Caesar also stood up and pressed Karabis's shoulder, "Now, we will operate the expedition to Lusitania. Once I become the governor of Spain, you will be the magistrate of the clerk and the military guardian."

"But I have to serve in the Legion for at least six years to be civic. Are these things too far away for me?" Karabis sucked his fingers, questioning.

"No, there is no such restriction for a real combat hero, and the opportunity is here." Caesar smiled mysteriously, then held a piece of amber board and handed it to Karabis's hand. "Your master, Tuna Lukulas, I want to tell you some surprise news. This is the token he handed to me. For details, you can go to Pulaima and talk to him in detail."

The next day, at the door of the Pulaima Villa, Karabis saw the angry Claudiya and walked out with her skirt. She glanced at Karabis fiercely, and immediately gave him a sense of crisis that the fire in the city gate affected the pond fish. "It's finally here this day, the hateful tuna, and his stupid brother!" As she said that, she actually covered her face and sobbed. The male and female slaves stood on both sides of the gate, moved the boxes and boxes one by one behind the hostess' sedan chair. Kelly, who was standing with his hands crossed, kept asking Claudiya if she could get on the road.

Claudiya, who was sitting in the sedan chair sadly, told the slaves carrying the sedan chair not to move for the time being, and finally spoke to Karabis: "I heard that you gave Claudi a villa in Paladin Mountain? I hope this matter has not been affected by Cicero's accusation against you. Oh, Karabis, you have to know. I have nowhere to go now. Apart from that villa, for the sake of being your mistress, wuwu." She couldn't hold on, and cried in front of Karabis, making Karabis feel so happy.

It seems that Claudi knew about the evidence to Cicerose and most of them were actively involved in this girl. Now she didn't know what she had had with my master, but she could still continue to ask me to fulfill my promise.

"Miss wife, it's not Zeng, you will always be my mistress - the villa will naturally remain unchanged, but the painters have not yet entered to draw the murals, so the accommodation environment is a bit monotonous." Karabis promised Claudiya with a heavy expression on his face.

Claudia burst into tears and wiped her sad tears. She suddenly shook her golden statue of "Oscar, the God of Drama" that Karabis gave her before, and asked: "I love and loyal Karabis the most. Can I place this small golden statue that symbolizes our strong emotions on the niche in the villa?" Karabis said, "My mistress, please give me a gift. Then Claudia cried again, sat on the sedan chair and was lifted up by the slaves, and left the streets.

"Just today, she was abandoned by her master." Kelly explained to Karabis, and then followed the sedan chair.

At the crocodile pond in the villa, Marcos was happily watching the two slaves pouring small baskets of frogs into them, feeding the two giant crocodiles. In the dome pavilion behind, Lukulas drooped the corners of his mouth, looking at his happy brother, leaning against the sidebar, without saying a word, not seeing him for several months, his wrinkles seemed to be completely white, long and messy, swaying in the breeze.

"Kelly should hire you a reliable barber and masseur, which is good for your body and memory." Karabis stood behind Lukulas, with scissors in his hand constantly opening and closing, causing the white hair that was slanted beside Pierre to fall down in strands.

"Claudia is right, sooner or later, there will be such a day." Lukulas's voice also croaked and aging, "I have no children, I am insatiable, and I am morally degenerate. Why should I keep this woman with her to ruin the lintel?" Then he thought of something and said, "By the way, Karabis, my child, I have also heard of your recent deeds. Now there is something, I have to show you."

A slave handed a letter to Karabis, opened it and looked carefully. It was a letter from Marcha, the governor of the Kingdom of Persphorus, the eldest son of Mitradati. In the letter, Marcha said that his father Mitradati was suppressed by Pompey's eight legions, and the army that the king of Bendu had pieced together was destroyed again. The land of Sinop and Bendu fell into the hands of the Romans, so Mitradati

He led the royal family members and his entourages of less than 3,000, and went north along Korkis, threatening to stay in the Kingdom of Persphorus. Marca was afraid that his territory would be annexed by his father, so he wrote a letter to Lukulas in his private name, hoping that he could mediate and let the Roman Senate send an army to accept his leadership in the name of a volunteer army and cooperate with him to maintain the territory. In exchange, he was willing to be a vassal of Rome forever, and he had no other intentions.

"What do you think about, Karabis." Lukulas's voice suddenly became clear.

"This..." Karabis' tone was a little hesitant, but when he mentioned Marca, he thought of the Amazon queen Helenputina, and Mitradati's daughter Adianna - what's wrong with her? So what's wrong with her? I couldn't help but feel all kinds of feelings in my heart.

"Do you really think that Marca is afraid of his father's pitiful force and dare not take his father in?"

"No."

"Oh, then talk about your own opinions." Lukulas was very curious. He wanted to hear Karabis' analysis of this matter.

"The person Marcha actually feared was Pompei. Pompei has now become the co-lord of the twelve kingdoms of Little Asia. All the kings are lying under his power. The Senate is already afraid of his glory and army, but he is not satisfied and wants to march towards the Red Sea, or the Sea of ​​Azov (a inland sea between Crimea and the Black Sea). Once Mitradati fled to the Kingdom of Persphorus, Macha was afraid that Pompei would use this as an excuse to conquer his territory. But he himself was unwilling to turn against his father, and this would also give Pompei an excuse to send troops, so he needed another Roman army to conquer his father, so that he could not only ensure that his old lord was unchanged, but also to resign to the city of Rome and fight against Pompei."

Lukulas smiled and expressed his full agreement with Karabis' analysis, "But I have no army on hand now."
Chapter completed!