Not long afterwards, Libida once again issued an edict on behalf of Caesar. The Marcelians moved to the inland far from the coast, that was, they selected part of the former residences of the Albissi people for them to establish a new city, a fleet far away from the coast, without the glory of the past, and were not qualified to call "Maselia" again... But the original Marcelians were also satisfied. After all, they survived, retained autonomy and priesthood, and were allowed to move the immortal gods and Hercules gods into the new city. Then, out of gratitude, their newly established 300-person Presbyterian Church unified the new city "Merisu". The reason was that outsiders were afraid that they would not understand it.

As for the old site of this city, Caesar generously gave it to the city-state of Liguria, but in addition to sending troops to station on the ruins of the old city, the main municipalities, immigration and fortresses were built around the port of Arle, probably to build a new city of Marcellia with this place as the core.

In short, the old one, like the dead little Gatu, has become a ulterior motive in the hearts of all parties. It is absolutely not mentioned, and is full of desire to turn it into the mist in the waves of history, and it will not be dissipated before it will be great!

But the bloodstains of Katu's death were still expanding, slowly like cracks between the cornerstones of the Republic, causing the columns and gables above to begin to shake violently. Now, from the officials and nobles to the peddlers, they all felt that in the whirlpool of the war between Caesar and Pompey, they would finally be dragged into and swallowed away, which was the entire country and order.

At the port of Ephesus, Cicero, with a scarred nose, slowly placed the death penalty on the stone platform, and then moaned. He hugged his head in pain and grabbed his hair. He squatted in front of the seaside road in front of the setting sun. Beside him were Brutu, Appis and others who were completely stunned.

Although I didn't want to admit it, Cicero still had to say, "The death of Katu brought me not anger, but endless confusion and hesitation." Seeing that everyone did not respond, the Governor of Silesia, who had just taken office, was attacked by the Ubertnian army and said to himself. "I have commented that even though my friendship with Katu was no longer there, he always wanted nothing about the Republic, and the Republic could not do without him.

Now that Xiao Katu died tragically in the fight, this means that the Republic is over, losing its flag and soul, and being at ease, and the black iron era of interests instead of faith is still coming. I am not suitable to fight in this era, not suitable." As he said that, Cicero himself shook. Then he stood up and shook his head. He was full of devastating expressions, as if the whole world had collapsed. Before Brutu could say anything, he continued to say excitedly:

"I originally went to Silesia, thinking that my job was just to talk to the scholars of the little Asia. The financial work was managed by my personal slave, Taro. I just needed to recruit centurions and soldiers to guard the fortresses and streets, and to fight against bandits and mobs. But why am I so unlucky? What awaits me are countless war horses in iron armor of the Eastern barbarians, emerging from the wilderness in the north, like a black plague, with fires, robberies, and killings everywhere. How can I defend the city of Talsus? I have no experience, and the barbarian kingdom is unwilling to fight me.

The lawsuit!" Such nonsense angered Brutu. He grabbed Cicero's clothes and asked him to calm down with excitement. "If you still have a little respect for my dead uncle, don't say despicable words here. Everyone is working hard to recruit followers to Italy to restore the republic and realize his uncle's last wish. The living must work harder for the dead. This is not what others say, but what my weak wife said. She is gritting her teeth and enduring the pain of losing her father, but she is still exhorting me to be strong in the letter."

"Don't talk about strength, don't talk about ideals! Ah, these cheap words are psychedelic poisons for people to deceive themselves!" Cicero shouted, as if he had lost his mind at all, "You gave up your life and took it, but what it brought you will always be illusion and death. I am just an old man. I only ask to write a book under the shade of the tree, stay away from these meaningless battles. Is there anything to criticize the other party? Enough, I don't want to die in a foreign land, so I can tell everyone on the spot that I want to go back, go back to my villa in Paladin Mountain, and go back to my wife, and let an old guy with no ambition and backbone die in a gentle country, or as a witness to the record of this turbulent era, because I am only good at this."

"Are you still the one who writes great articles and is a good person? You have said that the Republic is the best system in ancient and modern times. It greatly surpasses the city-state democracy of the mob and avoids the dictatorship of the oligarchs. This is an article that affects my entire youth. I can still recite it yet, but when I see you now, Cicero, who is as soft as a weevil, I am so disappointed and disappointed!" Brutu grabbed Cicero's collar and shouted angrily and heartbrokenly.

"That's only my article, and fools equate the article with others." Cicero also pushed him away and retorted, "Do you feel delicious when eating an oyster, and will you chew the shells together? Then I ask you now, the one who directed Marcelia to siege the city and caused your uncle to commit suicide and sacrifice his country was your best friend Libidaus. If his sword blade was placed on your neck, how would you stick to it?"

Brutu took a long breath, let go of the other party, and then stumbled back and forth on the coastal road for two steps, then stood in front of the rolling ocean, and cut his thumb with a dagger, "Swear in front of the goddess of vengeance, from now on, in my eyes of Marcus Brutu, there is only a hatred of position and no personal friendship. My enemies are Julius Caesar, two are Emilius Libida, and three are Anubis Dehimos. If I cannot kill these three enemies, I will be in vain to be a human being in the world!"

After hearing this, Cicero laughed madly. He asked the other party directly like a vicious court lawyer, "If you take revenge now, who else can you rely on? Apart from Gneus Pompeius, then--he is your father-killing enemy. Didn't you swear like today ten years ago? But the target of revenge is Pompei? My child." Then before Brutu said anything, he shed tears again, nodded at Brutu, and staggered and left slowly.
Chapter completed!