Cleopatra's younger brother

It is actually not so accurate to say that it is a taboo. It is said that people have two sides. For example, people have a kind side, an evil side, a timid side, and a bold side.

Which character is strong, this person is that character.

It is said that wine is strong and cowardly, and wine is a catalyst for some people.

For example, Ptolemy XIII, as long as he drank too much wine, the blackening of his character would come out.

A blackened personality is not a bad thing for a person, but one cannot always be drunk in bars.

Moreover, when he was drunk, his performance was unstable. Sometimes, Ptolemy XIII would become another person after drunk, and sometimes he would be himself. In short, it was very uncertain.

Like today, Ptolemy Shisan feels that he is in a good state, and he should inspire another personality. In fact, he also doubts whether he has a split personality. Others don't change as much as he does after getting drunk.

However, he had seen a psychiatrist, and he was sure it was not. Ptolemy XIII thought that maybe he was too aggrieved in his usual life, and the resentment in his heart was aroused when he got drunk.

Putting down the wine glass, Ptolemy XIII glanced at the women.

He touched his nose lightly, his appearance was still the same, but the aura around him had changed. He lifted up a woman in front of him, with an evil/charming smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Ptolemy Kingdom..." Before the woman finished speaking, Ptolemy XIII put his finger on her lips.

"Hush." ​​Ptolemy XIII shook his head, "There is no king today, just me and you."

Ptolemy turned around and raised his wine glass, took a sip of the wine, clasped the head of the woman in front of him, pressed his lips against each other, and the woman present made a sound of inhaling.

It took a long time for Ptolemy Thirteen to let go of the woman in front of him, "My beauty, is this wine good?" There was a half smile and a third bewitching in the words.

The woman's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were a little distracted. She nodded subconsciously, her eyes still on Ptolemy XIII's lips.

She swore that this was a kiss she would never forget in her life.

Ptolemy XIII smiled, raised his wine glass, and said to the dazed women, "My beauties, let's have a carnival here tonight."

The wine was drained, and the soundtrack played. Different from the previous music, this beautiful tune is really amazing and intoxicating.

As the soundtrack sounded, several brave male slaves came in. They were fair-skinned and well-built. They were not native Egyptian slaves, but slaves of Greek descent or prisoners of war specially selected by Ptolemy XIII.

He could see that the eyes of those women flashed with amazement.

At first some ladies were still reluctant to let go, but as they drank more and more enjoyment, they became more and more courageous, and some of them came directly to Ptolemy XIII and rubbed against his body.

Although Ptolemy XIII did not have the muscular body of those men, for some reason, he was particularly fascinating tonight.

Ptolemy XIII did not refuse the women who posted them. He responded to their teasing/teasing, but it was all a little bit, but the more this happened, the more interested the women were.

It wasn't until the woman came that Ptolemy Thirteen's slightly narrowed eyes opened.

Healthy wheat-colored skin, coupled with deeper facial features due to mixed blood, although petite, but well-proportioned just right, just looking at her appearance, she is absolutely right for Kia Chiles' love for her.

As soon as Neferi walked in front of Ptolemy XIII, he took the woman into his arms.

Domineering yet gentle.

"Nefeli." He called her name.

The woman was a little surprised, but behind her was a pride that she didn't even realize. Among so many women, this person recognized herself. I have to say that this greatly satisfied her vanity.

"The Thirteen Kingdoms of Ptolemy." Before she could speak, Ptolemy embraced him, and their eyes met, their noses almost touching their noses.

"Call me Ptolemy." Ptolemy Thirteen said every word, with deep eyes, which made people intoxicated.

Neferi's heart skipped a beat, her hands were tightly clutching Ptolemy XIII's waist, and only his appearance was in her eyes. She really would never have dreamed of such a scene.

Before that, she hated Ptolemy XIII very much. As we all know, this person is a waste.

And it's a waste of a man and a woman.

Although Achiles, the man in her family, had always wanted to get rid of Ptolemy XIII, but he was a man after all, how could he not be tempted to see such an appearance.

Neferi will never forget that when he was drunk, he often called Ptolemy XIII's name, which is really a great shame for a woman.

She had defeated so many women to become the most beloved woman by Achiles' side, but unexpectedly she lost to a man, a man she couldn't touch.

But tonight undoubtedly changed all her thoughts.

Sure enough, the rumors were not credible. Although the man in front of him was very beautiful, no one would associate him with women.

