rome. He never returned. He abandoned everyone and lived in this vast, secluded and fertile land under the name of "Knight Kares", and stayed opposite the house of Gonelia...

In Pulaima's courtyard, the mist formed by the blue-gray morning light floated on the colonnade and the pond. Li Bida sat sideways in the consul's robe with a red edge, throwing millet at the chickens under his feet. "Father..." Leo walked from the side door over there and bowed to Li Bida to pay homage.

"Well. You and Tulinus will attend this senate rally. You should go and listen as the Sicilian envoy," Li Bida said calmly.

"Yes, obey my father."

At the same time, Corinna also walked out in festive costumes with a shy and nervous look. Her maid held the box and bag and followed her step by step, "Father..."

"Oh, good girl, are you?"

"A father like this, I want to make a small sacrifice to the gods who protect me." Corinna rubbed the belt in front of her waist and responded in a low voice. The high priest nodded, "Is this time finally here? Then it should be said that in a few days, on the Big Five Festival, it will be the most important day for you and Turinus? As a high priest, I must be there. Tell me, good girl, are you willing to sacrifice your happiness for the city of Rome?"

Corinna stood there in a daze, "Does Rome still need to be involved with me?"

"No, no, that's fine, go with your mother. I will ask Kelly to prepare your carriage and slaves for you. Leo now goes to the Senate with me, and there will be another vote on the budget for the war." After that, the high priest took his daughter and then walked out.

Leo stood behind him, looked at his sister who was soon happy with a complicated look, lowered his head and hesitated, and said, "I wish you happiness." After that, he turned around and followed his father's pace.

When the mother in the kitchen heard Li Bida's request, she shuddered. She looked very painful, and even the clear instructions on weekdays began to get overwhelmed, making the slaves run around and at a loss. "Since your father asks this, then do it quickly."

Although Corinna, who was a little weird in her heart, carefully held her childhood toys and statues, and sat on the shoulder with her mother with her happiness and longing. "Destination, Kitchen God Temple." With this instruction, she gently tapped the sedan chairman's shoulder with the oxtail whisk.

"Get up!" Several sedan chairmen began to speed up their pace with their shoulders holding the pole with their shoulders and the short stick in the other.

At this moment, the city of Seven Hills was full of smoke from the first to cook. On the way to the Kitchen God Temple, Porti suddenly asked his daughter, "After the banquet that night, did Tulinus never say anything to you, or sent you any message?"

"What are you talking about, mother?" Corinna asked in a shy and curious tone.

But she saw her mother's eyes and tears flowed down, "Finally, it's finally time. Twenty years ago, when your father and I came to this city with hundreds of Dracmas, there was a little adopted pigeon by our side. What were we thinking at that time? Setting up our heels here? Raising our children? With the help of the God of the Family, we fought against all kinds of misfortunes. Just like this, another year has passed. Your father has not changed for so many years, but has also changed, but don't doubt it, he started to

Finally, I love any of you, any of you!" After saying that, Porty burst into tears and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his palms. "I'm sorry, I'm too sad. The little pigeon is said to be about to go to the very far and far Mauritania with Van Luntingna. Maybe I will never meet my little pigeon again in this life. You and Leo will one day leave their mother one after another. And your father, his future destination will be in the East? When I think of this, I can't help it..."
Chapter completed!