"May there is only one master and one king in the world." - "Iriat"

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But he thought again, maybe Yulia did not do a big mistake. In this situation, Caesar could not help him at all. Now he was short of money for hiring volunteer soldiers, and Crassus was also hesitating, saying that his money was also preparing for the expedition to Parthia, and the implication was that I was not able to share money.

Now these bastards are standing by and watching, as long as I give.

So the whole situation is now a gamble, and I will lose everything for this. As long as I can invest in the Ptolemy's 12 restoration and occupy the wealthy Egyptian market, I don't have to admire these two people in the future.

Li Bida could only bear the pain and nodded and said to Yulia, "Okay, betrayed well..."

"Actually you feel sorry for it, right? You should ask me how many Tarent I sold, a total of five hundred."

I immediately understood that Libida's Ostia River Harbor, plus the Etruscan farms and other things seemed to have disappeared, and it was so sad.

Seeing Li Bida's expression, Yulia actually smiled with a naughty expression, "You must think I have sold all your property, but in fact I still keep the river port and the farm. Half of these five hundred Tarants were asked by me from the Pharaoh."

According to Yulia's explanation, you voted for the 2,000 Tarants of the Pigeon Ptolemy. Every month, you use the gifts of that guy's banquet, concert, rewards of slaves and sword-fighting slaves, and the repairs of the luxury palace in Naples, all of which must be eight to ten Tarants. The flute blower neither recruited soldiers nor operated in politics, and was completely passive and indifferent, and was a worthless glutton. So she tried her best to steal 250 Tarants from the "tiger's mouth" through the Pharaoh's daughter, and then collected her husband's villas, land deeds, and idle investments in various places, and collected enough 50 Tarants, "it was probably enough for three thousand people a year of military capital."

After saying that, Yulia breathed a sigh of relief and took off the cloak that was covered with her body. She continued, "I grew up in the Estate of Opherun, and knew that the fields and docks should not be discarded easily, so she just sold all the villas under your name, and those things were optional."

By the small lake next to the village of Russels, Libida bought ten small farms, big as Yogles, for the price of 50,000 Sesie de Ses to provide for Yulia, Porti and the children to live, "Are you still used to it here?" When the servants carried the bronze stove, couch and sculptures inside, Libida, who was standing at the door, asked his wife and daughters.

"It's great. Anyway, I'm not used to the lifestyle in Roman city. There's a chemist shop in the ladies' makeup jar there." Yulia didn't react much, so she asked the servant to transport her very neat leather box (just two) into it, and then walked to the stove. Looking at the clay pot, checking whether there were enough vegetables and meat, Porty hurriedly looked at the man next to her. Li Bida winked at her, and Porty stepped forward and begged Yulia to leave because it was her job.

Yulia didn't say much, so she walked into the garden and played with Leo and Corinna. It seemed that Li Bida's children had a good impression of Yulia. She was sitting in the small chair, but she had no sense of life.

At this time, Caesar's nephew Pediz hurriedly found him. He leaned against the doorpost and waved to Libida, and then said that the two had to discuss in private. So he walked to the corner of the wall of the courtyard. Peidiz first stuffed the font board to Libida. Then he said mysteriously: "Caisar asked you to stop going to Egypt and recruit the 13th Legion with assets first, because Rabinus got reliable news from Besanson that the Belgians on the northeastern border of Gaul formed a tribal alliance with 100,000 soldiers. He was preparing to go south to invade when Xue Rong. So..."

Perhaps, even in modern society, Li Bidajun, who entered the job after graduating from college, would encounter such a situation. When you are full of confidence and ready to run the project you think is most favored, your boss is extremely cold to push down your dream like a sand castle, and then tells you not to pile up beautiful sand castles, but to dig an ugly ditch.

Tempting the mindless barbarians to start a war, using the new tactics of legions and crossbows to defeat them, racially exterminate everyone, and then accumulating a lot of money from slave trade and plunder to bribe the entire city of Rome. Libidaus was slowly tired of this process. He now began to hope that outside Rome, the rough and beautiful Ubertnia of Little Asia, or the fertile and prosperous delta of Egypt, even on the ruins of Carthage in Afiriga, to create his own world, which is probably the ultimate dream of men in all eras.

Before, he followed Caesar and Crasso to pursue more opportunities and power, but now he feels that it is time to build his own independent country. I am not a person of this era. The days when I used to force me to be a slave to survive under the sword are gone forever. Since I have already had the strength, I have to change the world.

So he stood in front of Peidis, his attitude and expression changed.

Peidis also understood his difficulties, so he cleared his throat and said, "Look at the word board in his hand."

Li Bida took it and saw that the dense documents engraved on it contained content about the guardian. Then he saw a ring seal in the lower left corner, which was "Turi of Vilitre, Gaius Octavia". It seemed that the style was a knight's ring.

A feeling of familiarity echoed violently in Li Bida's heart, Gaius Octavian, Knight, Guardian?

"Well, this is my uncle's instructor. This glorious knight named Gaius Octavian is actually the husband of my sister Atiya. He once suppressed the Kathirin Party in the Macedonian province. You probably served in the same army before. He just passed away last year. He was going to return to the city to serve as a judge and have a great future." Peidis said in a confusion, "He also has a posthumous son named Turinus (Octavian later said he was born in Turi, and his Turius name was from his hometown) is only over four years old this year. My sister Atiya wrote a letter to beg his uncle to be Turius and seek a reliable guardian. Do you understand what I mean, Libidaus."

Turinus... That's right, if Li Bida's guess is not wrong, this little boy named Turinus will be... the sacred Augustus, the great "comrade of August".
Chapter completed!