"My dear Nefiri, can I ask you to dance?" Ptolemy XIII's breath sprayed on Nefiri's face, the mellow wine, coupled with that intoxicating voice, made Nefiri dazed At this time, no matter what Ptolemy XIII said, she would nod in agreement.

Ptolemy XIII smiled, he let go of Neferi's waist, stood up, then stretched out a hand, bent down and made a gesture of invitation.

In this patriarchal country, there is no doubt that women are greatly respected.

Neferi took Ptolemy XIII's hand and stood up slowly.Neferi is relatively petite, and Ptolemy XIII is taller than her. When she got up, Ptolemy XIII pulled forward, and Neferi directly reached Ptolemy XIII's arms.

The chest was much wider and more comfortable than she had imagined, and for a moment, Neferi didn't want to leave.

Ptolemy XIII tapped his finger, the sound of the music changed again, melodious dance music sounded, and Ptolemy XIII always had an enchanted smile on his face.

He took Neferi dancing a dance step that he had never seen before. With the guidance of Ptolemy XIII, Neferi followed his footsteps and turned this gorgeous dance step by step.

The other women in the palace stopped, and all their eyes were fixed on the two of them, with surprise and jealousy, but Neferi completely ignored those women. At this moment, her heart was only throbbing.

Qu Bi, Ptolemy XIII printed a shallow kiss on her hand.

Neferi shyly waited for the next step, she had already forgotten in her heart, whose woman she was.

Ptolemy XIII raised the corners of his mouth, but did not move forward. He glanced at Portinos.

With just a glance, Portinos immediately understood the meaning of his king. He cleared his throat, "The banquet is over."

Disappointment flashed across Neferi's eyes. She looked at Ptolemy XIII with some reluctance. Achilles wasn't here these days...

Ptolemy XIII walked past Neferi and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Wait for me."

Ptolemy XIII walked out, and Neferi was still in a daze. When she turned around, Ptolemy XIII had disappeared.

Ptolemy XIII rubbed his own sunscreen. The wine had a strong stamina, which made him feel hot all over, and his sanity was not as clear as before.

He wanted to go to the palace to rest early, but unexpectedly, he ran into someone he didn't want to see at this time.

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21|chapter21

"Caesar." Ptolemy narrowed his eyes and glanced at Portinos.

Portinos shook his head innocently. He really followed Ptolemy XIII's instructions and kept the dinner secret from Caesar.

"Great..." Portinos was about to explain, but Ptolemy XIII gave him a cold look, which made him shudder, and he swallowed the words abruptly.

I don't know what's going on, the king is still the king, but this character seems to be a different person, and his aura is not inferior to the Roman in front of him.

Like a child who made a mistake, Portinos almost lowered his head to the ground.

Now that they have met, Ptolemy XIII simply walked in front of Caesar generously, the person standing in front of him now is Caesar, even if God stood in front of him, Ptolemy XIII would not fear.

"The most beautiful night scene in Egypt, I don't know if Caesar wants to enjoy it with me." Ptolemy Thirteen walked in front of Caesar step by step, without the fear and panic of the past, with a natural and generous aura, just like a real king.

Caesar looked at Ptolemy XIII in front of him, his eyes met, and no one moved his eyes away.

In just one day, Ptolemy changed too many sides, some flustered, some stupid, some cunning, some helpless, but only this side made Caesar feel threatened.

Caesar stared at Ptolemy XIII, and Ptolemy XIII also looked at him. Although neither side spoke, it was a silent duel.

There was silence for a while.

The guards behind Caesar held their swords tightly, and the guards behind Ptolemy XIII also held their swords nervously. The difference was that their standing posture was not as straight as those of Caesar's guards, and their legs took a step back. , only Portinos straightened his back and took a step forward.

Of course, Ptolemy XIII saw the small actions of these people.

"It seems that my respected guest is not interested in the night view of Alexandria." Ptolemy XIII broke the deadlock first. He said with some regret, looking at the moonlight coming in from the gate outside the palace. , reflecting the marble floor.

The coast, the moonlight, the stars, you don't need to look at it, just think about it to know what the scenery looks like outside.

"What a pity." Ptolemy XIII sighed and turned to look at Caesar. "Alexander's night is very quiet. With the protection of Amon's body, even poisonous snakes dare not go out."

When talking about the poisonous snake, Ptolemy Thirteen narrowed his eyes, and there was a three-point provocation in his eyes.

Caesar clenched his hand tightly. If he remembered correctly, this was the second time he provoked himself.

