"A pair of lowly bed bugs." Seeing Demethlius wailing and begging for mercy, Adiana looked at Stratonis, who was lying on the ground half dead, and then stood up and slapped Demethlius, who was crying. At this time, outside the thick clouds, Adiana left a narrow shadow on the ground, turned around and walked towards the small palace.

The inlaid mural in the main hall of the palace was actually a portrait of Agassis, the king of Agassi, who was killed by her. Adiana looked at the king who died with contempt. In the picture, he was majestic, riding a horse with a spear, trampling on countless enemies and hooves. "The more foolish and weak people are, the more they like to make up for it in illusory places." Several eunuchs respectfully took off her coat and shirt. Adiana walked into the inner bedroom in a loose waiting robe, sat in front of the bronze mirror, took the jewelry and crown, and evacuated the tension and fatigue of the day. She was indeed very tired, but at least she was in a great victory now. She smiled with satisfaction when facing the Jewish man Demethlius, her words were so bold that she could not believe it when she recalled.

After being unbelievable, her face turned red. She was afraid that it would be cold because the night wind was too cold, so she stood up and pulled the curtains that she sheltered from the wind. Then she stood there with her body on her back, holding the curtains with her hands on her back, feeling that the underside of the lower abdomen was extremely hot, she raised her head and bit her teeth, and her eyes became turbulent. It was obvious that her words just now had turned into delusions. She then slowly lay on the bed, lying in the fragrance of incense and flowers, and the clouds of chestnuts spread along her whole body. She had delusions: on the deck of the white sails. Her whole body was bathed in the light of stars and the reflection of the sea, and Karabis also walked up to her, and hugged her in the waist easily and arrogantly...

She suddenly thought that some legend has it that black truffles and chicken are combined with aphrodisiacs, or that she deceived herself, because this dish was made by her subconsciously asking Karabis.

In the endless delusion of beauty, Adiana turned her face and trembled all over. Her hands couldn't help but caress her lips, neck, chest and lower abdomen...

"Binary ear pot, Karabis..." The curtains were so monotonous that they swung again and again in the wind.

Karabis, the "kitchen god elf" who walked out of the palace, walked straight towards the end of the street. Several people were pulling a two-wheeled carriage and standing at the intersection, waiting for him, "Walk north, the faster the better, give me the box." One of them tied the box with ropes and the back of the car to prevent bumps, and then ran towards the extreme north of the city with a sound of horse hooves and rippling wheels.

Around the afternoon of the next day, Karabis stood in front of the real Eighth Legion camp with his box.

"Who are you?" In the head coach's tent, Terry Ali, the commander of the Eighth Legion, asked as he looked at Karabis standing in front of him.

"Dear Commander, you cannot recognize me, but I know you, on the battlefield of Rikdania, three years ago."

Triali's face immediately showed shame and anger. He was very afraid of others mentioning the war, and he was even more reluctant to be slandered by the nickname "Ricdaniakus", which led to him automatically filtering out the word "Ricdania" in his mind and vocabulary. But Karabis smiled and said, "In fact, why do you have to do this? Commander. There is a saying in my hometown that since a general is heading to the battlefield, it is as common as drinking wine mixed with water. But..."

"Who are you?" Terry Ali was out of patience and prepared to let the service assistants drive him away.

"I am the one who can restore your reputation to you, Commander. The Eighth Legion has become the most discriminated and excluded legion in the East because of the loss of the Eagle Flag. I heard that Pompei will only add the pirates who surrendered to you, but even so, I heard that you still spent hundreds of thousands of Seths to retreat to the position of Commander. But this is useless general. I heard that you climbed up step by step from the slums. Until now, you have finally obtained the title of knight and are ready to make merit in the army like Pompei. But you were defeated in the first time you commanded the troops to fight. You are such a fool!" Karabis said this, holding down Triali's table and roaring in a fury, like a veteran who came to supervise the Eighth Legion.

"You bastard!" Terry Ali's face turned blue and he was about to have an attack.

But Karabis continued to storm: "Don't escape my questioning! Think about it, a knight certification requires 300,000 to 400,000 Ses retired. You will be responsible for the position of commander of the army, and you will spend at least 500,000 yuan. After the defeat, you will spend hundreds of thousands of thousands of pleading. But your nightmare has not been completed, because the various legions in the east are about to be in Roman city, and the soldiers will be discharged from the land. But what about you, I heard that your service life is about to end. Every retired knight will lead a horse and walk past the altar of the Temple of War. The inspector sits on it, you are below, and the inspector will be in front of all the people.

, Ask you - Triali, what do you think and evaluate your own service career? - Then, your answer, yes, the Superintendent, I have no other achievements, I just threw the Eagle Banner of my army to the enemy. Then you are done, Triali, completely finished." Karabis stepped back, clapped his palms, and increased the tone of the words "That's done" in the sentence, "What else can you do in the future? What can a knight with such a serious stain in his service career do? Your political enemies are too lazy to criticize you, just mention the matter of this Eagle Banner a little."

"I can, I can, after Pompei defeated, get the eagle flag back from the people of Bendu." Terry Ali lost the idea of ​​calling for service, and his lips trembled with excitement.

Karabis narrowed his eyes and said, "Don't be stupid, my dear commander, there is no eagle flag at all in the Bendu people now, because it was seized by our 13th Legion."

"What do you say? You dare to hide the eagle flag privately, who will give you the courage." Triali tried hard to pretend to be majestic, wanting to use his title and official power to intimidate the young man and ask him to hand over the eagle flag. "What position do you have in the Thirteenth Legion? I can now ask General Petterneus to punish you severely. As long as you hand over the eagle flag, everything is still too late, and I can still consider giving you a thousand Drakmas."

Karabis smiled and pointed at Triali with his fingers and said, "I am the envoy of the Thirteenth Legion, Karabis Gorailius Marcos, your industry in Rome and Campenia, I can now ask Crassu's Knights to eliminate you with money. As long as you listen to me, everything is still too late. I can consider giving you an honorary retirement and continuing to enter the political arena."
Chapter completed!