"Then, if that's the case, I should say goodbye." In front of the bathroom, five dancers from different regions with different skin colors stood in a row. Li Bida was in front of them and said to Haiercius with a smile. He deliberately ordered that he abandoned the plump and asked his servants to find the slender and enchanting women, because he understood that the fat man, Haiercius, had the taste of this.

Haiercius was very aware of it. Now in this fantastic manor villa, Li Bida actually said goodbye to him. Could it be that he, the guest, should have left?

"This is yours, my friend."

"I don't know what kind of price we should bear." This fat man is indeed not stupid. He knows that everything he encountered today is not without reason.

Li Bida smiled, and then he asked knowingly, "I don't know if you understand, where I am on, in the current situation in Rome."

"Of course it's Lord Julius Caesar, he is my hero, and of course I know that you are the rising star of his subordinates now--so." The fat man then pointed at his belly with joy and said, "Is this all?"

"Yes, the villa of Tarante was originally under the name of the Libida family. Now the Governor of Gaul will be given to you. My wife, his grandfather, spent three million Seths to create the Opherun Manor in Sardinia. At that time, the luxury there was at the highest level in Rome, but in less than thirty years, Opherun is now not even ranked 100th. Forna can barely squeeze into the top fifty, so I specially sent an entertainment staff, plenty of dancers, and a luxurious marble bathroom. I hope you like it."

Hearing this, Helscius felt even more unsure. He waved his hand and asked Caesar and Li Bida why he did this. After his previous setbacks in politics, he certainly knew his own weight. Therefore, it was very strange that Caesar was willing to spend such a large price to buy and win him over. Especially now, in the tense situation, taking a team at will will have to pay a heavy price in the future.

Li Bida slowly walked to the fountain sculpture beside the bathroom, held the head of the lion carved with snowflakes and marble, and comforted the other party softly, "His Excellency Caesar is not a person who spends money randomly. Only high-quality products that are rare and affordable are worth doing this - you have a good relationship with the Fabian family, and I heard that in his family, there is a girl named Babrilia who is waiting for her name..."

This made Helscius even more frightened. Could it be that Caesar wanted to marry this girl? Or Li Bida, or any friend around him? So he stammered and asked. Because he couldn't get a ready-made answer, Li Bida still smiled and the name he finally reported made him incredible. "Cicero, the greatest philosopher on the Paladin Mountain, has divorced his wife. I feel sorry that their marriage has not come to an end, but no one can take care of the most proud figure in the spiritual kingdom of Rome, so I hope you can make a match. I have inquired about it. Babrilia's dowry is extremely generous, and her youthful beauty and family power. Cicero should not refuse."

This bell still fails to turn around, and Li Bida's next request came, "At the same time, you announce that you will be prosecuted as the Dushi official, the murderer who accused Claudi, the other guardian, Terry Ali, and his minion Ignajius."

"But I know that Cicero wants to defend Terry Ali, I am not his opponent! And I also want to secretly set the red line for the other party. What is the reason for this."

"You will know then, do what I said - it's okay, neither you need to win the words of Cicero, and I and Caesar at all, you don't even need to prepare a debate speech. In addition, after this case is over, you can go to Capito's Mountain and register as the candidate for the consul for the next year." After Li Bida finished speaking, he respectfully retreated from the curtain fluttering in the night breeze, leaving only the dazed Helssius in place, and then the dancing girls around like jumping larks, pushing him into the warm and pleasant bathhouse, with soft laughter everywhere...

About two markets later, red flags were raised on the bare temple ruins of Capito's Mountain. Citizens followed this order and went to the courtroom that was also burned before. The judges worked temporarily in the smoke-filled ruins. On the Paladin Mountain, Cicero was haggard and paced in front of his own mirror, holding the court's speech in his hand, constantly pondering the on-site language, but his old habit was again, that is, when he was worried or under too much pressure, he would suffer insomnia and irritability, which led to poor performance during debate.

Originally, he stood up to defend Triali without any psychological pressure. He believed that no one could act as his opponent in this city - because Caesar went to Gaul, Curio took office as the civil guard, and Li Bida could not appear in court because of triumph. As long as these three were not there, everything would be right. But a guy named Helcius, a vulgar farmer or a dealer from Sicily, actually wrote to him, saying that the Fabian family was willing to marry his young daughter, but Helcius tried to gain benefits here as an intermediary. "I hope you will sell me in the future court debate and pretend to lose."

Just kidding, it’s a big mistake! The court debate involves Cicero’s most fundamental dignity. He will not let anyone go. Even if the Fabian family gives chips, he will remain as always and will never be vague.

But the inner conflict still formed: Cicero began to hesitate. Not only did Babrilia have youthful beauty, but she was the oldest and most noble family in Rome. He really didn't want to let the marriage go, because it was also the best revenge for Renshate.

This is why Cicero was uneasy before the trial, but the water clock still pointed to the prescribed moment on time. He had to walk down the Paladin Mountain and compete with Helsios in court. Although the other party himself made him not afraid at all, he still felt a lot of pressure. His friend Etius was waiting for him at the door. After the two met, they hugged each other intimately, and then walked down the mountain road side by side. The closest personal slave, Taylor, followed closely behind with a box of stationery and paper.

Walking into a house on Niushou Street, Cicero suddenly noticed that in the hollowed-out window of the courtyard wall, a pair of clear eyes were staring at him. Then a tender childish voice came from inside, "You are Cicero, you will never lose."
Chapter completed!