What is even more unbearable is that he, who had previously given "murderers" and "public enemy" hats to Urabella, Brutu and Kasio, was also the main pusher. Now he should "sit in charge" them in what way should he "guide" them? And this group of people want me to go, that is, they completely regard me as a flag that can be used by the Republic. As long as I go to Ephesus, I will definitely be under house arrest. ※%

Thinking of this, Cicero walked to the study, sat in front of the table with a glimmer of light, raised his hook pen to make a simple comparison on the paper roll - now these three people are all in Greece and Xiaoya, and all their strengths are only three or four legions, but Li Bida and Young Caesar and others have nearly ten legions in Italy alone. Although the little Pompei brothers are recruiting soldiers in Spain, the time is limited after all, and it is not as good as the weather for the time being.

"However, they killed Dihemoth and brought so many legions into Rome, and they probably had bad people." The more Cicero thought about it, the more he felt like a mess in his heart. It was terrible. He couldn't help but remember that after Caesar crossed the Rubicon, he was driven back from the province of Silesia by Adianna's army, he told Caesar in private that as long as Caesar was willing to give him a certain province and legion, he could consider changing his political position and waving the flag for Caesar. After all, he and Caesar can be regarded as fellow disciples of the Molo Academy in Rhodes Island.

However, Caesar's reply was very cold. This man just advised Cicero, "If you really agree with my ideals and goals, come to me and act as an administrative staff member; if you still hesitate and don't want to participate in politics, then I will give you a lot of money. You can go to Athens or Rhodes. Do not ask about politics, study philosophy and rhetoric, and then I think it is more suitable for you - the only academic master in the Roman Republic who can compete with Greece."

In short, in Caesar's mind, he was not a qualified politician and military strategist at all. Every time he thought of this, Cicero was always full of resentment. "Then Julius, please take a good look. I, Cicero, have become a dignified inspector now? My defense is a treasure of the Republic, and no one will come to crush it. You only care about the army and money, but I have to take another path and can still reach the peak of glory."

When I thought of this, the third messenger actually appeared at the gate. He asked Taylor to pass on the third letter to Cicero, which was sent by Libidaus and Young Caesar. With excitement and anxiety, Cicero opened the list. It was full of passionate words: not only recognized him as the "the most honorable elder in the Republic", but also awarded him the "eternal crown of gold". He also hoped that he would not leave Rome, "You are

To guard the monument of the entire Apennine Italy, if Cicero is tired of this position after the 18-month "Official Officer Inspection Period", he can choose a province to serve as a post. "Spain, Nebogaul, Bitinia or Caglia are all positions that can easily obtain tens of millions of Sesie withdrawals within a year." The price for this is only "you need to say a few good words for us in the Senate or the Vengeance Gathering venue."

With some complicated mood, Cicero carefully put the letter in hand and said to Old Terro, "This is also a life-saving thing. Look at the seals of Libida, Young Caesar, Panza, and even Anthony." As he said, Old Terro listened to the master's instructions, put the letter in the cabinet, closed the door and locked it.

Amid the clattering sound of the key twisting, Cicero carefully put on his robe, "Go to call all the elders' gatherings. I want to release Anthony's younger brother Gaius. I can't make the situation immediately too embarrassing. Since Li Bida and Young Caesar are willing to forgive him, then forgive me."

At this time, Taylor put away the keys, then tidied up the robe for the master and his "special friend" who had been with him for half his life. He would like to remind him, "What should I do if the legion enters the city and is not good for you to the master?"

"Then I won't be a noisy old man, willing to retire, I don't even want to live in Italy. Taylor, then I will sell several manors and villas scattered around me, and then I and Feiberia will take a boat to Rhode Island to live a college life." Then, Cicero stood on the porch, and several birds in the garden flew up in shock, "Forty years ago, I went there to study. Forty years later, I still returned there, teaching rhetoric and companionship in my spare time.

Isn't it good for Villa to go for a trip? After the war sank, she was particularly interested in the island of Ricepos where Sappho and his female disciples lived a long time ago. Let the people fight for secular things, and I will retire." When Cicero said this, he couldn't help but close his eyes intoxicatedly, remembering the blue seashore of Rhode Island, the red tiles and white walls, and the scene where he and his teachers and classmates followed the winding cliff paths, listening to the sound of waves and discussing loudly.

Caesar arrived on a boat just after he had finished his studies. They had a relationship with each other. At that time, Caesar's hair was still thick, fair skin, thin face, and cynical expressions in his eyes. So his teacher, Moro, asked the young man who had escaped from Rome and was wanted by Sura, "What are you here to do?"

“I came to learn rhetoric and debate.”

"But you can see that your life ideal is not in this."

"Yes, the purpose of my doing this is to gain a stepping stone to enter the political arena." Caesar replied shamelessly. Cicero, who was standing next to him, felt that this kid was defiling the sacred academic.

But now thinking about it, what is different from what I did later? The only difference is that Caesar has passed away. People say that he is the master of the empire, the master of the land and the ocean, the hero who surpasses the great Pompey, and the invincible commander, but who remembers the young man who jumped off the deck of the ship with a frivolous and rebellious expression in the past? Only Cicero remembers it.

"Will you take away the urn of the girl buried here?" Taylor's question interrupted his reverie.
Chapter completed!