"Thanks to these two smart slaves." Adiana smiled and held the wine glass, glanced at Karabis and Demitrius, and expressed her minimal approval. Then she spoke like a lotus and talked endlessly, making up the story of a slave loyally protecting his master's identity and treasure goods. In some plots, her imaginative imagination that even Karabis wanted to laugh below.

But what Adianna said was all Greek, which means that Lukulas could understand, Karabis could understand, Demitrius could understand, Claudi could understand, and Terranian could understand, but Hebrida, who was standing on her butt, couldn't understand, so anxious that he grabbed the "wild" on his shoulders and the "wild" under his crotch.

When Adianna finished speaking, Lukulas showed a look of surprise and touching at the right time, gently hit the palm twice, and immediately said: "This is a touching story. It really brings some warmth to my iron-blooded life - by the way, in the previous war, the legion also captured some noble ladies from your country, and are now placed in Sinop. Can you delegate some to come here to accompany the Queen and the Queen?"

Adiana gently dipped the bloody wine in the cup with her pink lips and responded with a smile to Lukulas: "What else is easier to use than a slave who knows Greek? As for those ladies, I think it's better to be with my aunt, so Captain Claudi will be happy, right?" Lukulas laughed and expressed his approval of Adiana's handling. Then Adiana waved to Karabis and Demethlius, and asked them to come and stay by her side.

After the two walked to Adianna, she said to Karabis proudly, "I'm right, a bi-eared pottery jar. It's not you who can change your destiny, but me." After that, she showed off her unique smile again, and raised her glass to toast to Nasa who was glaring at her. At this time, Karabis saw Porti who was serving Nesa. The two looked at each other and smiled with understanding and relief.

Unexpectedly, Adianna noticed this little move, and her temper suddenly started to get angry. The wine poured on Karabis all over her body, and said with teeth: "Do you have no eyes? Are the pots without eyes?" Karabis was splashed without heads and brains, and suddenly became angry in her heart, and replied: "If someone who is not a splashing person has no eyes, can he still be splashed without eyes!"

"Get back to your barracks and go with those dirty soldiers for the rest of my life. My door is closed!" Adiana's tone was as if he was sentenced to death. Carabis also got up with a stubborn temper. Without saying a word, he walked back to Hebrida and continued to stand, without saying a word. Adiana was so angry that she threw the cups heavily onto the dining table.

"I wish my niece good health and a happy mood forever." This time, it was Nesa's turn to raise her glass with gloating.

"Highbreda!" Lukulas stood up, dragged the horn of Toga's robe with one hand, and slowly walked to the other party. Poor Hebred still couldn't figure out what Adianna said just now.

"Yes, Your Excellency!" Hebrida could only straighten her body and accept the upcoming sentence.

Lukulas looked at him, and after a while, he spit out the following sentence, "Go and take a shower, my shield-holding slave Kelly will help you."

Kelly, a slightly bald, capable freeman came up and led the confused Highbreda down. Then Lukuras looked at Karabis who was still standing and asked, "Do you know? You are a little special. This kind of rebelliousness should not appear on the slaves. But I really lack a slave who does a choreography. It is a job that does not require much temper and wisdom. It is to help me carry sacrifices, clean niches, etc. Maybe there is a window now, and it continues to open to you."

After looking at the Roman commander of the Viagra, Carabis swallowed and quickly made up his mind, "Yes, I do, but I can speak Greek too. I hope you remember it, my master."

"Very good." Lukuras looked at Karabis and shouted, "Now everyone should be happy tonight. Let's continue our grand banquet." With Karabis's follower, she sat back on her seat. In order to ease the atmosphere, Telangen, who was accompanying guests, began to smell some of the geography of Asia, and laughter filled the banquet again.

A moment later, Highbreda came up again with Kelly's company, washed away the dirt, and put on her breastplate, the centurion's helmet, and the ochre-red cloak. Karabis saw the silver ring shining brightly on his fingers.

This means that Lukulas has resumed the position of this troubled centurion. "Since the princess of Bendu has explained the crown clearly, I believe you are unaware of this matter. Then your merits in capturing the camp of Tegranis will be offset against your sins of violating the Murila military order." Lukulas finished speaking, raised his wine glass and continued in an imperative tone at Hebrida, "I have said before that the basis of the relationship between you and me is trust. Then, what did you see today, the low-level centurion Hebrida?"

"Master, I saw the 11th Legion, led by their chief centurion, going to attack the city of Tegraceta." Hebrida returned loudly.

This sentence came into Adianna's ears, as if Lukulas was deliberately saying it to her.

"Do you think the war should end?"

"I think the war should end when Rome thinks it should end!" Hebrida's answer was very smooth.

"Okay, Highbrida, go back to your Centenarians and continue fighting. Finally, I will take you, including the Queen, and you, in the Sea of ​​Hycania (i.e. the Caspian Sea) at the end of the world, to wash away the dust we have fought for so many years. I wish God bless Rome." Lukulas cheerfully announced his ideal and raised his glass and said loudly. Everyone had to raise their glasses and respond, "God bless Rome."

Adianna did not raise her glass.

That night, Karabis stayed in Lukulas's coach's tent. When he saw Adiana leave, he glanced at himself fiercely, meaning "a silly ears of a tiny pot."

When Hebrida left, she had a meaningful look at herself, meaning "Boy, let's take a look."

When Demethlius left, he looked at himself with joy, meaning "Look, we both have done it."

When Porty left, he was full of affection for himself, which meant "our days are still long."

In the camp tent, the bonfire was burning, and the main color was luxurious purple-red curtains. Compared with the layout of the Armenian King's tent, Karabis remembered that Lukulas was the richest man in Rome. His couch was made of gold, and his armor and shields were the best of tens of thousands of Seths. Statues and antiques placed randomly on the table were all priceless treasures. Just when Karabis was amazed, Kelly threw a thin silk rag, and Karabis said thank you, and subconsciously prepared to wipe it on his face.
Chapter completed!