Hearing the inexplicable heroic words of Pharaoh, Mothamenis smiled awkwardly. The eunuch from Armenia, who was born in Armenia, had much more thoughts than his master: the Roman Republic has not yet received any official who meets the same identity. Pharaoh now appears in Naples in private, not in Roman city. Even if we immediately bring a lot of money to meet Pompei, it is only a private relationship and has no name for diplomatic relations.

Just as Mothamenis was preparing to comfort Pharaoh, on the streets of the breakwater, a team of servants holding huge colorful feather fans and wearing oriental clothes appeared suddenly, playing local Italian songs and appeared in the vision of Ptolemy Twelve. Just as all the followers were talking, Pharaoh said confidently, "This must be the team that this country welcomes me."

As a result, Mothamenis, who was beside him, dared not speak out at all, because the luxury cruise ships in the bay were full of wealthy people sitting on it. How could this team not welcome one of them? So if he agreed with the Pharaoh's judgment, if he was obsessed, Pharaoh would definitely blame him, but if he expressed his opposition, he would not have good results. At this time, just keep silent and flattering.

But to the eunuch's surprise, the people behind the team raised a giant portrait, which clearly stated that welcoming Pharaoh in Greek and Egyptian cursive words, which immediately gave the pharaoh on the ship the pride of "prediction as gods" and "at home". Then many strong men stepped into the shallow water on the shore, scrambled to take the cable thrown from the Pharaoh's cruise ship, grabbed the ship, shouted a warm trumpet to pull it to the floating trestle. Then Ptolemy Twelve got off the boat and came ashore easily, raising his hand to the welcome team in the sound of music.

The leader, wearing a robe and slightly short bearded man frequently expressed in Greek, welcomed Pharaoh's visit to this country and called himself "Pharaoh's most faithful servant", which made Ptolemy Twelve feel very helpful. He liked this man even more, so he asked for his name.

"The clerk of Curia, the consular consul of the consul Caesar, Karabis Emilius Gonailius Marcos F. Lebidaus." The man replied respectfully.

Later, Li Bida introduced the Pharaoh and his party to the "Palace Villa" that he spent 200 Tarants to decorate. It was all based on the Egyptian style. The low-key and luxurious sandy yellow columns, colorful line-carved murals, and the hieroglyphs that can be seen everywhere are on it. On the flat terrace on the second floor, there are short palm pots and white sand baths. You can also see the entire beautiful Bay of Naples, with gray volcanoes in the distance.

As a result, Ptolemy Twelve was even more satisfied. He held a curved scepter and said to Li Bida with a smile, with a very blunt tone: "Who else is the one who holds power in the Republic now except the Consul. How about the great Pompey?"

"These two are now the closest allies."

"That's good, that's good - how many Tarent can handle these two at the same time, because if the country is restored, one of them must be approved." After the Pharaoh said that, he bent his knees and sat on a single chair. Mothamenis immediately knelt down with several servants, helping him pass on the fragrance gourd, sniffles and Ropas. The Pharaoh used these things and kept humming happily, and then waved to the outside of the hall. "My daughter, come in."

At this time, several strong black slaves wearing only a pair of crotch cloths carried a light sedan chair with curtains and walked to the steps of the colonnade. Then, they retreated humbly to the outer courtyard. Then two slightly larger hair-combed maids opened the curtain. A fair and small hand held the top, and then ten-year-old Cleopatra jumped down lightly. The girl of the Macedonian white race also drew a light eyeliner and put on a black hair cover. Her white arms were covered with hoops of golden beetles and golden snakes, and her traditional tyreal corrugated narrow pullover. She had a golden bell tied to her neck and ankles. She walked in a tinkling manner.

Li Bida glanced slightly. As the saying goes, seeing is better than seeing at first sight. Although Cleopatra was only ten years old at this time, her cheekbones were obviously slightly high and her lips were quite thin. Even if she had developed and gained something when she grew up, her appearance was a little worse than the beautiful Adiana and the rough and sexy Porty. However, her slightly long eyes were shining and looked quite intelligent.

When Cleopatra came over and passed by Li Bida, he glanced at him indifferently. His eyes were not like those of a ten-year-old girl. He was a little thankful and a little intrigue. In this regard, he was much better than the arrogant Adiana. However, the two maids around Cleopatra looked at the attendant with a watery look.

At this time, Ptolemy Twelve returned to the topic just now and kept asking Li Bida how much Tallent would cost to please Caesar and Pompei, two big men who could have a decisive impact on his career in restoring his country.

"Since the Lord Pharaoh asked, I will answer that with my years of experience in Rome, I need about 6,000 Tarants, 3,000 for Caesar, and 3,000 for Pompey. In addition, do you still have your own army now?" The huge number reported by Li Bida surprised Ptolemy Twelve. Even though Egypt was a wealthy country since ancient times, the total amount of the property he brought to Rome this time was only 3,000 for 3,000 Tarants. Moreover, following the words of Li Bida, it would cost money to form a restoration army.

"If I need to go back to Egypt to seize the throne with three thousand people, it is best to have experienced veterans or mercenaries. How much does a one-year term cost?" It seems that this pharaoh is not very good at marching and fighting, and is worthy of the nickname of "Pizzard". He only works with sensuality on weekdays.

"I guess this Curia Servant, I'm afraid it won't be less than five thousand, right?" Cleopatra, beside the Pharaoh, blinked and interrupted.

"Yes, if the Lord Pharaoh was merely trying to defeat your usurpation eldest daughter, five thousand Tarant is enough; but if you do not want to be thrown into prison or crocodile pond by the restoration army you hired after taking back the throne, at least eight thousand."

When Ptolemy Twelve heard this number, their face under the thick foundation also changed. According to the attendant, I had to spend 14,000 tarantes to restore my country! It did not include high interest.

"But I only have 3,500 Tarent's cash on hand now."
Chapter completed!