"You advise me to abandon my three beloved daughters, pride, greed and indulgence, and I will marry them to the most qualified person to marry them, pride to the Templars, greed to the monks of Jiktaux, and to the high priests."——Richard, King of England, said to the priests.

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"Ah, long-lost trousers!" Li Bida, who was riding a horse out of Caesar's camp, was wearing Gaul's trousers, and suddenly felt like tears were about to fill his eyes. Behind him was Sabo Kemus, who also pretended to be a Gaul, but he was different. He was more uncomfortable wearing pants than tied with ropes. The trousers of Roman cavalry were grafted, that is, using leather trousers to connect the short skirt with cavalry boots. In general, it was not as comfortable as these trousers.

The group then walked along the safe corridor, in the grass flying in May chasing the sunshine, and headed towards the Alobrokes tribe, where Li Bida was preparing to join forces with Oplik's uncle, an old priest of the tribe, and set out on diplomatic actions.

Oplik was to some extent a "rebellious son" of this tribe. The Gauls had the habit of living sacrifices. The priests usually decided to sacrifice the days of devoting the gods by sacrifice. They used bronze stick-stick astronomical instruments called "Colicheni" to calculate. When Oplik was seventeen years old, his uncle Omene was preparing to sacrifice him gloriously to the gods who protected the tribe according to the results of the calendar and astronomies, tie him up with ropes, and then smash his head with a hammer in full view. Sometimes he would cut his throat with a sharp dagger in advance to relieve the pain. Then he threw his body into the swamp where the gods were haunted.

But Oplik, who was supposed to be glorious for being a sacrificial product, was instinctively feeling the beauty of life in May, which was as sunny as it is now. He broke free from the ropes with his great power, but his cheeks were still broken by his uncle who had already started. This is why the scars on his face were twisted. "I have never suffered any serious harm in the Colosseum of Rome. Those who can do that to me have not yet been found in the whole city!" This was Oplik's self-proclaimed words. Later, he left the tribe and went to Rome to make a living by being a gladiator until he met Li Bida.

Under the giant trees in front of the settlement road of Feilong, the "capital" of the Alobrokis, there were conical haystacks made of wooden frames everywhere in the surrounding fields, and several cows or short Celtic horses, plowing in the wheat fields. Then there were the same thatched houses in the Celtic settlements, the kind of roofs that were made of wheat straw as roofs. Omene sat under the roots of the tree, lifting his slightly cataract-carrying eyes, and still calculating the ancient calendar.

"I can be different from the Seynnis, or the Aduyi people!" Under Omene's introduction, Li Bida and others met the owner of this tribe in the hall of the chief. The so-called "king" Yadminiels said with some angrily, "You know, three years ago, I just fought a war with the Romans, but I couldn't pay off the debts because I owe a lot. The Aduyi and the Seynnis both acted as dogs for the Romans and came to bite me."

What Ademiniels said is not false, or to be precise, he was fooled by Cicero. In order to apply for debt relief, the messenger of their tribe went to Rome. However, under the control of Libida (Carabis), he was attracted by Anthony's stepfather Liantulus, and then betrayed the evidence of Katilin's "rebellion" to the consul Cicero. At that time, Cicero promised them that they could consider reducing two-thirds of the tribe's debt, but the verbal thing was always verbal. After Cicero stepped down, the Senate was about to discuss this matter, but was strongly protested by a group of creditors, most of the veterans or knights in the financial world, and finally they could only leave it alone.

In this way, the two Roman envoys came to the tribe to collect debts on time. As the king, Ademiniels said that he really had no money now, and he had some money to exchange for wine. The envoy was angry and said that you, the Gaul barbarians, had money to buy wine but had no money to pay off the debt, so they could only pay it with people. After that, they would sell several of the king's daughters as slaves to pay off the debt. But you should know that the king was extremely respected in the Gaul tribe, not because of his power (the barbarian king's power is very small), but because he is often the first warrior of the tribe.

The symbol of the glory of the tribe, and now the daughter of the first family was sold to the kiln of the Roman city to pick up the guests. The Alobrocitus people rose up and resisted. They tied one of the messengers to death on a dead tree, whipped it to death, and broke the leg of another person, and sent him back to the city of Rome with a mule cart. The angry Senate announced the beginning of the war and appointed the ** officer of that year, Benbutinas, as the general, and bloodily cleaned the tribe. In the end, the Alobrocitus still gave five thousand young men and women as slaves, and was regained the forgiveness of Rome.

Therefore, Yadminiels' anger is not without reason.

"It's just a few hundred Tarent's debts... Some Roman dog officials are indeed too much." Li Bida began to inspire, first of all, he wanted to express his position consistent with the king, "but there is no need to worry at all, because the person sent to the province of Gaul is not someone else, but Lord Julius Caesar, who is a good man who values ​​all his friends."

"I was never a friend of Rome," cried Yadminiels.

"But you can be Caesar's friend!" Li Bida stretched out his hands and said enthusiastically, "I have said a few hundred Tarent's debts. Now respected king, you just need to block the estuary of the Ara River and force the Helveti to turn to the other side of the Ara River and enter the territory of the Adoirs. Then I can quote the offer from the Governor--there are now 300,000 people of the Helveti, and in the end they will be driven back to Lake Leman, the former residence of the tribe, and by then they will only be one-third, or even less than yet."

"Where did the two-thirds go?" The king was a little confused.

"Half will die under the sword, and half will be sold as slaves." The cold words of Li Bida made Yadminiels shudder in the hot weather, but the envoy of the Legion continued to say, "That is to say, our Legion will acquire 100,000 slaves at once, and then sell all these slaves to Etruscania, Liguria, and even Sicily in the south. Each slave will be cheaper, about 300 Sess, which is only half of the market in Rome, and will inevitably be popular. Dear king, we can calculate that that would be a profit of 30 million Sess destined for the profits of 30 million Sess destined for the entirety of the business. In this way, I promise that you will have a gift of 2 million Sess destined for the soldiers."
Chapter completed!