"Investing is nothing more than three best ways, one is to invest in fertile farms, the other is to invest in ordinary farms, and the other is to invest in poor farms." - Lao Jiatu

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Li Bida lowered his head, holding the whip and preparing to leave, because he needed something more important to deal with it, that is, to get the account book and the seven thousand tarant as soon as possible, but at this time a tall figure flashed by him, and Anthony was a little drunk. He stumbled to the side of several carriages. Li Bida felt heartbroken at that time, and he hurriedly looked at the centurion and soldiers next to him, but these people didn't react. In an instant, Anthony held the turquoise panel on the carriage. What was this mixed ball that only knew how to drink alcohol all day long? Li Bida was about to speak out to stop it, but it was too late.

"Now, what is in front of us is the death of a king, the death of a king." Who would have thought that Anthony turned back and said such words to everyone. The commander-in-chief and the soldiers were stunned and looked at him quietly. The camp was covered with bloody sun and the increasingly wet and violent sea breeze. Li Bida's cloak was blown to the side, and the ends were constantly swelling, but Anthony had not stopped his improvisational speech, "Even as a Roman citizen, I need to give the king real respect."

After saying that, he actually knelt down and raised his wax mask very respectfully, covering Ptolemy's face, as if he was caring for the body of the most respected elder, and then tucked the cuffs of the King of Cyprus one by one, and then the bodies of his wife and children. Li Bida slowly walked to the side of the "evil plague" and observed his expression. Then he had to admit that Anthony's behavior was from the heart, and this scene definitely touched a certain fateful scene in his ethereality.

The chief eunuch was sobbing at the feet of the two of them. At this time, the white raindrops brought by the sea breeze drifted over the entire camp. After doing all this, Anthony stood up. He stared at the gorgeous shoulders that slowly slid down the rain, stepped on the mud, his wet hair stuck to his strong neck, and recited a famous tragic line in his mouth, "Before I die, others will die first."

"I envy your happiness because you don't know anything." Li Bida wanted to follow this sentence to this person, but he then looked at the scene and sighed slightly, then threw the wet mud on his feet, and walked towards the Great Temple of Love surrounded by huge yellow rocks and green lush green. At this time, Sabo, who was following him, wiped the rain on his face and stopped slowly. He pointed to the waters in the distance and suddenly said, "Damn, I seem to see the fleet of Kasio, they are docking."

"What!" Li Bida's heart suddenly sank. He continued to run and run along the natural cliff path of the Temple of Love. Then he stood at the highest cliff by the sea. Several of the plates that were bleating from the wind and rain here, and fled in all directions. The rain clouds were quickly blown away by the wind. In the rolling waves, a fleet of ships embroidered with the golden cobra logo of the Pharaoh came fishing towards the long beach under the island. Yes, now he understood why Brutu followed so slowly behind his butt? Because Brutu didn't follow him at all. He probably returned to the deck of Kasio after landing on the Thirteenth Legion, waiting to determine the location where Ptolemy's cousin was trapped, and then took a boat to chase him as fast as possible for the seven thousand Tarant.

It turns out that these aristocratic and republican slaps would also use their scheming? Maybe this was Xiao Katu's secret decision, maybe it was the plan of Kasieyo, the dog-headed military advisor, but no matter what, they did it beautifully.

Brutu, Cannedis, under the guidance of Dilimer, sat on a Greek sedan chair. Kasillo still mysteriously hid on the boat without appearing. Seeing Li Bida as if he was soaked in the fallen chicken, Brutu said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, it's raining so heavily, and I'll bother you to come to the beach to greet us in person."

"If you are here to collect the triumphal, I am very sorry. The King of Cyprus has committed suicide by taking poison. He cannot become a prisoner on the triumphal parade." Li Bida said, standing in the mud.

"Don't worry, isn't the king's suicide a good news for us? The Egyptian fleet was afraid of it. We can talk slowly with the matter of trophy distribution in a leisurely manner. I think my dear friend, can you take out a qualified account book for me?" Brutu jumped out of the sedan chair and asked politely.

"The army's account books and the provincial government's account books are two different things."

"No, no, because now this island is all within the Roman province. On behalf of my uncle, I can provide you with a garrison and charge you a small amount of rent. However, according to law, any building, any people and any wealth on this island will be controlled by the Governor's Office at this moment." Brutu smiled.

"But our 13th Legion."

"Where did the Thirteenth Legion come from? The Senate did not admit that your current position is just a mercenary of the Pharaoh, but I don't want to cause trouble, so we still do it according to the previous agreement. But..." Brutu took the Cannedis who walked out of the Temple of Arrogant Love. He held the roll of velvet paper in his hand. Brutu took it and examined it carefully. "This is a copy of the account book provided by the high priest who is also a royal family. I think the original must be in your hands. By the way, it is called the Legion account book." After saying that, Brutu stretched out his hand. Li Bida stood there for half a minute, took out the other similar one, and made the move to hand it to Brutu, but was rejected contemptuously by the other party. It seemed that the original copy was completely different from him at this time.

"Talents on both sides have made up for each. But you have apologized for the 800 you promised to distribute to the soldiers before. I'm sorry that you can't pay the bill by the Governor's Office, so now there are two ways to solve it. One is to pay the money out of your pocket like a Roman, just like holding a sword slave competition for citizens; the other is to discuss with your noble pharaoh and let him pay the money. After all, you are his dead soldier." After that, Brutu and his group said with a sarcastic smile that this wonder is indeed unique by the ocean. I think it can be used as a temporary resident and wait for my uncle to return from Byzantium.

Li Bida, who was left in the mud, exhaled with his waist and looked at the sea water coming and going in the distance, as if he was calming down, but soon raised his cane and squatted on the ground and poked. Petternius, Anthony and others beside him knew that he was angry, so they winked at each other and left.
Chapter completed!