Li Bida, who had been holding a flag in a chariot, turned around and looked at the scene coldly. Its appearance was long as he expected. In fact, when Caesar proposed this idea, Li Bida had expressed his objection, but Caesar did not listen. Maybe it was the debate between him and Brutu in Utika that made this person do it intentionally?

At this moment, Caesar, who continued to wave his hand, had no intention of stopping the wheels. He kept urging Anthony, who was driving, "Stay on, keep driving until the Grand Plaza!"

The vehicles and soldiers finally stopped in front of the holy road in the Grand Plaza. Then, surrounded by people, Caesar got out of the car and walked on the high steps into the newly completed Temple of Venus. The other teams were divided into three waves, high-ranking bureaucrats, priests, legion deputy generals and respected veterans, followed Caesar, while other inferior officials and slaves walked towards the Temple of Hunting Goddess next to them, killing goats and some of the spoils in front of Diana's altar; the other part began to clear the road to Capitol Mountain, which actually went with the route Caesar had just walked into the Grand Plaza, forming a reciprocating "v" shape.＊,

On the smooth marble floor of the temple, the raging fire was reflected up and down. The black-clothed priests with masks flipped left and right and danced left and right. The crowds, including Caesar, Libida, Anthony, etc., all took off their military uniforms, changed into purple-edged and white-backed robes sent by the priest, and painted oak red oil paint on their faces. Then Caesar solemnly handed over the oak leaf crown, knelt in front of the fire of the altar with bare head, and offered wine to the gods. He had served as the Flamen priest of the Temple of Jupiter since he was thirteen, and was still familiar with this procedure.

"Allow you to climb the holy Capitoël Mountain and offer the sacrifice of victory to the omnipotent Heavenly Father!" With the shout of the priest, Caesar and everyone stepped out of the square again and climbed the Temple of Jupiter along the mountain path. Then, in front of the gate of the temple, everyone except Caesar stopped. Then the man stepped into the temporary arch and stood on it, and the priests killed a bull. Blood

Caesar's whole body was bathed to the end, and then he raised his hands and looked at the entire Roman city from the mountain. It was already dusk. Caesar thought for a while and said to Li Bida, "Immediately hold a grand free dinner on both sides of the Tiber River and invite all citizens to attend. In addition, Anthony will put the twenty elephants captured in Afilica and rush to the mountain."

After saying that, he entered the temple alone. This is the rule, and everyone else must wait outside.

Caesar must report the news of victory to the Father alone, and then express his gratitude to him, thanking the immortal gods for their help to those who have short lives.

At this time, the grand celebration of Roman night had begun. The highest glorious person spoke to God in a quiet and lonely temple. The common people of the world had come to enjoy the gifts brought to them by the heroes. A full ten thousand tables of banquets, firelights used for lighting, were like countless stars and galaxies, covering all the big and small blocks of Roman city, especially the Civic Square, the streets on both sides of the Subra District and the Tiber River were the most dense and prosperous. The dining table was filled with baked bread, exquisite fish sauce, wine with dregs, honey wine, and onions.

, lentils, fruits, cheese and other home-cooked dishes, of course, for the sake of winning the people, Li Bida still suggested that Caesar add a "core dish" to each table, which can not only save money, but also improve the level, and show the dictator's sincerity to protect the people. The so-called core dishes are indeed difficult for civilians to enjoy in daily life, such as the grilled tuna chin produced by Li Bida Castle, or a fried platter of peacock tongue, pig internal organs and sausages, and some are strange to take care of diners with tricky tastes, such as beetle pupa, dog meat skewers, and sow pupa.

Almost one hundred thousand people were feasting and cheering Caesar one after another. At this time, Caesar was walking in the narrow backyard of the temple. He had not lingered in front of the altar for too long. What he was more concerned about was this: putting down his statue on the corridor of the backyard.

Now many slaves have been fired and, under the arrangement of Li Bida, the statue of Caesar was pulled in from the secluded mountain road there in a mule cart. There were eight sculptures on the corridor, namely the seven kings of Rome in the ancient style of the king, and the other one who drove away the king's first consul Brutu. After this sculpture, there was no more, because Rome had entered the republic era and there was no need for a monarch. But there happened to be a seat there, so that Caesar thought it was divine will, and he had to put his statue in to fill this shortcoming, because he would lead the country into a new era.

When his statue was laid, Caesar looked up at himself with satisfaction, and fell into a state of intoxication. Then he turned around and saw Li Bida standing behind him in a long robe, and hugged him directly, "The commander of the expedition to Parthia is still you, my friend, you are the cavalry commander of the next year and serve as the consul with me. How about you? Will you hesitate?"

"Yes, give this position to Anthony! I have reached the peak. What will you use to reward me if you go down?" Li Bida replied quietly, "When a person has no room for ascending, he may have unrealistic ambitions and wishes, but I do not want to end up with the same ending as Surena, Lord Julius."

"Stay here to help me. I'm too weak, just like Sura's former friend helped him." Caesar continued without letting go.

So that's it. Caesar has now seriously considered his affairs. He always feels that his group base is too narrow and there are fewer people who can entrust him. So he does not hesitate to forgive many enemies, such as Casio, Brutu, Cicero, and Eurabela, and many veterans who have followed Pompeii. He hopes that his career and friends can help him continue to support him. Perhaps Caesar felt lonely and fearful just before the altar of the eternal god. This is what anyone who reaches his peak will feel, that is, the pain caused by the mismatch between ambition and lifespan.

"I will help your lord, unless I walk ahead of you, and I make a vow to the family's ring." Finally, Li Bida said, "If it is convenient, give me the title of Expatriate Law Officer, and I will handle half of the cases on a market day."

Caesar laughed, then he let go of Li Bida's shoulder, patted his chest, and said, "I'll just enjoy the whole four months of celebration and entertainment, with your family, with your women."

"I have two months, and then the other two months, I'll go to Asia Minor."

"What are you doing there?"

“Collection of debt.”
Chapter completed!