"Julius, you should care more about yourself," said his wife Corpnia, and then several slaves raised their shoulders and walked forward. Caesar was sweating all over and waved to the people to apologize. Then he lay on it, his face was very depressed, and he slowly left the square.

When thousands of civilians and knights dispersed from the square with worry, the almost arrested prophet of Tuscany also staggered to the tavern beside the sheep pen. Several gorgeous maids immediately rushed up with plates, but the prophet just nodded and walked through the counter and the small atrium to the dark back road. As soon as he entered the door, a young man in a tote robe sat there waiting for him, "Come some wine, which is produced from your hometown, just warmed up."

After saying that, the beautiful boss lady with big breasts came over tremblingly and poured a glass of wine in front of the prophet, who also sat down. The prophet took off the cloak all over her body. He was a 50-year-old man with a big hooked nose and a little melancholy brow. Perhaps this was also the standard appearance of the prophet. He was actually an Alobroc, a Celtic Gaul. He was originally a druid, but later he walked into the Tuscan region to understand the prophecy from the locals.

"According to your request, I warned Julius Caesar, that is, the dictator of Rome."

Li Bida then turned the ring on his finger and said, "He did not take your prophecy seriously, right?"

The prophet drank a sip of wine, nodded, and then he said. "Prophecy itself is a warning. But due to the problems of the times and fate itself, this warning is often criticized by the world for its unclearity. In fact, no one really believes in prophecy. If he believes and escapes disaster, it means that prophecy is inaccurate; but if he does not believe in prophecy and dies tragically, wouldn't it be more verified to mankind that fate is powerful and cruel and cannot be disobedient? This is the paradox produced by prophecy, and it is also the greatest humor of our prophets."

Li Bida nodded in agreement with his remarks, "Li Xilia is so confident. She said that I can save Caesar three times, but still cannot change Julius's fate."

"Why do you do this? I remember you told me before that you have prepared all the preparations for Caesar to protect yourself after his death. So what do you hope for doing this?" the prophet asked.

Li Bida held the pillar and said, "I remember one time, Caesar once told me that he was afraid of smelling the blood, so I laughed at that time. You know, we were fighting in Greece, and countless soldiers were sprinkled on the battlefield every day and night, with enemies and comrades. As the commander of the entire army, he was still afraid of blood? But Caesar's expression was very serious at that time. He said yes, every time he tried to restrain himself and would not vomit and faint because of the bloody smell. Later, he told me the reason, that was when he was very young, at that time his aunt was

Mallor was fighting with Sura. When his uncle joined forces with Qinna to return to Rome during the expedition of Sura, he killed the consul, high priest, judicial officer, civil servant, etc. Almost all of them were killed. Inside were Crassus' father, Anthony's grandfather, Mallor's colleagues, and of course Caesar's own two uncles. Everyone's heads were cut off and piled up in the square and were still fighting for food by crows and wild dogs. At that time, Caesar was still very young. Every time he walked out of the subra district, he could see this scene soon. Another time when he stood on the edge of the square,

Seeing Mallo walk over with his own eyes, what scared him was that his uncle killed so many people, but his eyes were not turbulent. It was a beast-like look without mercy. You should know that many of these heads were all relatives of Mallo. He didn't understand why he had to kill so many people if he was keen on power. That was not a pursuit, but just a simple sadism. Therefore, Caesar forgives many people during the war, but I learned about his current state of mind. His epilepsy and brain diseases are said to be getting worse and worse, and he is becoming increasingly unable to handle government affairs. In addition,

He also knew that forgiveness of the enemy sometimes harmed himself. Of course, he knew that after his death, if there was no measure, the Julius family would be destroyed by all the despicable villains who hid in the dark corners during his lifetime, as well as his dreams and careers. Therefore, he was not afraid of death, but he also had the same thing as me. He needed to do things after death. The so-called prophecy, I must do it from my standpoint, but from Caesar's standpoint, he might not care—just as Caesar himself said, the person who is always on guard is not a great person at all."

Then, Li Bida suddenly spoke Shakespeare's famous quote in "Macbet" in Chinese, "I have already been trapped in a pool of blood. If I no longer walk in blood, the road to turn back will be equally boring." Then the whole room became silent, very, very quiet.

In front of Brutu's house, Kasio called him, but Brutu looked at him, but he lowered his eyes, as if he was still a little embarrassed and unhappy. Kasio stepped forward and said, "My best friend, has your eyes lost their warmth for me? Yes, I was blinded by something insignificant and almost buried our great cause. You must know that even I, even I, sometimes, would raise my hand, squeeze out a flattering smirk, bow to the dictator, and try to be the king's boots, look, you should regard the previous Kasio as your mirror, after the destruction of the Republic

, All nobles will not be like me, without pursuit, like a group of insects, wandering emptyly in the palm of Caesar's hand, performing various ugly dramas for the leftovers he had sowed, and the country and the entire Romans will sink. In the future, we will be buried with the tomb without glorious epitaphs, and are not qualified to be with our ancestors. But only you, Brutu, only your personality, your uncompromising and the glory of your family, can cooperate with me and complete this turning-up. Once upon a time there was a Brutu who was unwilling to let the country be ruled by a tyrant, just like he was unwilling to hand the country over to the hands of a demon."

"But Caesar can give everyone everything, but I can't." Brutu said sadly.
Chapter completed!