"Yes, Libidaus, you are a very smart and cunning person, but it's too late now. By tomorrow, Caesar and Pompey will bypass the Senate again on the voting issue of the Barcelona-Barcetus Act and carry out the assassination at the Tebresians' Assembly. Then the assassination will appear on time. You can't stop it. As you expected, the assassination was strictly protected by the assassination. Is there any farce that is more ironic than this? Hahahaha." After Princia finished speaking, she ignored the socialite's demeanor and laughed loudly. "Also, don't tell Caesar, because Caesar was not the target of this assassination at all, and it's useless to inform him. The power of the entire stage script is in Pompey's hands."

At this time, she actually saw Li Bida kneeling down to her in the dust, begging her to tell herself where the civilian assassinator named Vitias was. He could not involve the brothers of the Piege and his adoptive father. "Even if Pompei had a grudge with him before, Pompeii had seized his glory and military power, and it should be offset against each other! I swear that I must protect Marcos's thoroughness. It was me who neglected him. I am not willing to bear such a crime. You can do as much money as you want!"

But Princia was unmoved at all, and she smiled and drifted away gradually, leaving only the stinky stinking of the sedan chair's feet to Li Bida, who was still kneeling. He shouted loudly, punched his fists on the soil under his knees, and then stared at the hazy outline of the Pompei Grand Theater in the wind without saying a word...

The next day, early in the morning, the people of the various Tebris in Rome crowded to the Grand Plaza again. During the year of Caesar's reign, they enjoyed the pleasure of close love with the country many times, which was so satisfying that they could die. This time they could see Caesar and Pompey joining forces again. The wonderful scene of fighting with the special fathers, and then using the tickets in their hands to decide the life and death of both sides. There is something that can bring joy to others than this, which is even more exciting than going to the Colosseum.

At this time, in Demethlius's mansion on Paladin Hill, Pompey raised his sleeves easily and took them in front of the mirror. Demethlius carefully combed his thick hair back with an ivory comb, but Pompey was middle-aged after all, and these hairs were not as beautiful as ten years ago. And with the white silk mixed in it, Pompey suddenly felt a little sad.

"This is also why I am willing to take such a bad method. Demethlius, go and tell the guy that things are done more realistically and beautifully." After Pompey carefully pinned his robe with a golden brooch, he then walked out of the door with his closest friend Gabinus, talking and laughing.

The Jewish man moved to the backyard, where the open ground was there, the voluntary "assassinator" Vitias was waving the sword in his hand nervously. Demethlius frowned and said, "I have to remind you that you don't need to worry about your swordsmanship now, but about your acting skills. You rushed to the People's Congress and immediately reported the name of the 'master' in one breath. Do you know!"

Vitius took a deep breath, jumped, and then he raised the names of Bonis, Brutu, Marcos and others. Demethlius looked around and said enough, just follow our people and just sneak in. Remember again, just do the fake play.

After Vitias left, Princia walked out in a dignified manner in the colonnade in the inner ring. Demethlius looked at her and asked in a very polite tone: "You said last night, Libida, no, that guy Karabis guessed my plan?"

"Yes." Princia said with a half-smile expression.

"I have to remind you that my former friend named Karabis is terrible..." Demethrius' expression suddenly became solemn, and he stared at his fingers with his eyes, "How did he treat you? Was he tempted, or threatened to revenge?"

"Not even, you can't guess it--he knelt in the dirty mud beside the construction site. Even if he knew your plans, he was still in a state of no way. Even if his master and adoptive father were half-demented, he could not escape this disaster. So he begged me hard and kowtowed me."

The Jewish man rushed to Princia, with an intoxicated expression, and even his chin shook violently, saying, "Please describe Karabis's behavior just now."

"I said, he kowtowed and begged me, constantly begging me." Princia strengthened her tone, but saw the Jewish Demethlius raise his head high, took a deep breath, and then said to Princia, "Dear noble lady, after the master's grand theater is completed, your show will be performed in the first show, and the whole city will be fascinated by your charm." Princia immediately smiled and half-kneeled, kissing Demethlius's neckline...

On the bull market street in the Grand Plaza, Pompey saw Caesar and his entourage coming from another street, and immediately politely avoided one side. Caesar hurriedly stepped forward, kissed and hugged him, and walked leisurely towards the Grand Plaza with his hand. The people around who witnessed this scene were intoxicated, stretched out their hands and loudly praised the greatest people of the Republic.

On the side of the arcade, Vitias, who had a sword hidden under his clothes, was covered in sweat among the crowd pushing and shoving. Several accomplices around him kept protecting him, so as not to let others get close to discover his flaws. Finally, when Caesar and Pompey smiled and walked to the fork at the intersection of the Bull Market Street and the Grand Plaza, just in the moment when everyone was fully focused on the street, the arcade and the square, accomplices slapped Vitias on the back, "You are here to serve General Pompey, don't be afraid, we will save your life! Go up, don't forget to report your name, and put the list under your clothes!" Then, several people pushed him desperately to the crowd, Vitias jumped out and howled loudly, "I'm here to kill the traitors of the Republic!"

Before the crowd could react, a child limped and took several naughty children to the square in advance, shouting to the group of people wearing Egypt's unique "Knubai" clothes, "Alexander's petition group, the consul, has arrived at the Grand Plaza, so that you can be abused by the tyrants and publicly told to the people of the whole Republic!" As a result, these people dressed in foreign countries ran to the front of Caesar and Pompey and shouted, holding various flags high. As a result, the attention of the people was soon attracted by Alexander's petition group, and they also crowded and commented there.
Chapter completed!