"Due to the interests of our farmers, Italy has learned to grow fruits from almost the world." - Ancient Roman agronomist Columela

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"Nothing rude." The high priest saw Li Xilia's appearance and felt sad. He seemed to have returned to the scene when he was the administrator of the Holy Library when he first came to Rome. "Lying down like this." Then the high priest sat on a single chair next to him, looking at the cold decorations of the whole room, and was a little at a loss. It was obvious that he had something to ask about this person, but it was a little difficult to speak of.

Li Xilia was lying on the bed like this, raising her face, as if she was muttering to herself, "When I was ten years old, I began to serve the holiness of the sacred flames, and it took a full thirty years. In fact, before you came here, I should have retired and could leave my priesthood and live an independent life."

"But you did not retreat. What is the reason? It is the book of Sibir's Prophecy?" the high priest asked in a deep voice.

"Maybe, it has always been a notorious book since the founding of Rome. People are afraid of it and cannot do without it. King Numa gave it to the Virgin Group, but even a person like King Numa cannot control the Lich's saying. It was precisely because I was inspired in the Prophecy of Sibir that I have not left the position of Chief Virgin until the moment when the omen was realized that I passed this position to Zeno."

"Zeno, is it your daughter and Crasso as rumored?" Li Bida looked at the virgin standing at the door, then turned around and asked.

Li Xilia laughed, "This is not important, it's not worth mentioning. You just need to understand that the flame of the Kitchen God and the Prophecy of Sibir will be passed down from generation to generation, and Zeno is also a chosen person. However, when Crassus was young, he deceived and played with my feelings. When he was hiding in Spain, he felt the power of the gods, but he soon forgot that he pursued me and made me moved, but the real purpose was to deceive the divine property of the Kitchen God Temple, but it doesn't matter. He was finally punished for offending the gods - I'm right, right, high priest, no, Karabis." After saying that, Li Xilia's eyes turned to Li Bida, meaningful, and watching the high priest's hand tremble slightly, the secret made Li Bida feel even more restless.

"But you are very good. You are a restrained bad guy, so you were chosen by the gods. In fact, you knew that Zeno had admired you in your heart, but you resolved this. You always treat Zeno as your daughter or sister." Li Xilia sighed, "But Zeno is a poor child, as pitiful as me. Virgins began to enter the temple to serve Vesta since they were about ten years old. Thirty years later, even if they can get the so-called freedom, we have lost the age of pursuing and enjoying sweetness. We can no longer integrate into the life of normal people due to long-term confinement and chastity. Perhaps the death now is the best ending for me, right?"

But the high priest had already listened to her self-mind journey with some impatient attention, and he had something more concerned about, "The Book of Sibir Prophecy is actually the controller of history and the future, right? It is the measure of the gods."

After hearing this, Li Xilia nodded slightly, "Yes, but why don't you ask me directly, give you the prophecy book, or your Emilius family will take charge of it."

The high priest was stunned for a while, and then laughed with Li Xilia, but the latter was obviously much more difficult to laugh. "No, the respected chief virgin, even if I am like me, is not so stupid. The Book of Sibir Prophecy is definitely not as simple as this book. Even if I take it over and burn it, can it change anything? Since fate chooses me, I will go on step by step."

"Respect the choice of the gods, no matter what the future will be." Li Xilia closed her eyes with satisfaction, and the sunlight cast from the window shone on her face. "Maybe one day, the Sibir Prophecy itself will disappear in the vastness of history."

Li Bida respectfully placed his hand on Li Xilia's forehead, looking like she was caring for the dying person, and the valentines who saw this scene outside were crying.

Who would have thought that Li Xiliya suddenly opened her eyes halfway and said to Li Bida mysteriously, "Do you want to know your life span? As a reward for comforting me, I can tell you."

The high priest instinctively and curiously turned his face down. Li Xilia whispered a number, then closed her eyes again, "Thank you, but you should have something more important. I will have to die one by one or two days."

Then, the high priest stood up with some amusement and cried, and did not know what kind of thoughts and attitudes toward Li Xilia's "gift". This is how people are: from ancient times, they have tried to understand their lifespan through prophets and wizards, but when it is placed naked in front of them, they feel sad and helpless, and they will feel great regret in their hearts, just like opening Pandora's box.

"That's it. It's better to know than not, and it's better to know than not." The high priest kept muttering this sentence and walked out slowly. Then he looked at Zeno standing in front of him. The former girl had grown up, and her round and pretty face had some marks of time. She was a square valet dress, a bun, and a slender and fair neck. Only the pure eyes were the same as before, just as when they first met on the streets of Subra District. "Perform your duties well for the Republic." This was what the high priest said to her, or instructed. Then Li Bida came to the courtyard, looked at the walnut tree from Greece for a long time, then shook his head, nodded, and walked out of the wall of the Virgin Apartment under the escort of the guards.

In the following days, the war machine was turning rapidly, and four other legions had begun to drive to Brindisi, while four other legions that had completed the sanctions mission in Spain were also sailing in a fleet.

Brutu was increasingly anxious. On the day he had set up, he summoned everyone again and personally pulled out the dagger that Casio had given him, which was the thing used to assassinate Caesar. "We can't delay and hesitate anymore! Do you still follow your previous ideas and have not changed?"

Everyone nodded in the seat, and then Brutu sighed, "Then vote!"

The final vote was that Horas, Virgil and other young sects had the upper hand and decided that six legions would immediately go out to attack Epirus and fight the seven legions left by Turinus.r1152
Chapter completed!