“If sports and money are linked, then their greatness and glory are lost.

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When Caesar, who was resting on the second floor of the public villa on the side, was relieved and sat on the couch to drink water. Ebro and Barcelona next to him stood near with files in their hands. The bald man became more and more like a dictator, and his relationship with his aides also subtly turned into a scene of a monarch and minister who was almost Eastern.

"For me and Libidaus, this may be the best ending, because I always want to be close friends with him, so there will be no suspicion or barrier." Caesar sighed, and then he said to Barcelona, ​​"Have you mentioned the engagement with the son of Libidaus? As the consul, do you have no such thoughts?"

Barcelona said in panic that he didn't dare. He just hoped that after returning to Rome, he would bring up the marriage of his daughter Vivia and marry Li Bida's family lintel, because he was also a "outsider" from Spain. He could be the supreme chief executive of Rome with Caesar. He should marry another deputy deputy of Caesar to protect each other.

Caesar nodded and smiled, "Vivia is very similar to her mother, with thick black hair and skin like wheat. She is a standard Iberian beauty." Barcelona chuckled repeatedly and said yes, but in his heart he was very angry that Caesar was so "familiar" with his wife.

Then, Caesar received Ebro's file and said, "Are the alien soldiers captured on the battlefield, about two thousand people, who were all sent to Rome?"

"Yes. There are still four thousand people waiting for the legion to be transferred, and then sent one after another." Ebro also said carefully, "The two thousand people who were sent first will be built in a new Venus Temple on the side of the Grand Plaza as you promised. After completion, they will be sent to the Colosseum of Neruda to bring entertainment to the audience."

"Let Libidaus be my vanguard, go back and prepare for the real triumphal ceremony and the affairs of the New Venus Temple." After saying that, Caesar put down all the files, because he saw Brutu's very angry look, climbed the stairs and walked in front of him.

"Is there anything to say? My child, also the future senior municipality, Marcus Brutu." Caesar asked in a joke tone.

"I heard that you are going to hold a huge triumphal ceremony for these wars in Rome?" Brutu said, clenching his fist.

Caesar nodded and expressed his affirmative answer.

"Why! Why! As far as I know, the triumphal style is granted in the face of defeating foreign enemies, and it represents the glory of the Republic. Now it is a civil war, so many people have died, countless national elites, Catu, Dumigos, Pompeius, and Avranius, all died in this catastrophe, and then you have to enjoy the triumphal style for it. This is without precedent in Roman history and is unreasonable!" Brutu expressed his anger in one breath.

"Since there is no precedent, I will do it. There is nothing to be embarrassed about, and who said that civil war cannot grant triumphant style? The law of Rome does not have such restrictions." Caesar said calmly.

"Because those who win in the civil war are not considered heroes, and those who fail are not considered enemies." Brutu shouted.

"Nonsense!" Caesar thunder was furious. He slapped the long table and stood up. This was the first time he looked at Brutu, who looked at him as if he was his own. "Don't Sura claim to be a hero back then? He defeated my uncle, Mallor, who happened to have a foreign war hero who invaded the Republic from alien races three times, but his ashes were dug out and thrown into the river. Who said that Mallor was a hero at that time? Only in the struggle, dared to show the bust of the old man. Isn't I, Julius, a hero in the foreign war? I conquered dozens of tribes in Gaul, repelled the German invasion, conquered and killed millions of people, and sent hundreds of thousands of free or cheap slaves to the Republic. There was no shortage of people in mines and farms. The blonde-haired Gallic prostitutes were filled with prostitutes in Roman neighborhoods.

The House, who can spend two ass to go in and play, I conquered Spain again, Bosphorus and Egypt, and let the local wheat flour continue to be imported into the Ostia River Harbor, so that the people can eat free food again. Who do you think this kind of life is given? When I made such a great contribution to the country, how did the Senate and Pompey frame me and I almost became a prisoner and suffered unfair trial. At that time, Brutu, you have the ability to stand in front of Pompey and say such a bastard saying "there is no hero in the civil war"! War is war, and its catastrophe has been destined to be done since its birth, and there is no distinction between inside and outside. Only the weak and the loser will hold this boring concept and fight, and the winner is destined to continue moving forward and accept greater challenges."

Brutu's face turned red when he was refuted. He almost forgot that Uncle Caesar had been to Rhode Island when he was young. He became an eloquent and had a disciple under the debate master Molo and was a disciple of Cicero. At that time, many people commented that if Caesar had no political ambitions, he would have become the greatest lawyer in the present day and might be able to compete with Cicero.

After the stalemate for a while, Brutu said stubbornly, "Maybe you can convince me, but you can't convince the Roman senators and the people to boast about your achievements, which will only put you in an extremely dangerous situation."

"In other words, they will instigate you, Brutu, the simple and passionate Brutu, to be my enemy?" Caesar suddenly became desolate and looked at Brutu and said, "When Pompey was sinking in the waters of Mikning Lake, he expressed the same meaning to me, but I, Caesar, will not be afraid. You care for me, my child Brutu, but I will not stop myself because of someone's hostility or someone's concern. My racing track was destined to be when I was eighteen years old, unless death was used to stop me."

"I love you, but you love too many people and you no longer have your own place in your heart." Brutu choked, then he bowed to Caesar and slowly retreated.

Caesar waved his hand, and Ebro and Barcatus left tactfully, leaving only himself. Looking at the Temple of Atasia and the Schoolyard after the speech, the crowds came in crowds and roared and scattered, leaving only dust in the wind and a few shops that were not caring about, and were still waiting for the afterglow of the sunset. "The noise was separated, and only the silence of death was left." Caesar said in imitation of the epitaph, "But I still have to continue pursuing the next noise, because I don't have a cemetery."

At this time, in the square in front of the temple, Li Bida led another boy to Turinus and Leo and introduced, "His name is Juba, he is a prisoner of war and a guest, and he will return to Rome with us soon."
Chapter completed!