Defomokis is a well-maintained man in his forties. Although he was a little decorated with Egyptian style, he still looked like a white-skinned ghost from top to bottom. His face was very rosy. At first glance, he was nourished by the local wine in Cyprus. The interior decoration of this Temple of Love is also luxurious enough. It is obvious that Defomokis had heard that the war began in advance and found many craftsmen. He applied mud on the gold and gem wall decorations to cover up his eyes. But Li Bida was not a fool. He stood on the gorgeous porphyry floor of pure Egypt and saluted the high priest politely, claiming that this time he sent troops to your country was really in accordance with the order of the Republic, and he hoped to be forgiven by God's agent if he had to do so.

"Personally, I don't want to fight with the friendly and simple side at all, nor do I intend to destroy this world-renowned and beautiful wonder. I hope you can understand this." Li Bida lowered his hands, his Greek tone was so polite that he was not like any arrogant and rude Roman general, which made Defomokis feel a little relieved.

But then his heart rose again, because the general looked up at the giant statue of the goddess who was smeared with mud, and seemed to have swallowed her mouth, and then pointed at her with an innocent expression, and asked, "I heard that the jewelry on this statue of Love is worth 600 to 800 Tarant, right?"

The high priest said silly that it was probably the case, and then Li Bida's next words made him angry again. The naturalized general sighed quietly and said, "It's not easy to fight. Now there are eight thousand people eating in front of me. I am in trouble, so I hope to find a solution to the problem by offering sacrifices to the God of Love." Then the entire temple was completely quiet. I could only hear the chatter of the soldiers outside and the hustle and bustle of the wind.

After a long time, Defomokis begged, "I know your difficulties, General, but please don't do this."

Li Bida touched the marble base of the statue in embarrassment and whispered, "Actually, I wanted to explain to you yesterday that the two stone bullets were not shot by mistake, but some subordinates were intentional. I heard that a considerable number of centurions and soldiers in the army had no desire to worship the gods. They were all thinking about looting this sacred place all day long." Then he sat quietly in front of the high priest and continued with a smile, "It's very difficult to deal with. I took those people, saying that it's enough to make people ashamed. They are all pirates, horse bandits, sailors, and soldiers. It's a miracle that I can bring them to the island. If they don't fulfill their wishes, even I will be in danger of life. I wonder if I say that?"

"I am willing to take out a thousand real money and silver from Tarent, but the buildings and plants of the holy land do not want to be destroyed." Defomokis offered the conditions.

"One thousand. One thousand Tarant!" Li Bida first shouted out in a daze, and then seemed to realize that he had lost his composure just now. So he said to Defomokis, "But can we really take so much money here?" Before the other party could answer, Li Bida made another sudden enlightenment expression and shouted as if it was supposed to be - because I was the officer who surrendered, of course, was also your brother's former subordinate. He said that the entire treasury of 7,000 Tarant was hidden in this holy place by your brother, and he was willing to sacrifice and went to New Paphos City to attract our attention.

How boring are you brothers? Li Bida approached Defomokis again, gently, but obviously threatening tone, "So I would rather get the remaining six thousand Tarants, and this is not your property, I want to return the property to the original owner."

"Don't think about it. One thousand is the limit price. Don't think that you can be lawless if you come with a sword. If you dare to invade this holy land, the whole world will not let you go, even the Roman Republic."

"So what? Is the status and honor here comparable to Athens where Sula soldiers were at the city? I am only responsible for my soldiers, not the Republic. Besides, even if I am punished, I will be confiscated and exiled. Confiscated property? That's a joke. I will give 6,800 Tarserts to the flute player, and then bring 200 Tarserts back to Rome and let them confiscate them at will, just play a small trick. And you will be ruthlessly killed here, your brother

Even if you grow up, your royal family will all--" Speaking of this, Li Bida made a neck-sweeping action, "I reiterate that we are not regular soldiers, we are just helping bandit mercenaries who are profit-oriented and kill without blinking. Their external name is the "Cyprus Disguised Party". No king's law can control us! Perhaps in this way, a fire bomb that made a mistake in the siege fell into the Temple of Great Love, causing the entire holy land to be burned. This seems to be a very normal and sensible reason."

Defomokis was a little trembling, and then he slowly walked around, picked up a glass of wine and drank a few sips, calming down, "Tell me about your conditions."

"It's very simple. Hand over all seven thousand Tarants, one of them, don't keep a copy of the books, don't use tricks, and let me take all my subordinates to publicly sacrifice to the Temple of Great Love, because this is the birthplace of my superior Julius Caesar." Li Bida held the pillar and said clearly, "I will pray for him and the family of Julius here. This temple will nominally belong to the Republic, and I will be given the title of "Friend of God". In return, I will never infringe on the Holy Land every brick and tiles, and I will do my best to protect your high priest's position, but I have no choice but to help your brother in the New City."

"This condition is too harsh, too harsh." Defomokis tried hard to calm his miserable mood and kept begging.

"Okay, you know that the flute player wants you and your brothers to finish it. The conditions are very generous and there is not much time to think about it. I am here to wait for your reply." After saying that, Li Bida saluted again to the high priest, and then wandered around the hall. The sound of footsteps slowly tested the high priest like a clock that never stopped. Finally, he put his waist on his waist and held it on the side with one hand, waved to Li Bida, expressing his approval of the Roman general's opinion.

The next day, except for a brigade of infantry guarding the besieged camp, the rest of the eight thousand soldiers held the flags and flags of each team, standing in front of the Temple of Great Love in an orderly manner. They all condensed their breathing and quietly waited for their commander-in-chief to walk out of the inner hall. About half a day later, the commander-in-chief of the Restoration Army, Li Bida, dressed in the family robe that Yulia had given him before, and showed up with great demeanor.
Chapter completed!