When the soldiers refused to continue to be loyal to him, Julius Caesar put down the mutiny with one word, and he shouted to everyone: "Quirites."

Lukulas was a little confused. He felt that he had been fooled or a lowly slave. He was born into a noble family and was so favored by God. His eloquence was used on political enemies and his strategies were used on the battlefield enemies, but he never seemed to know that a personal slave was actually associated with the power and tricks that framed him.

"My son of Demethlius, tell me, why do you do this? Am I treating you badly? Your annual salary is 4,000 drachma, and Carabis only 300 drachma. I also hope to take you back to Rome City to help treat my younger brother Marcos's condition. At that time, I would not hesitate to pay you for the annual salary of 10,000 drachma." Lukulas' tone was a little painful.

The Jewish eyes flashed twice, and he was obviously embarrassed, but he still answered Luculas's question: "Yes, you are not bad for me. But my behavior is to show that I have greater value, that I am familiar with rhetoric and law, and should have a greater future, rather than being a herbal doctor in sloppy and ending my life. Pompey sent someone to secretly negotiate with me in advance. I will not follow you back to Rome. I will stay with Pompey, as a confidential slave, draft documents for him, and counsel military affairs. Then, when I appear in the Great Triumph, I will become the most powerful and wealthy slave in Rome."

Hearing this, Pompey put down his robe proudly, "Yes--I have to say, Lukulas, you, a natural nobleman, have always mistakenly thought that you are good enough to the lower class, but I tell you that you can not only be rewarded by rewards--but also listen to their little dreams."

It was obvious that the way out of the way, Curras was extremely angry. He was furious and severely rebuked Demethlius for violating the sacred contractual relationship between the master and the slave in the Roman world. He would definitely not have a good end in the future. As a result, the impatient Demethlius shouted enough, "You are no longer my master, and you have lost your power. Even if you still have wealth that is as rich as a country, it will not arouse any desire for serving you." After that, he stood beside the proud Pompei and Terriali.

"Okay, Pompei, I admit that I lost in this round of confrontation. But I still have to thank you. You let me see a lot of things and many people." Lukulas slowly returned to his calmness, but instead gave in a slight whim. "But I have to advise you, the honorary general Pompei. Now I have indeed lost power, and even if I get rid of the accusation, I can only live in the manor villa. My life may be an old comedy in the curtain-style comedy--the beginning is a vigorous beginning and the end is dull. But I still gave Rome a bad start, that is, people like Pompei, will think that as long as there are three or five legions, they can defeat other powerful forces like me and gain great honor and interests for themselves. But in the end, such behavior will destroy yourself and our republic."

After saying that, Luculas turned around and was about to leave. Pompei called him and reached out to him, "Lucuras, on the one hand, I should not shake hands with you; but I cannot deceive my own ideas. Yes, you are indeed one of the greatest generals in the history of Roman city construction. I am proud to shake hands with you." Luculas looked at Pompei for a while, smiled, and quickly shook hands with the other party...

Three days later, Lukulas officially left the barracks. Even though he led three legions in the past few years and created one miraculous merit after another, almost no soldiers came to see him off in the entire camp. He was also burdened with the accusations he would face when he returned to Rome in the future. This general with outstanding military achievements and the former consul left so sadly. Following him were only three hundred armed slaves and free people of his own, among which Karabis and Porti were also among them. In addition, there were the 100 teams that had been promised to go to the Winter Camp in advance, and there were also the three teams, and the Scythian Doctor Timothu, who had been captured before. Before leaving, Demethius came to see him off and said to Karabis:

"Why don't you listen to my advice and come to Pompei to engage in a promising career? Don't you know that like Pompei, just in the previous war to suppress pirates, you have obtained unparalleled wealth and honor. Once he conquered Bendu and Armenia, he will become a figure standing at the peak of Rome. And we can also ascend to heaven. At that time, you don't have to worry about money and villas, and even the elders and knights will bow to you, just to help them with a few good words in front of your master."

Karabis didn't know how to face this Jewish man now. Perhaps they were friends in terms of personal relationships, so he confided his voice: "But everyone understands that Pompey has indeed taken the honor that should belong to Luculas. I feel unfair for him. Besides, my idea is just to seek a stable life with Porty in Rome."

The best thing is that the Jewish man patted Karabis on the shoulder and said, "Don't try to fill a sandbag full of ripped holes - in Rome, there will be no such situation as a stable life, believe me, friend." After that, Demethlius insisted on giving Karabis a purse with two hundred Drakima silver coins. "If you are happy or unhappy in Rome, don't forget the friendship between Demethlius and Karabis."

Should I believe what the Jewish guy said? In the bustling team carrying my luggage, Carabis looked at Porti holding his hand next to me, and couldn't help but feel a little confused: What will be waiting for me in Rome?

However, in terms of money, Karabis does not have to worry too much. Last time he and Kelly seized the crown discarded by Tegranis, the king of Armenia, and was rewarded with five hundred drachers. However, because he belonged to the Legion, he was given half of the reward to the public treasury as usual, plus the previous savings of Porti and the Sichuan funds given by Demethrius, and the women's money box, there were a total of five hundred silver drachers, which was equivalent to nearly two thousand ses retreating, which was equivalent to the annual salary of the Legion soldiers for almost ten years.

Before, when he and Porti were lying on the bed in the tent and counting their small "property", they would also ask Porti's CPI questions in the classical world. The conclusion was that anyway, the money was enough for them to rent a mid-range and solid studio apartment in Rome with a drinking water pipe and a kitchen, so they would not have to worry about eating and drinking for two years.

Lukulas did not choose to return from the port of Silesia from the Cyprus sea route, because he claimed that he was full of disgust and hatred for Pompey, and he was unwilling to drive in the seas where Pompey had won the honor of extermination of pirates. He would rather go north to Bitinia, then pass through Samothrace and Helisbon, climb onto Byzantium, cross the land of Greece, and return to Rome from the harbour of Epirus.
Chapter completed!