In the Senate venue where the architect carefully designed the echo passage, Cicero's voice was loud and loud, clouds split into gold, like a javelin like rain, like a raging sword, or like a stone bullet thrown:

"Katirin! When will you abuse our patience? How long will your crazy behavior play us? How long will your unscrupulous style be arrogant? The night guards of Rome are not in your eyes; the patrols everywhere are not in your eyes; the horror of the people is not in your eyes; the union of all upright people is not in your eyes; the Senate is not in your eyes at this strong defense; is it not in your eyes at all the faces of all the people present?

"Consul Cicero, you have no tangible evidence..." Katilin stood somewhere, pretending to be calm.

Cicero ignored him and raised Crasso's letter with the amber board sent by a mysterious man in front of everyone: "Your plan has been revealed. Do you think the Senate, don't know what you did the day before yesterday? Don't know what you did yesterday? Where did you gather with the party members, what you plotted against, what you planned! Everything, the six hundred people in the Senate saw, and the two consuls also saw it!"

The hustle and bustle sounded like the waves, especially when Cicero said the last sentence, the elders stood up and responded loudly, as if they really knew the words and deeds of Katilin every night. Although the second-CEO Neruda had been closely with Katilin before, in order to avoid suspicion, he had to hide in a certain corner and not speak a word, so as not to become the target of public criticism.

The entourage began to constantly knock on the stick at the door, asking for the silence of the meeting scene.

Cicero continued to pursue: "You dare to come here today? This obviously shows your willful and cruelty." Then he suddenly pointed at Kathirin with his finger and shouted: "We have all felt your eyes. You are choosing every object present to whom you want to use your harsh hands in the future, but I am not afraid. The Republic will not let your conspiracy succeed! You are in Fortress of Pretes, in Fessu

Haven't Lai City been defeated or is about to fail in Capua? Your gang of fox parties cannot defeat the strong guardians of the Republic and Rome. I will never be ruthless to the traitors of the Republic. You will be defeated like the previous Gragu brothers (the former Roman reformers, the leaders of the populist movement, inciting civilians to confront the nobles, and proposed land and debt proposals, and were brutally killed by the powerful one after another).

The name is broken, and the corpse is gone. Did the ancestors of the Gragu brothers not have noble enough? No, they were just suspected of betraying the Republic and were killed. And you, Katilin, don't think that you have met a few bold and arrogant civil servants, and you think you can fight against the order of the Republic. Wasn't Gragu not a civil servant when he died? Because, I - Cicero is the consul, I can transform the law and traditions into a prestige of the Senate.

The sword that is invincible can be easily pierced through your chest, and now it is temporarily placed in its scabbard because of my kindness, but kindness does not mean that I will neglect my duty. If the veteran of Etruscans does not put down his weapons, if you are unwilling to admit your crimes, if the enemy of Rome is still in the dark night, I swear, maybe tomorrow, maybe today, I will draw my sword out of the sheath!”

The Senate once again experienced a craze of collective standing and applause. The entourage's stick was almost broken, while the clerk was sweating profusely. Following Cicero's speed of speaking, they all felt that Cicero's speech and criticism would always be famous in the long river of history.

"The amber board in your hand is just a list of ten people whom I asked the civil guardian Rulus to propose a land reform plan. It is not a conspiracy or treason in your mouth!" Katilin stood up angrily and defended.

"Oh?" Cicero turned the amber board, "Are the Syra, Liantulus, and the other one, on the nights of the past few days, did not hide a dagger and bring a group of people to assassinate me in the name of visiting me? More than a hundred good citizens and righteous young nobles who spontaneously defended my mansion to testify against this matter. Katilin, the night can no longer cover your conspiracy and filth with its darkness. In our eyes, your ugliness is as obvious as the day!"

At this time, sweat fell on Katilin's face, these pig-like teammates...what else did he want to fight, but his voice was drowned by the manic curse of hundreds of people in the Senate. He began to tremble. His previous calmness and courage disappeared. He was in pain in the unstable land. He finally couldn't bear it and howled despair and resentment at everyone present: "Since my enemy Cicero forced me like this and pushed me into the abyss of despair, I would not be afraid to throw out a piece of rubble and suppress the fire burning towards me! Yes, now I see two people, one strong and the head is small, and the other is extremely large and the body is hunched. What I want to do is to put together the previous body and the next head. Is it wrong?"

As a result, his irrational speech completely ruined him. The Senate collectively shouted the slogans of murderers and traitors. Cicero also announced on the spot that he became the most unpopular person in Rome, and the punishment waiting for him was to expel Rome.

"I, the most standard Roman, was expelled from Rome because of my lofty ideals; and you, an outsider, became the savior of the Republic!" Katilin laughed bitterly and wildly as if he saw a clumsy comedy, "Consul, do you mean to impose the punishment of exile on me?"

"Yes, the end of exile is Marseille. Go, Kathirin, in the city of Rome, no one does not hate you, no one does not hate you except your evil accomplices."

Amid the scolding, Katilin stumbled in humiliation and resentment, leaving the Temple of Concord where the Senate members gathered, and came to the streets outside. His followers burst into tears, some angrily tearing their clothes to express their dissatisfaction with the Senate ruling, but more confidants took Katilin's hand and proposed one emergency plan after another. Katilin also changed significantly, with only despair in his eyes and anger that could destroy everything.

At the corner of the street, Oplik and several gladiator partners nodded slightly to each other and slowly mixed into the team of Katilin.

At dusk, several priests of the Temple of War covered the wounds on their chests and stomachs, and groaned and fell into the pool of blood while holding the pillars. The blazing flames spread everywhere in the temple. A group of mobs shouted and carried out a huge golden eagle from inside. The pedestal under the eagle's claws was engraved with the words "The Roman city was built for 653 years. The Vicily. The Cimbri people."
Chapter completed!