The corners of Ptolemy Thirteen's lips curled slightly, "Since the respected guest doesn't want to watch the night scene, I can only enjoy it alone."

"The invitation of King Ptolemy, I really want to see how beautiful this night is." Caesar stood in front of Ptolemy XIII.

Ptolemy XIII looked up and smiled at Caesar, "That's really an honor." He didn't add a subject to this sentence, and different people have different meanings. Of course, what Ptolemy XIII meant was that Caesar an honor.

Caesar waved to the guards around him, telling them to retreat. In front of Ptolemy XIII, Caesar didn't need to protect him yet.

Similarly, Ptolemy XIII also waved his hand to make those who followed him back down.

Caesar did not take himself seriously, and Ptolemy XIII also did not take Caesar seriously.

Everyone retreated, leaving only Caesar and Ptolemy XIII in the palace.

Ptolemy XIII stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation. He was polite but not flattering at all. Such a demeanor really looked like a king.

Caesar went first, followed by Ptolemy XIII, but he did not follow behind him, but walked side by side with Caesar.

The door of the temple opened, and the moonlight poured in. The coast under the moonlight was particularly calm, and the wind that blew past carried the breath of the sea.

In the middle of the night, the lights go out.

There is only a little bit of light brought by the bright moon hanging high in the sky and the stars around it.

It's been a long time since I've breathed such fresh air.

Ptolemy XIII took a deep breath and relaxed his body and mind. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten that there was another person beside him.

"Has Caesar remembered the location of this coast?" Ptolemy XIII opened his arms, facing the sea breeze.

Caesar took a step forward, and Ptolemy XIII turned around, putting his arm around Caesar's neck.

He tiptoed, such a height difference made him very uncomfortable.

Ptolemy XIII pulled down hard, using the focus of his force to pull Caesar closer to him.

The tip of the nose touches the tip of the nose, in addition to the salty sea breeze, there is also the aroma of wine.

Caesar narrowed his eyes and covered his cold gaze, "This is not something His Majesty needs to worry about." The words already carried a warning. Now Ptolemy XIII is just a puppet, and the right to life and death is in Caesar's hands.

"Achilles has the map of the coastline." Ptolemy XIII suddenly let go of his hand, and he stepped back a few steps, lazily leaning on the pillar outside the temple.

"Caesar, do you want it?" Ptolemy XIII stretched out his hand towards Caesar.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his eyes were lazy, and the moonlight was shining on him. At this time, Ptolemy Thirteen was not beautiful.

Caesar closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them. The fluctuations in his eyes had disappeared. He walked slowly in front of Ptolemy XIII, put his hands against the pillar, and wrapped Ptolemy XIII in his arms.

Caesar lowered his head, "The third time."

This was the third time Ptolemy XIII threatened him.

Presumably Caesar's seriousness, Ptolemy XIII looked at him lazily, not afraid of the killing intent in his eyes, he just looked at him like this, the sculpted facial features, deep eyes, he really liked it type.

"Don't want it?" Ptolemy XIII said again. Of course, Caesar wanted the topographic map of Alexandria, so that he could completely control the country.

"I don't need it." Caesar answered him coldly. With his ability, he would definitely get a small map before he left.

Ptolemy XIII laughed out loud, this is the Caesar in history, the arrogant, confident, but ups and downs Caesar.

"Then Caesar, what do you want?"

Caesar didn't answer Ptolemy XIII, just looked at him.

"Right." Ptolemy XIII gave the answer himself, and it was also the answer in Caesar's heart.

"Then Caesar, do you know what I want at this moment?" Ptolemy XIII asked again, still looking lazy.

"What do you want, I don't..." Before Caesar could utter his cold words, his mouth was blocked by someone's softness, with the slightest smell of wine.

"I want you, Caesar."

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22|chapter20

Ptolemy XIII deepened the kiss, sweeping Caesar's mouth with his tongue.

This kiss was domineering and possessive, and even gained the upper hand when Caesar was in a daze.

This was the first time Caesar was kissed by someone, and it was a man.

Danger flashed in Caesar's eyes, but instead of pushing Ptolemy XIII away, he held his head and took a step forward without a single gap between them.

Caesar kissed frantically, or to be precise, gnawed at the person in front of him, and Ptolemy XIII did not show weakness. In the quiet night, the sound of waves lapping on the shore was mixed with the sound of sex.

After all, Ptolemy XIII was defeated. Of course, the reason why he was at a disadvantage was not because of his momentum, but because of his physical strength.

