"Don't underestimate Mitradati. Ubert! Although he is old, disabled, and has a little soft ear, he is a king who grew up from the wilderness and the death fight. You and Philip grew up when my sister was favored. Don't take why everything is in your control. We are planning a mutiny, a conspiracy. It's not that you brothers wear cloaks and helmets, walking on the streets of the Sinop and the noble lady*****,**! That's right, it must be Adianna's little wild cat, she tempted Philip to kill Marca. How stupid, how many of your brothers are your brothers.

How stupid!" Stratonics, who was a little nervous, grabbed Pascius' collar and shouted, "If my father dies, he will die. I don't want your brothers to die because of stupidity. The reason why I dare to plot against Ubert is that Pompey promised that after the empire would be destroyed, he would give Sinop to you, and Cappadocia to Philip. He could have used the pardon of Marca to paralyze Ubert, but now - my god, what am I doing!" Stratonics had no former elegance, grabbed his hair with his hands, stared at his eyes in horror, lowered his head, and shouted.

At this time, Minander pondered for a while, then drew his sword and said, "I think now that some people in Rome are using Marca and the Thirteenth Legion to deal with us, and Pompey is also using us to deal with the Thirteenth Legion after the winter camp ends. In the current situation, I don't believe that the Bendu Empire can still be resurrected, so it is urgent to win Pompey's favor. Your respected concubine, your brother is right. If you want to do something, you can only take advantage of the present. Don't hesitate. Pick up the sword and control your own destiny!"

Stratonice, gasping for breath, looked at Minander's blade. Then he bravely stepped forward, cut his fingers with it, and applied blood to Minander's cheek, "We swear to Zeus and Mitra, if you assist in the success of the mutiny, I will be your wife."

Three days later, the body of Marca on the mule cart appeared in the small fountain square of his palace. Then it was lifted up by several warriors and threw it in front of the throne of Mitrada. A group of tax collectors next to the emperor of Bendu were accounting for the property of the city. When they saw this terrifying corpse, they were stunned. They held parchment paper and charcoal ink pens, and didn't know where to go.

Accompanied by his daughter Adianna and Gatala warrior Biduita, the emperor of Bendu walked through the marble foyer, walked to the hall of four rows of female pillars, and sat on the throne. Looking at the miserable corpse of his son, Mitradati curled his lips. "This child even looks so stupid and ugly. How did he die?"

"Your Majesty, our cavalry is in a village and chased the Governor. His entourage was already fleeing at that time. We will pass on the magnanimity of His Majesty and the Princess to the Governor. He is ready to accept your forgiveness, but the deputy general of the Roman legion who was walking with him refused to surrender and killed the Governor." Philip said with a sad and angry look on his face and fluently explained the cause of Marcha's death.

"Where is that guy named Claudi?"

The young officer of the Copper Shield Army's face turned a little red. He said in a guilty tone: "Your Majesty, although we try our best, we still let him snatch the horse and escape."

Mitradati lowered his huge, gray-bearded head, held his forehead with his hands, shook his head, and said, "Although Marca has betrayed me twice, I will still bury him as a royal member - good girl, are you willing to mourn your brother, after all, you almost became his wife."

"I will mourn him and wear mourning clothes, but I never thought of becoming his wife." Adianna's tone was very weak, and then she glanced at Philip, with a little praise, which made the other party feel excited.

"Okay... I should have gotten used to this kind of thing. Tomorrow will come after all, let you continue to face it in pain. Philip, my child, although Marca is dead, I can't blame you much. You can retreat. Your sister will come to this lifeless palace in a few days, and then my life will add a lot of color." Mitradati. Ubert opened his somewhat loose eyelids and stretched out his index finger slightly. Philip approached the throne with a modest and flattering smile and kissed Mitradati's fingertips.

Then a red light, Philip's head rolled to the feet of the tax collectors with the last moment of laughter, and soon screams rang out, and people were running around in panic. Adianna's fair face was also stained with spots of blood. Her pupils stared at her chest, her drooping hands were stretched straight, her eyes were looking at her toes, but she did not dare to make any extra moves, because her father turned his head and stared at herself with a raging look, just for a moment.

Adiana was breathing in a mess and at a loss. Philip's body was kneeling in the same place, and his cavity was still squirting blood. Biduita silently wiped the sword body of "Abona". The king of Bendu stood up on the throne, slowly turned around, and walked to Marcha's body, and dipped the blood of Philip on the index finger slightly on the lips of the concubine's son:

"Marcha, little man, you should envy your mother. She can see her own garden, fruit forest and sheep, and then die peacefully. She will never entangle her with poison or tricks in her life. Even if you have resentment towards me, it is nothing. But you little man, you are a fool, a fool, and you always have to do something beyond your ability. Now look at you, a slutty boy with a low bloodline, actually took your life and took my son. The son of Mitradati. But don't be afraid now. The dirty and low blood of the murderer has been paid to you by his father's hand, and blood is returned to you, right?" Then Mitradati patted his son's face and said in a very relaxed manner, "Reunite with your mother in the underworld and grazed your own sheep, son."

Then Mitrada let out a long sigh, turned around, and walked towards Adiana step by step.

"Father, Father, I was wrong. I shouldn't deceive you." Adiana's brain was in chaos, and she could only slowly retreat, holding the girl's pillar and rubbing against her body, stuttering.

"What are you hiding from me, good girl?" Mitradati approached his daughter and asked.
Chapter completed!