"Freedom, freedom. [Oh my God, I would rather not be Brutu, but rather be a rural villager who understands nothing, so that I will not live in the gap between emotions and righteousness." Brutu raised his head, and then thunder and lightning and dark clouds were already flashing and rolling on the entire city of Seven Hills. "Then take up the sword and kill the enemy like a fierce soldier. The only thing I can do now is to say goodbye to my mother and wife." When he said this, Brutu's tone trembled.

Then, instead of walking into his own door, he climbed up the hill and came to the courtyard where his mother lived. The slaves walked out were very attentive to lead Brutu in. Sevilla in the garden was lowering his eyes, stroking the lyre in his hand, and correcting the rhyme to the straw paper scroll engraved with poetry. Time had left wrinkles on the corners of her mouth and eyes. Brutu choked and slowly walked to her mother.

Then Sevilla realized the approaching of the child. She hurriedly got up, gathered Brutu's hair, and asked her son kindly and tenderly what he was thinking about, whether he was unhappy because of some trivial matters. "Did your friend Kassio, because you took his position as chief judge and abandoned friendship? Then don't mind, because friendship is not compromise or concession, but a sweet responsibility. Since Caesar trusts you, you can continue to do it well, Brutu's young child." Then the mother held his face and said, "Look at this likable face, a face that studies knowledge, seeks eternal happiness and tranquility, philosopher Brutu, a natural capital officer, you will definitely seek order for the entire republic."

"It is Caesar's order, not the order of the country." Brutu licked his tongue and did not dare to connect with his mother's eyes. He said this.

"Caesar is the country now. Isn't it?" Sevilla, the woman who was good at playing the piano, did not hear the implicit sound of the person she dearest. She smiled and sat back on the chair, muttering, "Maybe people have rumors about us that you are Caesar's illegitimate son, but don't care, even if there is no blood relationship. Caesar always regarded you as his real son, and he did not owe us mother and son anything. By the way, I still remember that before he became rich, he liked to hide here to avoid debts and listen to my performance. At that time, he had plenty of time with me, but he was not happy."

Brutu also smiled and looked at the rectangular stone chairs on the other side of the garden. That was Caesar's favorite thing to lie down on it at that time. "He rarely comes now, right?"

"So he should be very happy. Someone said that his illness was getting worse and worse, but his dreams were getting more and more. Sometimes it was like a child - the city of Rome made of marble, with 500,000 new citizens moving in, opening up many canals, and expeditioning the most distant country - I think he is now like the flying Icarus running towards the brilliant sun, passion and happiness burning rapidly in the flames, he screamed, and in the trembling pain, it turned into a wisp of smoke and dust, and finally merged with the sun." Sevilla raised his head and said, "Then let him continue to be happy, leaving me with the quiet memories in this mansion."

"Will you be lonely? Mother." Brutu's eyelashes were trembling, and tears were about to flow down. At this time, white lightning kept flashing across the eaves and corridors, and heavy rain was coming.

But Sevilla just pointed his back at him and gently raised his white arms, indicating that his child could leave.

On March 14th, on the calendar monument on the large square full of water, several priests were climbing a ladder, removing the letter boards on it, and changing them to the letter boards suitable for the market. Then all kinds of people, those who sell jewelry, spices, and fish, began to travel around the surrounding streets. Rome quickly became lively, although it was not sunny today.

In the sound of the trumpet, Caesar walked through the square with his accompanying entourage and walked towards the War God's Grand Campus in the northeast corner of the city. The temperature slowly warmed up. After walking for a while, Caesar's bald head was shining with sweat. Then he sat in the arcade to rest. At this time, several craftsmen and merchants surrounded him and greeted the dictator. Caesar nodded and smiled to everyone. Then Caesar looked up and saw the prophet in a black cloak standing there on the corner of the street, like the shadow of a tree.

"If you have anything to say, then make a statement as soon as possible. I will go to the cavalry commander's villa to attend the banquet." Caesar continued with an indifferent smile.

"Your closest people will save you, but you, Julius, are deaf. The temple of Jupiter is now full of dark clouds, and in the thunderstorm last night, someone witnessed the sound of cavalry fighting on its roof."

"That's just thunder, and only ignorant people will make a fuss about this phenomenon." Caesar replied, then patted his knees and stood up.

"Someone witnessed a lioness walking over to give birth to a young child and then ate it."

"You should ask the beast clerk administrator of the Gladiator School of Argos. He has hungry for too long but refused to strengthen the railings and keys." Caesar's playful reply made everyone around him laugh.

The prophet had no angry expression on his face. He respectfully saluted Caesar and then disappeared among the crowds on the streets.

"I will not stop because of these signs. To be honest, just like if I have been resting here all the time today, I will not be able to eat delicious food from my friend's house. As a person, the most powerless time is when he is wandering. Will the walker be afraid of his own shadow?" Caesar said to the entourage and the people, and then told the women and bosses of the shop behind the arcade that Mocury blessed your business, and then said goodbye and continued to move towards Pulaima.

In the Apollo restaurant in Pulaima, a huge copper pot was hung up on the patio, which surprised everyone who came to the banquet. The owner Li Bida introduced, "This is the food that came from Britain, called the Miner's pot."

Since it is called this name, as the name suggests, it is what the barbarian miners in Britain eat, which is to season the lamb, beans, wheat flour, salt, herbs and chopped green onions, pour them all into a large pot, boiling with a scent. "When eating, everyone uses a long-handled spoon to reach the pot to compete and experience how those miners seek to fill their stomachs."
Chapter completed!