Augustus Road

"They were gradually beguiled by some devices that degraded people, which was a way of enslaving them, and they called these things 'culture'." - Tacitus mocked the British chieftain " "Romanization"

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As a result, Casca answered him by raising his sandals and kicking the man down. Amid the laughter of the Senate, Casca slapped the man again and warned him fiercely: " The Tiber River is our mother, not yours. Don’t treat the Republic like a widow or a pleasure woman like Caesar!” After saying that, Casca and a group of senators spat at the unfortunate guy one by one! He vomited and then left the Twin Temples one after another.

The shoe merchant of Utica clutched his stomach and lay on the street, feeling aggrieved and sad. He did not understand that last year Caesar had made a speech in his city, promising to grant citizenship to everyone who actively contributed to the treasury of the republic. people, but why is this city so unfriendly to itself now.

So when Brutus helped him up, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "Thank you dear man, it would be great if this city were as generous as you. I also regard myself as a citizen of Rome. What does the Republic want? Shoes, leather, or military supplies, I will fully support it!”

But then Brutus also let him go, and then said to this man with complicated emotions: "Unfortunately, I still can't treat you as a compatriot. You have not experienced the great republican movement in Rome, and have not experienced the great republican movement in Rome." We fought against the invading Gauls and did not serve as the country's shield and sword when Hannibal invaded. When this country had sacrificed everything that should be sacrificed, and when we began to enjoy the gifts of our ancestors, you broke in and destroyed the original. It’s our right to dismantle and plunder. So I’m sorry—in my mind, you are outright robbers.”

The shoemaker didn't know where to thank Brutus. It was still time to refute him, but let it be that way. This man still left the square in front of the temple with a confused mood.

In fact, Brutus's mood at this time was even more complicated and confused. At the Neruda Colosseum at the end of the street, the cheers were getting louder and louder, and there were people constantly holding things, which were all given to them by Caesar. gift. Rushing towards the place where competitions and racing were held, the streets were filled with skinny prostitutes, who kept coughing heartbreakingly, but still shouted with all their strength, asking the new citizens of the foreign country to "spend a few ass, and you can be here in the country" It feels good on us." Next to the prostitutes, in front of various temples, there were veterans with missing arms and legs, holding up their bowls and loudly begging the people to take pity on them who were disabled while serving the country.

"Rome, Rome. You have become a prostitute now, haven't you? Anyone can trample, humiliate and ravage your body as long as they spend money. From now on, the seven hills will no longer be a place for gods to dance. Lin Yuanchizawa, dirty prostitutes, disabled veterans, arrogant upstarts, and indulgent and weak social elites will fill this city." Brutus couldn't help but feel various emotions as he looked at the chaotic apocalyptic scene in front of him. He came, holding on to the pillars of the arcade on the street, ready to stop and take a breath, but then he saw that the corridor was full of trophies displayed by Caesar, those blood-stained things, which Caesar had brought from the Gauls and Buenos Aires. They were stripped from the corpses of Lythons and Pontians, no, there were many corpses of the same Romans, including those of his uncle, including the great Pompey. "The cold Romans, before they did not climb Go to the city wall, climb to the arcade, climb to the chimney of your house, just to catch a glimpse of Pompey's golden chariot, pulled by the Numidian elephants, walking in from the city gate. At that time, their The cheers almost made the entire Tiber River boil and flow back, but now they began to go crazy for Caesar again. Pompey's bones were gone and were left forever in the desert salt lakes of Africa, but the Romans were again in his midst. There was a feast on the dead body. Sure enough, what the Sibyl prophecy said was right. Great Rome, it will not be foreign enemies who rape you in the future, but your own sons. You will no longer be respected, because they will I’ll rape you endlessly, but you don’t need to win sympathy. It’s all your own fault. Who told you to raise a bunch of man-eating beasts? You deserve it!”

After thinking about it, Brutus couldn't help but hold on to the pillar and began to vomit continuously, like a lonely and drunk man.

"Philosophers have said that you shouldn't drink alcohol in the early morning, let alone an outstanding nobleman who will serve as a legal officer in the coming year." Hearing this voice, Brutus looked behind him and saw Antony with a relaxed expression. , looking at him with a bit of schadenfreude.

Brutus glared coldly, then he held onto the column and walked towards another street without saying anything, but Antony followed him and asked, "Tell me, Caesar's trust in you is right, you won't stab his body with the sword." But in the smoke and noise, Brutus said nothing and continued to move forward. Antony's questioning became more and more sharp, "Brutus, Cassius, don't think that I or Caesar have no spies in this city, are blind or deaf, and can be manipulated by you two. Caesar is just kind-hearted. Many senators participated in your plan on the surface, but secretly ran to tell Caesar to turn himself in. Although you did not leave your names or sacrifice to the gods during the secret meeting for the sake of caution, no matter what the spies and traitors said, Caesar was still deceiving himself. He always said that - 'What do you say? Brutus will not do this, nor will he participate in it.' If you still have a conscience If you are not wise and reasonable, then listen to me. It is all true. If Caesar dies in the future and finds you and me in the will, then you will recall my advice today and we will both regret it. "

After hearing the last sentence, Brutus stood up, leaned against the pillar, looked down on Antony, and then laughed bitterly with contempt, "Sure enough, you are also here for Caesar's legacy. What else do you want to do, consul? Cavalry commander? Dictator? Or do you want to be the eighth king of Rome like Caesar? Legacy, legacy, you are like a beautiful middle-aged woman, every bastard man wants to ride on you, I would like to advise you, the descendant of the great civilian orator Antony, that everything starts from greed and everything ends with greed. If you want to do something, you have to abandon these things. "After saying that, he left Antony standing there and walked away, heading towards his mansion.

"Foolish man." Antony said helplessly, but he still thought of going to remind Caesar of this conspiracy, because the senator named Luca came to his house yesterday and handed out a list of more than 60 conspirators. As a result, when he just turned the corner, he saw the team of virgins, led by the serious-looking Li Xiliya.

Antony hurriedly crossed his hands and stood on the side of the road to make way, showing respect.

As a result, Li Xiliya said to Antony coldly at the moment of passing by, "Just treat it as God's voice to you - that is, there is no share for you in Caesar's will." (To be continued...)

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