Augustus Road

Caesar also stood up and pressed Carapis's shoulder, "Soon, we will start the expedition to Lusitania. Once I become the governor of Spain, you will be the finance official and military tribune."

"But I must serve in the legion for at least six years before I can obtain citizenship. Are these things too far away for me?" Carapis sucked his finger and had some doubts.

"No, there is no such restriction for a true war hero, and the opportunity has come." Caesar smiled mysteriously, then held up an amber plate and handed it to Carapis. "Your patron, Tuna Luculas, wants to tell you some surprising news. This is the token he gave me. You can go to Prima and talk to him about the details."

The next day, at the gate of Prima Villa, Carapis saw Claudia, who was furious, coming out with her skirt lifted. She looked at Carapis fiercely, which made him feel a sense of crisis. "This day has finally come, the damn tuna and his stupid brother!" As she said this, she actually covered her face and sobbed. Male and female servants stood on both sides of the gate, moving the boxes and boxes one by one behind the mistress's sedan chair. Kelly, standing with his hands crossed, kept asking Claudia if she could set off.

Claudia, sitting sadly on the sedan chair, asked the slaves carrying the sedan chair not to move for the time being, and then finally spoke to Carapis: "I heard that you gave Claudius a villa on Palatine Hill? I hope this matter has not been affected by Cicero's accusation against you. Oh, Carapis, you have to know that I have nowhere to go now, except for that villa, because I used to be your mistress, woo woo woo." She couldn't hold on, and cried in front of Carapis again, which made Carapis feel so happy.

This woman, it seems that Claudius also knows about Cicero's evidence to cheat me, and she actively participated in it. Now I don't know what happened between her and my patron, but she can still continue to ask me to fulfill my promise.

"Madam, it's not once, you will always be my mistress-the villa will naturally remain unchanged, but the painters haven't entered to paint the murals yet, so the accommodation environment is a bit monotonous." Carapis promised Claudia with a heavy expression on his face.

Claudia then burst into laughter, wiped away her sad tears, and suddenly shook out the golden statue of "Oscar, God of Drama" that Carapis had given her before, and asked: "My most beloved and loyal Carapis, can I place this small golden statue that symbolizes our strong feelings on the alcove of the villa?" Carapis said, "Madam, please do as you please." Then Claudia cried again, sat on the sedan chair and was lifted up by the slaves, and left in the street.

"Today, she was divorced by her master." Kelly told Carapis, and then followed the sedan chair.

By the crocodile pool in the villa, Marcos was happily watching two slaves pouring small baskets of frogs into it to feed the two big crocodiles. In the dome pavilion at the back, Lukulas looked at his happy brother with his mouth drooping, leaning against the side railing without saying a word. After not seeing him for a few months, he had more wrinkles, and his hair seemed to be completely white, long and messy, swaying in the breeze.

"Kelly should hire a reliable barber and masseur for you. It will be good for your body and memory." Karabis stood behind Lukulas, the scissors in his hand kept opening and closing, letting the white hair of the master fall down in clumps.

"Claudia is right. This day will come sooner or later." Luculas' voice became hoarse and old. "She has no children, is greedy, and has fallen morals. Why should I keep such a woman to bring disgrace to my family?" Then he seemed to remember something and said, "By the way, Carapis, my child, I have also heard about your recent deeds. Now there is something I need to show you."

A slave handed a letter to Carapis. He opened it and read it carefully. It turned out to be a letter from Marca, the eldest son of Mithridates Eubert, the governor of the Kingdom of Bosporus. In the letter, Marca said that his father Mithridates was overwhelmed by Pompey's eight legions. The army that the king of Pontus had put together before was destroyed again. Sinope and Pontus fell into the hands of the Romans again. So Mithridates took the royal family members and less than 3,000 followers and went north along Colchis, threatening to stay in the Kingdom of Bosporus. Marca was afraid that his territory would be annexed by his father, so he wrote to Luculas in his private name, hoping that he could mediate and let the Roman Senate send an army in the name of a volunteer army to accept his leadership and cooperate with him to keep the territory. In exchange, he was willing to be a vassal of Rome forever and never have second thoughts.

"What do you think, Carapis?" Luculas' voice suddenly became clear.

"This" Carapis' tone was a little hesitant, but when Marca was mentioned, he thought of Heleptina, the queen of the Amazon, and Adiana, the daughter of Mithridates - what happened to her? What happened to her? He couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions in his heart.

"Do you really think that Marca was afraid of his father's pitiful military force and didn't dare to take in his father?"

"No."

"Oh, then tell me your opinion." Luculas was very curious, and he wanted to hear Carapis' analysis of this matter.

"The person that Marcea actually feared was Pompey. Pompey was now the common ruler of the twelve kingdoms of Asia Minor, and all the kings were prostrating under his might. The Senate was already in awe of his glory and army, but he was not satisfied and was going to march towards the Red Sea or the Sea of ​​Azov (an inland sea between Crimea and the Black Sea today). Once Mithridates fled to the Kingdom of Bosporus, Marcea was afraid that Pompey would use this as an excuse to conquer his territory. But he himself did not want to turn against his father, which would also give Pompey a pretext to send troops, so he needed another Roman army to conquer his father, which would not only ensure that his old territory remained unchanged, but also allowed him to rely on Rome to fight against Pompey."

Lucuras laughed, indicating that he fully agreed with Carapis' analysis, "But I don't have an army now."

"Etruria has, although it is only two city legions that were put together temporarily, but it already has some actual combat experience." Carapis replied, and then he understood what everyone meant, Crassus's, Caesar's, and Pidu Luculas's.