(Sorry, there are some things to do in the morning. I will continue to update two times today, 2pm and 8pm)

You should know what a typical Roman woman does at home all day,

When her husband ignored her in bed,

The female slave in the bedroom is about to be killed by her.

——Juvinaris's "Sarcastic Poem"

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With a long horn, Mitrada Ladder, who was full of heavy armor and military uniforms, trembled onto his divine horse. Several horse slaves were wrapping the horse's hooves with soft silk cloth, as if it would not be injured in running. Next to it was a large group of cavalry below Tucker Schiller, with spears like a forest - while watching Karabis couldn't believe how this horse ran with the weight of the King of Bendu. Adiana carried a long skirt to congratulate her father on his victory in leading the army.

"Good girl, I'm going to come on my own. What these lowly soldiers want to see most is the noble commander doing the same thing as them." Mitradati even spoke with heavy breathing.

"Please don't castrate Karabis. He is my arm, I hope he is healthy." Adiana looked up at her father and asked.

Mitradati was surprised that his daughter would talk to him about such a tiny thing, but now he was unwilling to put his mind on it. After putting on the golden helmet, he gave his daughter a kiss, and then the divine horse made a long hiss, like the surging roar of a racing engine, mixed with smoke and dust. He and the rest of the cavalry carried the king of the capital and rushed to the front line.

"My Madam Wang, I'm wondering what if I can't stand the pain during the Temoshu castration surgery?" After seeing the Bendu cavalry leaving like a cirrus, Karabis's black hair danced around, half-kneeled in front of Adiana, and asked calmly.

Adiana rubbed her hands and began to pace back and forth again. Karabis understood that this meant that she was thinking about the problem seriously, but before she paved for too long, she gave Karabis something: a gold-inlaid enamel pendant. "Wear it, Karabis."

"What is this? The reward for my castration?"

"Listen, Karabis, even if you are castrated, you have to be by my side. You will always be my slave, my team - Hebrida, you, Utarius, are all. I don't want to die miserably like my mother, without even the ability to resist. This is a special pendant, with the most toxic medicine inside. If you really can't stand the surgery, turn the small cover on it and pour this thing into your mouth to express your loyalty to me by death."

Karabis's hands trembled, holding up the small exquisite enamel pendant. Adianna glanced at him and said, "Don't worry, this medicine was made by my father himself. Mitra is the most proficient in poisons. You won't be in great pain."

"What a happy slave, your master must care about you very much." The voice was inserted and Obihus was eavesdropping on the side. The old man smiled gloomyly, "However, I discovered an insignificant problem. In the sill car over there, the female slave of the Prince of Nesa seemed to be locked. It seems that his name is Porty, right? Since Prince of Wang was dead in the chaos, why was she not dead yet, and why did she lock her up?" After saying that, the old man laughed dryly.

"Obihus, you used to be a musician in the theater, and you should know that making dissonant sounds in the set beat will ruin the entire performance." Adiana stepped forward and stared at Obihus, "Do you still expect your daughter to protect your eternal power, a lowly embryo?"

"I dare not." Obishus continued to smile dryly, lowered his voice, shrank his neck, looked extremely frightened, and his tone was still disgusting. "However, I am also a person who serves the emperor, and I only have the master in my eyes. As long as something that is not good for the master, I can't help but say a few more words. In this regard, I am the same as your little Karabis, right?"

At this time, the sound of mountains and seas falling out came from the front. Mitradati personally dismounted, led the elite troops, and with the whistling arrows behind him, approaching the outer wall of the Roman camp. "Soldiers, look at your emperor, your commander, he is now holding weapons and standing with you!" The appearance of Mitradati aroused the fanatical fighting spirit of the soldiers of Bendu. They gathered beside the emperor, raising the shield in their hands to protect the sacred him. The crowd fiercely wanted to destroy the small camp of Aspis like the rising tide.

But Mitrada's outfit was too conspicuous. He had thought about it. The gold-clad armor, scarlet cloak, the leopard-headed helmet, and the tassels on his belt all showed the heroic behavior of the coach on the front line and inspired the confidence of the soldiers climbing the city. But the subordinates could see him, and the Romans could see him, but Mitrada was surrounded by at least thirty elite guard soldiers holding copper shields, and the walls were stacked layer by layer, which was very safe.

"Eela!" Helenputina waved her hand and shouted, "Amazon's "Storm Ella" screamed strangely, throwing out the huge shot put in her hand. The shot put was like a cannonball, and rolling on the water surface made of human heads and shields, with brain and bone blood, jumped a few times, jumped dozens of meters away, and smashed the guard copper beside Mitrada ladder.

On the shield, many shields immediately collapsed like paper pieces, and one of them was cut to the forehead of Mitradala. He screamed, shaking his huge and plump body, and flashed in front of El Capa's crossbow. A slight buzzing sound, an arrow with half of the tail feathers cut off, made a steady spiral movement, and drew a long and curved arc in the air and stuck to Mitradala's eyebrows.

The body of the king of Bendu fell like a hill. The sea of ​​formations of Bendu people was stirred up. The guards raised layers of copper shields again to block the Romans from throwing stones and arrows. The twenty strong slaves below dragged their master's body out desperately. Some servants waved their swords to kill the soldiers who were running around and opened a passage for the master. The divine horse from Mitrada snorted and ran over. The four slaves dragged him out with all their might and raised him on the back of the divine horse. The black mane of the divine horse was fluttering, and then carried the master to break out of the formation of thousands of people and came straight to the camp.

"The King of Bendu was shot to death!" Roman soldiers cheered, and the two hundred-man teams on the front wall jumped down and rushed into Bendu's siege team to slash and slash. The news of the monarch's death quickly spread throughout the army like a rapid plague. The soldiers' original admiration for the heroic behavior of the king was soon replaced by the panic of losing the king. Archers, stone casters, shield players, and spearmen left their posts in batches and collapsed like a tide.

On the sand in the middle of the camp, countless servants, and Manu, surrounded the divine horses, carefully lifted the body of the King of Hondu from the horse's back with a gentle stretcher and placed it on the ground. Stratonics and Adiana both ran up crying and hugged his father's body. Blood flowed from his eyes and forehead, and his expression and appearance could not be seen clearly. Several doctors were in a hurry, while the general held the doctor's hand and shouted loudly, "Will your Majesty be saved?" The whole scene was extremely bad.
Chapter completed!