"The Romans should not treat any good people badly, whether they are civilians or nobles, the difference in their identities should not be the basis for us to determine the facts. The fact is that Luculas's war made an indelible contribution to the interests of Rome in Asia Minor, and he is qualified to enjoy any level of triumphal!" After Xiao Jiatu finished speaking in anger, many aristocratic factions stood up and applauded.

Then, the two factions began to sarcasm and scold each other from a distance, "Enough, let's form a resolution as soon as possible. We can count whether the number of people present has reached the legal number of expressions. Everyone, let's reach an agreement before dusk and sunset." The rotating Senate Chairman reminded everyone.

Finally, the resolution method was carried out according to three choices, "unqualified", "little triumphal", and "big triumphal". As soon as this voting proposal was proposed, Xiao Jiatu said to the people next to him: "I have won a small triumphal for my friend Tuna, which is not a bad ending."

Before sunset, the Senate resolution announced: On the first fair day after the Wolf Chasing Festival, a small triumphal ceremony in Lukulas was held.

A few days later, Lukulas left his villa in Campenia and arrived in Roman city. Kelly knocked on the door of the apartment where Karabis lived that day and said to him: "Now be more energetic now, go to the Temple of Apollo, where we will hold the ceremony." Karabis dared not neglect. He covered the half-old cloak that Lukulas sent him and came to the temple of Apollo in the open surrounding areas. Where hundreds of slaves and free people belonging to Lukulas were busy: wiped the captured armor and weapons, slipped on the turbulent and restless war horses, and inlaid gems on the chariots. Everyone who had a job, whether it was his own workshop or his own store, had their own call, and had put aside what was at hand and arrived on time.

When six hundred veterans who participated in the Mitradati War walked to the open space in front of the temple, Kelly carried out a map frame, which spliced ​​a triumphal route with mosaics. Karabis blinked at the map, and dumbly recorded the direction of the seven hills of Rome, as well as many places such as vegetable markets and bull markets. His memory was amazing.

In the end, Kelly gave everyone a lot of loopholes when he gave instructions. Karabis, who was on the side, couldn't help but raise his hand and said, "Let me do it." Then, Karabis walked to the map, cleared his throat, accompanied by gestures, and told everyone in clear and concise language, in which place to go, what buildings should be used as reference along the way, what should Kuras should do, and what should we do.

"You can be a military civilian guardian, but unfortunately Utaris died, and Karabis, you are not qualified. Sometimes I am afraid that there will be no successor." Just as the soldiers who listened to the route nodded frequently, Lukulas appeared behind him and said with a slightly sad smile. Behind him was a man with a little unnatural smile. Although he was almost forty years old, he hid behind Lukulas with a shy look. "This is my younger brother, Marcos. Oh, and here is the lawyer who once became famous for accusing my younger brother, the current municipal magistrate, Julius,

"Loculas raised his other hand, and Caesar's charming smile appeared. He hugged Marcos and joked: "Every young Roman man has been a slutty man. I remember when I first went to a brothel at the age of thirteen, I happened to meet my mother when I came out. She said-Hey, son, you have grown up and finally did what Roman men should do. The same was true for me when I accused Marcos of that time, because I wanted to make a name for myself in this city. Now, Marcos and I are close friends, and this time I am honored to be responsible for presiding on your triumphal ceremony."

After General Triumph appeared, all the free men and soldiers present saluted him. Lukuras was in a rare mood. He stood on the steps of the temple and shouted: "In front of Apollo, the god of our family, everyone should work hard. I announce that the soldiers who participated in my triumph were 600 drachmas after each person, and each slave and free men followed by three hundred drachmas after each person. The settlement on that day was all real guys with owls in carved."

When everyone heard that the reward was so generous, they couldn't help but praise the generosity and wealth of the Lord. Karabis secretly calculated, "Good guy, three hundred silver-shining "owls", plus what I had before - I immediately stabilized my work in the Kitchen Temple, and I took my family to the spacious apartment with hot water."

Caesar was also very happy in the cheers, and asked Luculas whether he would retreat after the triumphal and no longer participate in the open and secret struggle of the "Ivory Ring Chair" (referring to the veterans). Luculas replied in a little disappointed manner that my achievements will disappear after the triumphal. After Pompey conquered Bendu, he will be a rising political star. He will soon enjoy the second triumphal in his life, and I will eventually waste my life in doing nothing.

"Our generation should be old in the garden, and only Crassus is the same. He still doesn't admit that he is already setting sun." Lukulas concluded with a smile.

"I think Crassus is right. When I entered politics, I had already buried the weakness and tears of young people. I can only accept the cheers of thousands of people, or the death of loneliness, one of them." Caesar's eyes seemed to have a fire. "Compared with Pompey, I am too far behind. I need to go to a higher level. Lukulas, do you hate Pompey who seized your military power? Then you should support me in terms of money."

Lukulas asked, "How much do you owe?"

"One Hundred Tarsette."

"You can use this money to organize an army and go to the East or Spain to plunder wealth."

"I am not lucky. If I have the command of three legions like Lukulas, I can conquer the East and Spain together, so that everyone can make a fortune."

"I can repay this money for you, but I have to warn you that your political path is radical and dangerous. You rely entirely on bribery and election to kidnap public opinion. In the end, the cave of greed will grow bigger and bigger until you are swallowed up."

"In Rome, is there a second political path to choose?" Caesar smiled slightly.

"Also, I heard that you were still seducing Pompei's wife during the vacancy period. Is this a brand new path?"

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After a market, the little triumphal squad of Lukulas finally began. In the Flaminus Racing Arena at the foot of the Paladin Mountains, rows of weapons captured by Lukulas in the Bendu War were displayed. Many Roman civilian children rushed in shouting and looking at the general's armor decorated with gorgeous feathers and gems, as well as the siege towers and stone throwers like giant beasts. "Are these used by Mitrada Ladders?" Several children from noble families asked, pointing to the largest siege tower, which was as high as one hundred cubits.

"Yes, that evil King Bendu used this giant beast to attack Sizkus in Bitinia. This behemoth was designed by Nick Need, an engineer under King Bendu." Karabis, who stood at the door with a smile, explained to the children that the little pigeon Paruma tightly held the corner of his adoptive father's clothes, and also looked around as his father explained.
Chapter completed!