"There is no distinct gap between the cities and villages of Rome. When I was a child, I would often take off my robe and run to the fields of suburban manors to cultivate. My hands and feet were covered with sweat and sludge, and I took off my clothes and went to the rivers, the Tiber River and the Rubicon River to bathe. So we Romans are rich in good soldiers, because we all have played the role of farmers. Do you know that farmers can produce the best soldiers."

"Instead of watching dramas, for me, I prefer to be in the Colosseum, holding swords and hunting forks, and fighting with all kinds of beasts. This is the favorite thing for young Roman nobles to do. Before I was twenty years old, I fought with wolves and leopards, and then I felt that my mind was mature and I began to read Greek philosophy and debate books."

"The Romans and you Greeks still have a similar hobby, that is, to go to the racing stadium and watch the golden eggs (Greece uses golden dolphins) fall continuously, which can make our blood boil. For me and all the citizens who participated in noble politics in Rome, the road of political career is like a racing car. You must let your opponent's car be destroyed and people die, so that you can continue to enter a more inner circle, one by one, and finally win the supreme crown."

Lukulas talked endlessly, while Telangen nodded thoughtfully, and the scholar seemed to be writing about the characteristics of the two nations recently.

"Why did the masked person jump around? This is much ugly than the comics in our hometown of the Goddess of the World. These masked persons should hold swords and spears and fight here, which is beautiful!" The Secrets behind him shouted.

At this time, the two legion's token officers rode to the exit of the theater on horseback, then dismounted and ran all the way. After finding Lukulas, they handed him a wooden board with confidential words inscribed. Lukulas glanced a few times, stood up with joy and said a few quick words to the generals behind them. The generals stood up as if they were relieved. Lukulas then wrapped his robe tightly and waved politely to the rest of the audience to apologize, saying that he still had important things to deal with. You can stay here and continue to enjoy this beautiful drama.

"Your Excellency Launaisa and Adianna will also go back to the camp with our coach." A token officer found the queen and sister of Bendu, and saluted and asked.

Lukulas is in the tent of the coach on the outskirts of the city, and there are three people of different heights. The middle-sized figure seems to be the leader. The two behind are one small and the other tall, but the three of them are covered with brown cloaks, with no hands and feet, wearing fish scale armor, a pointed Persian helmet, and a face armor covering their faces. Only a pair of eye sockets are exposed, and the light of steel is reflected coldly.

When he saw Lukulas coming, the leader respectfully possessed himself and saluted, and then handed a scroll of files and a box to Kelly, who then transferred it to Lukulas' table.

"This is your brother, the messenger of Marca, the governor of Bosphorus." Lukuras, who was sitting in a chair reading the file, directly indicated the identities of the three people to Adiana.

"It turned out to be the concubine son born to my brother and the daughter of the lowly herdsman when he was young. Marcha!" Neza pretended to be surprised and showed the nobleness of his bloodline. It turned out that when Mitradati was pursued by his mother, he had a good time with the daughter of a nomadic chief. This woman gave birth to a son for him, but his status could never be overcome. This son named Marcha had always been a concubine. Even if the rest of Mitradati's sons were poisoned by him, Marcha still did not inherit the power of the Bendu Kingdom. However, in the previous war between Rome and Bendu, he was entrusted by his father to cross the Black Sea to Bosphorus, became the local governor, and took all the barbarians for Bendu use. Now he has become a powerful prince.

This Bosphorus country is not the Bosphorus Strait we are familiar with now. It is actually located on the northern shore of the Black Sea, near the current Crem Peninsula. It is a place where barbaric grassland horse riding ethnic groups live.

Adianna was more meticulous and asked: "What did my brother write in diplomatic letters?"

"He seemed to know that you were all alive, so he was willing to join Rome and me, accept my command, and provide me with servants and cavalry." Lukulas put down the file and replied.

"The condition is that my aunt and I will go to Bosphorus, right?" Adiana said this, and her voice trembled a little.

"That's right." Lukulas replied briefly, "These three are the messengers to welcome you and your aunt." Then he opened the small box, which was a magnificent statue of Apollo, a gift of peace given to him by Marca. "My Madam, what do you think?"

Adiana calmed down, sneered twice, and said, "I am grateful that you can consult me ​​for your advice out of etiquette, but I believe that under such a situation, I have no choice."

"What, these three people? Marca is simply insulting the identity of Bendu's royal family." Naisa, who was on the side, shouted at the three messengers angrily.

After hearing Adianna's words, Lukulas was also a little uneasy. Just as he was pondering, the officer in charge of military supplies came up and told the commander that the food and supplies were all right and whether he could issue an order to advance into the mountains of Armenia.

Speaking of this, the generals in the entire camp showed complex expressions. People like Murila were all experienced soldiers. They were familiar with the psychology and needs of soldiers, so they all persuaded Lukulas to give up the idea of ​​continuing to send troops in this winter. "Lukulas, you have already obtained the peak honor in your life before. You occupied the entire capital kingdom, defeated the king of kings, and obtained the richest cities such as Amisus, Sinop, and Tgrasetta. In this robbery of Tgrasetta, each soldier had at least eight hundred drakma's property. The more they were divided, the less willing they would throw away money in vain and continue the hard battle. They needed to squander in the winter camp and have fun, so that in the next spring, they would once again willingly become the mules of the legion."

"The legion is likely to change!" This is Murila's last and most serious warning.

"Military..." It seems that Adianna also mentioned that Lukulas has always been very kind to his subordinates, but this kindness is a high-ranking attitude. He seems to have little concern for the soldiers' inner thoughts, "But you, you can't give up. When we recover next spring, the enemy will be restored, and the war will become more difficult and lasting."

At this moment, all the military guards and civilian officials, including Apis, Utaris, slowly walked into the tent and looked at Lukulas who was talking generously.

"Sir, you all gather together, there must be something important." In the end, Lukulas couldn't help but ask first.
Chapter completed!