The night before the rally, Li Bida quietly came to Banks's mansion. Banks accused him severely, as a minister, as a minister, why is he still coming as a private person now?

But Li Bida looked ashamed. He was like an old acquaintance, wandering around Banks' house and commenting: "The dining table was a bit old, and there were clay and glass, why not crystal agate? There are not many such things in Rome now. There are not many such nobles in Rome. Behind the living room, there is actually a woman's boudoir, because the yard is too empty and deserted, and the room is too narrow and dense, and it needs to be renovated. The paint on the wall is a bit too cheap, and now it is mottled. There is no essential items like fish ponds and cherry trees in the garden, and there is no fireplace." The guy kept tutting, which made Banks both angry and surprised, so he prepared to ask his servant to drive Li Bida away.

At this time, a large number of slaves transporting goods appeared at the gate. They drove mule carts and donkeys from the main entrance of Banks' house. The Peloponnese pottery urns were tied up on them. Then Li Bida walked up and took out one of them, put them at Banks' feet. The yellow and orange rays of magic suddenly filled the entire yard.

"Are you going to bribe? You have no shame, your lord." Banks said righteously, but he did not take any further action. Instead, he looked at the husbands hired by Li Bida, filling the yard with pottery jars worth a total of 1,500 tarantes. It seemed that emptyness also had the benefits of emptyness.

"His Excellency Caesar said he is sorry that some gold was taken directly from Gaul. It did not go through the stage of casting and pressing the film. Therefore, it is not artistic. However, there are a large number of Celtic gold coins mixed in it, which is quite valuable for collection because of its special shape." Li Bida quickly reported the amount of bribes Caesar, which was equivalent to the national compensation for a war, which made Banks a little dizzy.

"What is your purpose? Do you really want to start a war with the Republic?" Now, the consul Banks' tone was not as tough as before.

As a result, Li Bida suddenly half-kneeled down and pulled Banks's robe, his tone was very fast and sad, "We and His Excellency Caesar only need a chance to appeal."

“What do you need to appeal?”

"Caesar did not have any idea of ​​disobeying the Republic, and the turmoil during this period brought great trauma to everyone. Caesar called for restraint from all parties. He only hoped to achieve absent-registered candidates this year and retain three to four direct legions. I believe that under the mediation of the consul, both sides will have satisfactory answers, and the Republic can also avoid bloody internal strife. No one wants to repeat the tragedy between Marx and Sula."

Banks's words became softer, and he sighed, "The thoughts of the second-CEO Surpisius are actually the same as you and me. I also think that Katou and Pompey are a little aggressive."

"That's fine, that's fine." Li Bida raised his face and pretended to cry with joy. "At the rally, Pompei and Gatu will definitely fabricate the charges of the Governor General. At that time, I only hope that the two consuls should object, and then all parties can sit down and negotiate slowly!" After that, he kissed Banks' robe fanatically, and almost put all his hopes on each other.

Banks helped him up, invited him to enter the living room and sat down, and asked his wife and daughter to meet and greet Li Bida. Then he asked: "What should we do with your attitude to deal with the death of Claudi, because now the gang members who have left behind are obeying your orders, and I and the second-CEO have been paying attention to you for a long time."

"I have heard that Cicero is ready to defend Triali. If Triali is convicted on the surface, then this matter will be over." Li Bida moved on the seat and said quietly that even if he wanted to avenge Claudi, such a thing would not be expected to be resolved in court. It would be better to secretly make a favor.

This answer made Banks extremely satisfied, and then he said that this was the best. Triali's sentence for crimes was already finalized in advance. Cicero was just a formality: Triali and Ignagius were sentenced to exile for one to three years, in Marcelia, or Sacantan, Spain, where Pompeii's sphere of influence, and these two people would probably be able to get a comprehensive understanding. In this way, you can calm the emotions of your subordinates because of the punishment of the prisoners; as for Pompeii, you can also ease the tension with you based on this matter; Cicero could probably make a name for himself and gain a position of governor; of course, at least in the end, at least in the years when I was in power, there was no chaos in Rome, so I was satisfied.

In short, everyone is well. Political things are always traded. I will exchange for yours. Of course, money is also a lubricant. At least when Li Bida left, Banks did not ask him to take the gold away.

After saying goodbye to Banks' mansion, Li Bida bowed and stood in the dark for a while, then turned and left. He walked through the devastated ruins everywhere, and quickly planned in his mind to prepare for tomorrow's battle at the rally.

After all, bribing Banks is just a family, and there are many people who are waiting for him to send money!

Caesar was gritting his teeth and putting the most money.

The next day, on the battlefield of the War God Temple, nearly a thousand specially selected fathers, branch officials and legal officials who were under martial law gathered here to discuss the handling of the current crisis.

Sure enough, without Li Bida's expectations, Xiao Katu, who spoke first, quickly abandoned Claudi, who died suddenly. "This civil guardian died completely in the street fights of the party. The handling of the affairs was completely intricate and there was no need to convene a court. The crux of all the problems now lies in Julius Caesar in Gaul, not only was he engaged in an illegal war, but he also had ambition to subvert the republic. If his legion was not disbanded, then perhaps tomorrow, he would march into Rome with his own privately raised jackals."

At this moment, Pompei's wings, Gebinus, Marcelas, and the guardian Curio and others began to agree with this request. Pompei himself also asked to go on stage. He had just returned from recuperation from Naples and removed Claudi, and his face was full of joy. During this period, his trust in the hearts of the people and the will of God became more deeply rooted. The former made him feel more powerful during his illness, while the latter made him a little trapped in the shackles of fatalism. The priest said, "When the white robe comes, it represents the greetings of the goddess Isis." As a result, his blood-stained white robe took Julia's life, but the past was gone, and he also began to consider the re-string. This was related to politics itself and had nothing to do with true feelings. Pompei still loved Julia in his heart, but now he had to move to Caesar, because this was also a kind of fate.
Chapter completed!