Several monarchs stood on the steps in embarrassment, either leaving or not leaving. The leader cleared his throat and explained to Octavian, "In fact, the declaration of public enemies is only a process, but the Senate still needs time in the steps. Since it has collectively agreed to elect you and Leo as the civil servants in the People's Congress, it is actually equivalent to reconciliation with General Lebidaus."

But Octavian sneered a few times and gave the document to the commemorative officer, saying, "Does Leo and I still need to be privately granted to the Senate when we become the civilian protection officer in the election? Sorry, I think this kind of behavior is an absolute shame for the Senate that represents the people, or for me, as the young Caesar."

"However, according to the regulations, you and Leo are not very good at age, and you will have to wait until thirteen years before you can apply for a candidate." The messenger was still smiling and explained.

"That is just a rule left by Sura. Only those who stick to the rules regard it as an insurmountable thing. Is it not to determine whether a person can be competent for an official position, but to age? A waste who has reached age is still a waste. Please go back to the Temple of Honor and the Lord, and we will go directly from Capua to Rome, and let the arms of the people and veterans carry us into the holy mountain one by one, and become a veritable civil guardian." Octavian replied proudly.

But at this time, Leo, who was sitting next to him, held down his words. He politely asked the messenger, which veteran was willing to give us the honor of protecting the civil servant?

When he learned that it was Cicero, Leo immediately stood up respectfully and humbly, and made a gesture of saluting the teacher. Octavian had to stand up with him. Then Leo said that we would definitely consider the orders of the Senate. In addition, please convey your gratitude to the Temple of Concord and His Excellency Cicero, and ensure that our personnel would enter the city of Rome peacefully.

When the messenger left, several young brothers immediately started a discussion in the public villa in Capua, "Leo must be clear that it is your father who has now been issued a public enemy announcement." Octavian said anxiously, which was also the reason why he had just stubbornly asked the Senate to cancel the announcement.

"It doesn't matter. Now that Cicero has sent people, it means that he has the final say in the Senate. Those who have the previous ones must have lost their power, so the problem can still be solved within the framework of peace, and my father will never be in danger! I am waiting for his letter." Leo said with great certainty, and then he walked to the center of the courtyard surrounded by the colonnade, grabbed Octavian's hand, and whispered to him, "Turinus, after you go to the city of Rome, you must be respectful to Cicero. Just like you treat your ancestors and elders, he always has a good impression of you..."

Just at this moment, Mesenas walked around the porch, with sweat beads on his forehead slightly oozing, and handed the letter to Octavian, "The urgent letter from your mother and stepfather was sent by a quick-legged mule and horse."

Atya and Phillips were extremely nervous. They collectively persuaded Octavian and Leo not to return to Rome because Libidaus had been declared public enemy and his life and death were uncertain now. In addition, Octavian's sensitive identity as "heir to Caesar's legacy" came to the City of Seven Hills, and he would acquire far more enemies than friends, and there would be danger everywhere, so "You and Leo should go to Macedonia, or Asia Minor to continue studying and take refuge."

Even his parents said this, and Caesar's passion suddenly faded a lot. He sat on the stone chair with some fatigue, and then he seemed to be cheering himself up, "No, revenge for his adoptive father is my oath. In addition, I can take refuge now, but Leo cannot. We must carry out the whole thing to the end, just like the three Horas brothers face the enemy, there will always be someone who will win glory in the end."

At this time, the clouds had already hang down. This is a common climate in May and June. Everyone felt stuffy and sweating all over. They sat down and felt breathless on their chests. Previously, three or four of them were acting at the same time in the academy, but now there are thousands of people following them. If they were leaders in a peaceful environment and if they were commanders in a war environment, this is not only an identity, but also a burden and responsibility. No wonder Octavian's health has begun to be poor these days, and it seems to have symptoms of malaria malaria.

Suddenly, a gray pigeon stopped on the ridge and then jumped down, "It's a military pigeon." Agripa stretched out his arm and asked the other party to jump up, then took out a small volume of papers from the barrel on his legs.

"It's a secret text." Octavian opened his eyes and then put the letters back together. Only Caesar's former senior commander knew about this system. Mesenas next to him had quickly copied the official documents. "It's His Excellency Li Bida. He asked us not to retreat. In the city of Rome, there is no one who can do anything to us. Since the Senate is willing to give 'weapons', then we will use it to arm ourselves."

"Yes, yes, that's what it should be done!" Octavian slammed his fist and decided to make a quick decision.

But the next day, Octavian's malaria attacked, his face turned red and white, his whole body was hot, and he couldn't even ride a horse. Leo and Agripa helped him to a thatched mule cart and led his team toward the city of Rome.

Who would have thought that as soon as he left the suburbs of Capua, the rain poured down. The centurions who followed Octavian took off their leather cloaks and straw raincoats and handed them to Leo, who was standing in the mule cart, to cover up the wind and rain for the young Caesar lying on the board, but there were still wind and rain constantly coming in. "You all gathered around the storm!" So many centurions and people consciously surrounded the mule cart.

At this time, the phlegm in Octavian's throat was like thunder. He curled up in pain on the cart. The rain kept oozing on his pale skin. Leo was constantly sending orange peels to his mouth. "I can't retreat, I can't retreat. I'm afraid that I will die before I was thirty. In that case, I will miss the generation of this hero. Keep moving forward. I have been like this since I was a child. If the disease wants to take me away, it will have been implemented long ago. There is no need to let me live until the day I become Julius' adopted son."

Young Caesar was not majestic enough to enter Rome: he was not like a triumphant young general, but like a tuberculosis man, with only half his life left, lying straight on the cart, surrounded by wet wet grass and messy orange peels.

"I want to be the first to meet my parents and sister-by-by-by-one, I want to see Corinna." Octavian, whose eyes were blood red but had a little rest, reluctantly sat up and asked Leo.
Chapter completed!