"Don't do this, please, I am a foreigner neighborhood and a very prestigious person. Those Indians and Thracians all obey me. I will definitely help your career." Amatius was still begging, and he shifted his goal to Li Bida. "Hey, I say the cavalry commander with black hair and beard like Seris' silk, you are a foreigner legend. Wouldn't you be willing to fund the rise of another legend?"

Li Bida turned his body and said to Mattia, who helped him put on his Toga robe, "Give the guy who wears earrings and nose rings and claims to be Mallor's grandson, Five Hundred Seths quits and told him to go to the back of the queue to standby."

Amatius, who took the purse, had his eyes shining, but he still followed the two of them and shouted, "I'm not short of this little money, just five hundred silver coins. I can raise a lot of money, I only need your two approval."

But neither of the two cavalry commanders answered him, "There are endless people who bully the famous and thieves in the world now. All kinds of strange figures have come to Rome." After that, Anthony, like a gladiator, came to his forum and said to Li Bida.

"It doesn't matter, for us, now, as long as we have a strong energy, no matter whether he is a noble or a ruffian on the street, he can use it for me." Li Bida then stood with Anthony, met his arms and encouraged each other, and cheered each other, "I'm right on the forum, I'm the sword, and Marco, you are the shield that protects the whole situation, are you used to it?!"

"It's absolutely fine, just follow the pre-plan!" Anthony was very confident. "Look. Those bastards are coming. It's like their hands and bodies have never been stained with other people's blood."

Sure enough, on the other side of the street, Brutu, Kasio, Casca, Spingzel, Etius, Urabella and others were all wearing red and white robes, indicating their identities, and came to the intersection of the spears, took off all their clothes one by one, and after being examined, they put them on one by one. When changing clothes, Luga arrogantly pointed at Li Bida and Anthony, pointed at the scar on the butt with his fingers, and then made a provocative gesture.

"Sure enough, do they have to use the wolves tactics in the big debate?" Anthony said.

"Because they were timid in front of me, like a group of women, 'they' thought that if they rushed up, they could press me on the bed and ride on me to do whatever they wanted!" Li Bida said, and Anthony laughed. Then Li Bida chewed a few sips of mint leaves and cleared his throat. He said contemptuously, "Don't worry, I can completely defeat them. But in the middle, you must be careful to keep an eye on the guys Casio and Etius at any time. I expect him to have extra moves. So don't miss it again this time, Marco."

"Yes, I'm always waiting for your signal." Then, two people came to the forum, one on the front and one on the side.

In front of the temple, a huge "e"-shaped venue was surrounded by walls and gardens, so that only the delegates attending the meeting could enter the interior, and the people could only see from afar. Then Brutu and his party walked to the forum opposite, standing around the place where they spoke.

During the whole process, the two sides did not intersect with each other. On the steps of the temple, the third parties who stood in front of watching were different from those who had no right to enter. Most of them were Roman or local people, foreign guests, and many rhetorical philosophers. Because the debate itself would not produce any effective lex and bills according to the agreement, they naturally had the right to watch or even cheer (or cheer) - the leading figure of this group of people was actually Cicero.

In fact, Cicero has his own difficulties. He would not participate in this matter with the mentality of watching the excitement. Although Caesar had many festivals with him before, both sides were far from the point of life-and-death death. From Cicero's speculative mentality, Caesar was still a "friend who had not broken his face and could be picked up at any time". I believe Caesar also looked at himself in the same way. Cicero was very satisfied with his original position in politics, smooth, low-key, and did not offend each other. He was like a fish that had penetrated into the deep sea, living a life of a small wealth and peace of mind. So before and after Caesar died, Cicero did not receive any formal invitation to participate in this cabal. In other words, even if there was, he would not go. This seriously conflicted with his ideas. "The assassination itself was subverting the order of the republic, and what they built might be more terrifying than the result they destroyed."

Before the great debate, many elders or servants of the elders came to his house in a constant stream of danger of violating martial law, asking Cicero to "use eloquence now to do something for the Republic."

But Cicero's reply said, "What is not done is what is done for the Republic."

But when Caesar was assassinated, his good son-in-law, Elabella, held his hand and raised it to express his opinion, the old man felt that the world of bleak management had completely collapsed - he was "taken on the side" again and was involved in the cruel battle of the Colosseum. His enemies not only included Claudia, Fulvia, Anthony, and the most terrifying Libidaus. His close friend Etius was the mastermind, and his son-in-law Elabella also drifted in because of greed. All this was so terrifying.

Therefore, Cicero's behavior today is to re-exert his opinion to everyone: I am not standing in any direction, but just a peaceful bystander.

"Don't worry, bad luck has not yet paid my debt." On the steps, Cicero said to an old friend with a wry smile and imitated the tone after Brutu's assassination of Caesar. At this time, sand and stones flew outside, and the clouds were even more converging, crowding over the Mother Earth Temple. However, the people had not left due to the bad weather. Instead, they gathered more and more. The woods on both sides of the temple were blown back and forth. The ominous wind and the noisy wind all made Cicero's mood reach the peak.

Finally, when the red flag was raised on Capitoë Mountain and the formal beginning of the debate, Brutu first asked for a speech, because he was the core of the entire storm and the chaos, such an arrangement was reasonable, and everyone wanted to hear, "Why did this nobleman, who was regarded as his own, do this?"

But soon, the sound of horns and horns used by the army also sounded. In the exclamation of everyone, soldiers carrying shields and team signs appeared from every corner of the street. They formed a larger circle around the periphery of all the hills around the Mother of Earth Temple, and hugged everyone present tightly. Then the soldiers knocked on the shields, which made the blocks and temples tremble. (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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