"I am willing to take out eight hundred tarants, and Crassus is willing to pay five hundred tarants and form a fleet. Caesar cannot afford to pay, but he can coordinate in the Senate and grant the new legion the right to form. This new legion takes the previous counter-rebels as the backbone and can use the eagle flag. If there is no accident, it is the thirteenth legion!" Lukulas's speech speed accelerated, "You join in and go to the Miotes Sea as my agent. Don't think you owe me favors. Karabis, I have no other wishes, I just hope to destroy Pompey's majesty before death."

As we all know, Pompei, who was proud of the Eastern Abbey, had instructed his gang members in Rome to make a big splash, saying that he had conquered Petra and captured Mitradati, and hoped that the Senate would grant him the second triumphal and grand triumphal in his life.

Lukulas and Crasus wanted to destroy Pompey's majesty and prevent him from being too proud and domineering. Now the letter from Marcha gave these two good opportunities. The agent Caesar repeatedly stated that the danger of the Roman city was close by by bribing the divination officer. He flocked the flying crows from the east, and his feathers were covered with the frost of the Thrace Mountains (I don't know how the divination officer judged it) - Caesar then explained the meaning of divination: Mitradati was not dormant, he would follow the Korkis and the Caucasus mountains to the Kingdom of Persphorus, and then go south to Thrace and Macedonia to threaten the safety of the Republic. Therefore, the Macedonian province must send a newly established legion to assist Marcha. Of course, it is best to defeat Mitradati, cut down his head, or capture him, so that Pompey's merits will be taken away.

Crasus secretly told Caesar that he would rest assured. According to information, there were only a few thousand slaves and three thousand soldiers following him. But he brought a full 6,000 Tarent's money. "This is a transaction that has no risk and is rewarding." At this point, Crasus' goldfish eyes flashed strangely, and he planned for the six thousand Tarent: first change the account books, only pay three thousand to the treasury of the Republic, two thousand to the treasury of his own, six hundred to pay Caesar's debts, and four hundred to the agent Karabis's salary.

At this time, a move by the Lord interrupted Karabis's thoughts, and the tuna took out the gold ring engraved with "Karbis Marcos", "The second time you have considered it, is here."

This time, Karabis put down his scissors, slowly took the tuna ring, put it on his ring finger, and then turned it over. Lukuras picked up the bronze mirror and looked at Karabis' finger. He smiled and said, "It suits your beautiful fingers very well, my child, you have an obligation now, please remember it at all times."

Karabis, half-kneeled, held the Lord's hand with both hands, put it in the center, placed it on his forehead, muttering to himself, "From now on, I am the eyes of you and Marcos, and sword, and shield. May any enemy not harm the adoptive father Marcos, may the brilliance of Apollo shine on the night like day, may Apollo's bow and arrow shoot through any haze, my blood, my name, is loyalty to you, Father."

"Karabis, you can tell me now-where are you coming from?"

Hearing the words of Pie, Karabis thought for a while and said, "I am a descendant of the Eastern God. My ancestors were gods in charge of war. He wore a helmet with golden wings, had a thick beard, and his nose hair surged like a snake. He held a tower with thousands of bows and arrows in his left hand, and held a trident that could pierce the sky with his right hand. His god name was Rex Rex (rex Rex, Latin 'king')."

The Lord nodded slightly, and this Oriental was roughly the descendant of Mars and Bellower on our side.

"What will you do to Claudiya and Claudi?" Lukulas slowly pulled back his hand and asked.

"If nothing unexpected happens, the Thirteenth Legion will be under the name of Neruda, the governor of Macedonia, who is about to take office. For military merit, Claudi will definitely join the Thirteenth Legion before he takes office as a civil guard, and then go to Persphorus to do a vote. Adopted father, I will not rebel against their siblings for the time being, and will also fund money to Claudiya. What she and her brother lack the most now is money."

"It's okay, do it as you wish, just always remember to sharpen your fangs and let any enemy return in vain." After Lukulas said, dusted his hair shortened, walked out of the dome pavilion, walked to Marcos, and began to ask his brother about his warmth.

Karabis, who was still kneeling on the ground, raised his fingers and raised them up. The light of the ring flashed across his face. The inscription "Karabis Gonailius Marcos f" was clearly reflected in his black eyes, and his pupils trembled slightly.

The pure iron fence was rumbling open, and more than a dozen gladiators with helmets lined up in two rows, jogging out slowly in the long dark upward corridor. At the exit of the corridor, the white light became bigger and bigger, and the shouts of the audience in his ears became clearer. Finally, all the vision of the sword slaves was shrouded in the white light, and they felt dizzy before their eyes, until the shouts of tens of thousands of spectators sitting upright around the Colosseum pulled their thoughts back to the blood-soaked sand field. The sunlight on the ceiling poured down, and there were sprinkled petals everywhere, and there were people holding their hands high, ragged and brightly dressed. Several bloody bodies of defeated soldiers on the sand field were dragged upside down by the slaves with rope hooks. The blood stains left were quickly absorbed by the continuous sand and disappeared.

"The one who appeared below was the heroic capture of the Eagle Flag of the Cimbri in the Katilin Rebellion. The combat hero, Karabis Gonailius Marcos f!" On the Colosseum, the monitor standing in the pirates that could rotate in the air, felt a little dizzy because of the distance between the feet and the sand field nearly thirty meters high, but he still shouted in love, "He and his equally brave comrades-in-arms are about to take a boat to the distant Eukxing Sea to go with the barbarians scattered in the Caucasus forest sea, and go to the barbarians scattered in the Caucasus forest sea.
Chapter completed!