At the intersection of the bull market, the torch in the slave's hand swayed rapidly. Caesar fell to the ground, stretching out like a shrimp, and curled up again. The back of his head was almost terrible to fold to the other side of his back. The cloak was covered with mud and water, and a clamor sound was made in his mouth. At this time, he tried hard to catch something, but he couldn't catch anything, and his eyes became blurred. Several slaves slammed a piece of cork into his mouth, and then wrapped Caesar in his cloak to a tavern with lights, and carried it in.+

"Shut up, don't make a sound, otherwise you will be killed!" Caesar's personal slave took the lead and drove the dagger to the young maid who came out to greet him with a lantern. He scared the other party so much that he couldn't even scream. Then the slave behind him stuffed the other party a purse, and the maid kept silent and led them in.

This is an extremely shabby tavern. The clay cups on the thick wooden tables are scattered everywhere, the walls are full of smoke and fire, and rows of wine jars are piled up. Several winemakers who are hunched in the corner, who are as shabby as this tavern. When they see the person carrying in, their hands are extremely pale and their gold rings are worn, they know that the other party is not a vulgar. So after taking a secret glance, they immediately turned their backs, threw down a few copper coins and left tactfully. You must know that in this city, knowing the secrets of big men means extremely dangerous.

But if people recognize Julius Caesar, it would be an impressive scene, the founding father of Rome, the dictator, the consul who had been re-elected for ten years, the lifelong guardian, the descendant of Venus, etc., the great man with so many honorary titles. Now he is like an alcoholic who owes gambling debts. He is placed in a corner full of lime scars. Lying on a bench, he keeps twitching, making laughable moans.

It took a long time for Caesar to recover his expression. After he woke up, he hurriedly covered his face with his cloak, huddled in the corner, and straightened his sparse and messy hair. Then he gasped and breathed evenly, and then asked the slave he accompanied him, "No one found out about my identity, right?"

After receiving a positive answer, Caesar stood up with the wall, stumbled along the base of the wall, and disappeared into the darkness again.

About half a market later, the new Tribs folk congress was finally held. The current assembly hall was full of colorful flags, arcades and comfortable seats, and regional citizen representatives of various colors and clothing. One after another, they walked into the assembly hall with a smile. Li Bida stood at the entrance with a smile. Mattia beside him brought several trained high-level slaves. These slaves all had a special ability, that is, remembering faces and names. Whenever they saw important people from various places, they would quickly call out the information of this person in their brain memory bank, and briefly told Li Bida's most important information in ten steps: name, family, occupation, etc.

So Li Bida greeted important people enthusiastically and chatted with each other very accurately. The cavalry commander's "premonition" surprised many people and convinced them. He is worthy of being a role model for all foreign countries and local citizens.
Chapter completed!