"Make me richer than my neighbors." - A prayer book on the altar of a Roman family

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The Bergalondi Manor had been dug up all around, with barriers and iron bars arranged outside, and strict barriers were built along the garden. The large and round centurion guarded the gate, and the messengers and spies were in and out. As Cicero said, this manor, which originally belonged to Caesar's name, had become Anthony's headquarters.

When Octavian and his entourage gathered in front of the manor, Anthony first issued an order to refuse to receive. The slave stood up and said to Octavian, "Now Lord Anthony is the acting consul of the city of Rome, and the governor of the Syrian province next year, he has many government affairs to deal with, so he is not in the manor at this moment."

"I'm here to ask for the title deeds." Octavian was straightforward.

"If it is a land deed, the housekeeper will take it out and hand it over to you immediately." The servants and the centurion on duty obviously stopped them.

"Thank you, but—" Octavian then raised the court seal, "According to the law, since the Lord Anthony had already fulfilled the duties of the estate supervisor before, it is necessary to accept my supervision and review as a party when the settlement is made again, rather than handing over the land deeds out in a hurry."

Now, the staff at Anthony's gate were speechless, and they could only quietly run to see the master and relay Octavian's words. Anthony was also very surprised. He vaguely felt that Octavian was completely unkind. When he learned that four or five thousand people were following the child and surrounded the Bergalon Emperor, he was even more surprised - but he was unwilling to be pinned by a child. He waved his hand and signaled them to let the boys come in.

So Octavian, Leo, Agripa and Mesenas stalked, and in the cheers of everyone, they entered the Bergalondi Manor.

In the hall, Anthony was sitting and receiving Octavian, surrounded by actors, prostitutes and centurions. This was also a completely rude act to Caesar's successor.

But Octavian did not have an attack. He first bowed to Anthony and hoped that "I can call you Father Zhi, Lord Anthony."

"Of course, I think your beautiful and dignified mother will be very happy." Anthony, who was slick and slutty, immediately did not take care of his mouth and said such unreasonable words.

But Octavian still said nothing. He continued to call Anthony "father's pride". "I express my sincere gratitude to you for some of the things you did after your adoptive father's death, such as you united with my guardian and debated with the murderers, avoiding the adoptive father being called "tyrant" after his death, and also avoiding the fate of his property being confiscated; but I have to say that other things you did after your adoptive father's death were wrong."

At this time, Anthony seemed to have no concern about listening to Octavian's complaint. Instead, he saw Leo beside him, who was also the legitimate son of Li Bida, and felt more intimate and felt a little guilty. He thought that this child would have no future when he mingled with this yellow-haired boy. Maybe there was still danger. So he ignored Octavian's words and waved to Leo constantly, signaled him to come over, stand beside him, and even raised the apple in his hand to express his good intentions.

"Father, Lord Anthony, please do not ignore my words and listen carefully! Don't despise me because of my age and appearance. After all, I am still Caesar's heir." Octavian complained suddenly.

This sentence shocked Anthony. At this moment, Curio, who was hiding behind the door, had two light coughs, so Anthony put down the apple awkwardly and continued to smile and said to Octavian, "Sorry, I met the old friend's child, where did you say just now?"

Octavian adjusted his tone and continued to question, "But why don't you lead the people and veterans to kill the murderer after completing Caesar's funeral?"

"Wow, this is not like the words of a child from a Greek college." Anthony said sarcastically.

"No, I am a standard Roman. I believe in paying for blood. Since so many people and veterans have already taken up weapons and are ready to kill the murderer, why do you suppress Amathius and kill him? Why do you let those murderers stay safe on Capitoë Mountain for more than a hundred days? Why did you reach a compromise with them so that they can continue to speak loudly in the Temple of Concorde?" Octavian was overwhelmed.

"Because this is a very complicated case, the assassination of Caesar are all people who are citizens and special fathers. I believe you also know that your adoptive father had resisted the opposition in Kathirin and asked for a fair trial, rather than a decisive punishment by the Senate. The situation is similar now. I asked my younger brother Gaius to first seek the position of **, and then slowly plan to do so." Anthony defended.

"But I can't see the idea of ​​Xu Tuzhi at all. In your father, you are always the acting consul and cavalry commander. You can be in the face of the Senate and the people. But not only do you have no intention of judging the murderer, you also squeezed out my guardian and Caesar's loyal friend Libidaus out of the city. Now he is still holding the title of public enemy. Therefore, in this matter, I have to condemn you, Father, Lord Anthony! And the so-called Xu Tuzhi is also an indulgence to the murderer, because I know that Brutu and Kassie will go to distant provinces in the coming year. The Senate and you are protecting them and asking them to escape punishment. This is all because of you, Father, Lord Anthony, because of your selfish desires."

"Enough, don't say anything more about Father Anthony, Father Anthony!" Anthony howled, as if he was disturbed by Octavian. He pointed at a few younger generations in anger, "You also know that I am the acting consul, so you just swaggered and entered the house as a civilian, and kept asking me about official affairs. Then I will answer your official affairs. You must know how much I have to pay just to remove the title of "tyrant" for Caesar and let him enjoy the funeral and the treatment of the gods.

Blood, how much compromise is made and how much danger is there? If my army does not kill Amathius and continues to turmoil in Rome, then the Senate may vote on your adoptive father's identity, and you and I will be ruined - do you understand? Caesar's property will be confiscated, and his body will be discarded in the wilderness of the Tiber River and still be pecked by crows. If you had no me, you would have dared to inherit this name, and can you still enjoy the honorable status of "Little Caesar" from the time you returned to Rome?"
Chapter completed!