"War is the king of all things and the father of all things." - Heraclitus, a philosopher in ancient Greece

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Fifty percent interest, the Governor was taking the lead in violating the restrictions on usury by Roman law, but he was the party who paid the interest. But the civil guard and the centurion hesitated for a little while, and still put their own rings on the loan contract one by one. Nothing else, in these short months of fighting, Caesar easily won their favor and trust, because the bald Governor was not just a slutty boy like he was outside. Perhaps this was his image at the Roman dinner. On the battlefield, Caesar led the way, sympathized with the lower class, and would make the most vulgar jokes that soldiers would understand, and would also give the most exciting speech before the war. Of course, they knew that Caesar had been in debt in Rome before, but this only added to the legendary color of this man - Eight hundred Tarsent's debt did not knock this guy down. What else could in the world make things difficult for him?

In this way, Caesar borrowed 150 Tarents in a short period of time with high interest, all of which were two legions, including the first brigade of the Libida Thyme Auxiliary Army, and the property of the middle and senior officers. They all spent all their money and handed over the money to Caesar.

"I will not take this money to Rome, and I will distribute it to all soldiers tomorrow, and give another copy to the dead or injured guys. In addition, the camp will open for three days and call all the vendors, prostitutes, dancers, and cooks in the surrounding Vesua for three days. Let the soldiers be happy. But remember not to find diviners. Before the war, soldiers are most afraid of contacting these people, which will hurt morale." In the camp late at night, Caesar took off his military uniform and looked at the mirror.

Son, he told Li Bida and Papingna who were standing beside him, his friends Ebro and Barthus at the entrance of the tent were waiting for the governor to tuck the Toga robe as soon as possible. This was a very time-consuming thing, but Caesar never appeared in any occasion casually and simply - after a long time, he rode on his horse in his robe, and the bonfire beside the tent was still burning, and the commands of night patrol soldiers were heard around him from time to time, and the endless wilderness of Mo Ye was still drooping.

Libida, Papingna and the legion general Zo stepped forward one by one, kissed his ring, and wished him a triumphant victory in the election of the consuls in the city of Rome as in the battlefield of Lusitania.

"Everyone, in three months, I will become the master of Mount Paladin and the Temple of Concord." Caesar raised his hand to pay farewell to everyone. When Li Bida stepped forward, he took the hand of the interim finance officer and asked, "Before, in Iduka City, I and you have walked to the end of the wilderness and saw the vast and cold Atlas Sea (i.e., the Atlantic Ocean). I wonder if you feel its power?"

"Yes, you will receive guidance from the sea god Nipton and the love god Venus to reproduce the great cause of Alexander the Great. Even if Pompey envies this emperor the most, the only one who can finally reach the imperial deeds is You."

"I am forty years old. Maybe I can be content with being a second-rate figure in the city of Rome, studying food and philosophy, and then walking to the cemetery after 80. However, I have not bought a cemetery until now, nor have I made a will. This is incredible for a 40-year-old Roman man, but I am like this. Since chasing Alexander the Great before the age of forty, I made a great wish in front of the statue of Venus to realize it in the second half of my life, even at the cost of losing half of my life, what I fear most is to lie on the bed and in front of the candle before my death, and let aging and death slowly bite my heart like a bed bug until I swallow my last breath. So, Lusitania's affairs will be delivered to you, and then Rome will witness our success!"

After saying that, Caesar turned his head and walked out slowly with his entourage and guards, the side door of the self-owned area, and with torches. In the distant fields, the ruins of the villages and towns were still flashing with flames. The next morning, Li Bida followed Caesar's instructions and sent all the money raised yesterday to the soldiers of the army. Everyone's shouts were deafening and determined to fight to the death for the Governor General.

Looking at Caesar's departure, Li Bida really admired him. He borrowed the money from the civil servants and the centurion, but in fact he used debts to form a "firm contract" with these people. To be honest, the world is afraid that the world will not surpass the creditors and those who bear debts. If Caesar does not die for a day, these people will follow him wholeheartedly, fearing that he will die on the battlefield, and protect him with all his might. Then, Caesar rewarded all of the money to the soldiers, driving and motivating them to work hard on the battlefield and earning greater honors and gains for themselves. Anyway, the governor did not have to touch a son, and the upper, lower, left and right were under his control.

After sharing the money, according to Caesar's instructions, the Legion Camp opened the gate of the wooden briquette, and the vendors selling all kinds of goods, the secretary in charge of writing letters, and men and women who were doing flesh and blood business from all directions, but the guards also set up access controls and were not open to the diviners.

"Don't do this. I can write the spells of Phoenician, Roman, Greece, and Celtic gods, and communicate with various gods to pray and remove blessings. Do you not pray before the war? I can make the internal organs of pigs automatically become rosy, make the intestines of cows bend in a smooth direction, and make the divination chickens that do not eat eat eat happily. Don't believe the divination officers of your army, they will only mess up things..." Outside the gate of the camp, a charlatan wearing a Celtic hat was arguing with the access control.

Just at this moment, Li Bida walked out of the side door with a smile. The two of them have been quite close these days. Sometimes Papina also inquired about the relationship between the other party and Caesar - this is Li Bida's eternal "pain". The rumors about his ambiguous relationship with Caesar have been successfully spread from the Caesar's boudoir banquet of the Claudi family to the alleys of Rome. Now they are infected with the military camp. Some generals who are jealous of his military achievements will make a big fuss about this matter. His direct subordinates all know that this topic is the "minefield" of the financial officer. Whoever talks randomly will definitely arouse a wave of rage than the fire god Nipton.

But it seemed that Papingna was an exception. Facing his problem, Li Bida shyly suggested that the friendship between him and Caesar was extremely strong, and this kind of strength was beyond ordinary friends or superiors and subordinates. At least Li Bida thought so.
Chapter completed!