A pampered king and a leader who has experienced battles, the result can be imagined.

Since you can't fight back, you might as well enjoy it. Ptolemy Thirteen narrowed his eyes slightly, and his body, which had been tense just now, relaxed.

I don't know how long it took before Caesar let go of Ptolemy XIII, his eyes were bloodshot.

Under the moonlight, the man's red lips were slightly swollen, and there was a faint smile on his face, which gave Caesar another urge to bend over.

Ptolemy XIII smiled, he pursed his lips, and put his fingers against Caesar's lips when he was about to make the next move.

This kind of thing is fine once, and this character after drunk is really not suitable to be a passive party.

"Caesar, I'm using the coastal map to exchange the status of an ally, what do you think?"

Caesar narrowed his eyes and looked at Ptolemy XIII dangerously.

Ptolemy XIII was indifferent, "Caesar, what you need now is an ally, not a puppet."

He said in an affirmative tone, as if he was telling a fact.

Egypt is far away from Rome, and Rome needs supplies from Egypt, but the premise is that Egypt can settle down. As we all know, although Rome is powerful, the local residents of Egypt are very hostile to the Romans.

At no time should one underestimate the power of the bottom man.

If Rome ruled Egypt for one day, then the Ptolemaic dynasty would be in chaos for one day, so only one person, or to be precise, a name was needed to rule Egypt indirectly.

But this person can't be too cowardly, after all, this piece of fat in Egypt is stared at by many people.

"But I don't need a threat," Caesar responded.

Hearing this, Ptolemy XIII not only did not show the slightest panic, but laughed instead.

"It's an honor to be a threat to Julius Caesar."

Caesar's face froze for a moment, and then he looked at Ptolemy XIII like a hungry wolf, but he was greeted with fearless eyes.

"With a complete map, you can take advantage of Egypt's weakness. Caesar, it's not you who will suffer in the end from this deal."

Caesar sneered, looking at the eyes that did not lose his aura in the slightest, there is no free lunch in this world.

"I just want to be the pharaoh of the Ptolemaic Dynasty in peace and stability." Ptolemy XIII said, although this is the most sincere thought in his heart, it is obvious that this idea does not belong to him at the moment.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you." Ptolemy XIII looked up into Caesar's eyes, with some helplessness in his eyes, let the sea breeze blow like this, his mind cleared up a lot, and the wine seemed to be about to wake up.

"If Julius Caesar can't even make this decision, heh." Ptolemy Thirteen sneered, "I might really die." There was a three-point smile in his words, which seemed to be a joke, but also It seems to be serious.

Ptolemy XIII rubbed his sunbones, the salty sea breeze lightened his dizziness, and brought a trace of drowsiness. Ptolemy XIII took a step forward and put his head on the Caesar's chest, "Think slowly, I'm waiting for your answer."

After saying this, he didn't move.

Caesar looked at someone in his arms and wanted to shake him awake, but his hands reached his shoulders and stopped again.

At this time, Ptolemy XIII had completely dissipated the powerful aura just now, and nestled quietly in Caesar's arms like a kitten.

This state seems to have returned to when Caesar first met him.

As the night deepened, the sea wind became stronger and stronger, and the waves hitting the coast became more and more turbulent.

Caesar withdrew his gaze, blocked it with his hand, carried Ptolemy XIII on his shoulders, and strode towards the palace.

Although he didn't want to admit it, everyone aroused Caesar's interest.

I thought it was a cat and mouse relationship, but now it looks more like a competition between two cheetahs.

Caesar carried Ptolemy XIII back to the temple, but found that there was no one in the temple, and none of the so-called "loyal" slaves of Ptolemy XIII showed up.

Caesar looked at the emptiness around him, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth. He seemed to be really confused just now, and he was knocked out of his head by someone's momentum.

How could he have forgotten that Ptolemy XIII has no rights at all.

Without any weight, he still wants to make a deal with himself?

But thinking of the firm and confident eyes of that person just now, there was no trace of acting, and I don't know where his confidence comes from.

Caesar couldn't see through this man.

"Use the chart of the coast in exchange for the status of an ally." Caesar repeated the conditions that Ptolemy XIII had just said, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of Caesar's mouth. It doesn't matter if he agrees.

He wants to see how Ptolemy XIII will complete this empty-handed white wolf plan without his own help, which is really exciting.

Caesar stayed in the palace for a while, and in the end, the servants of Ptolemy XIII did not come. It is really sad, the life of the dignified king of the Ptolemaic dynasty is so worthless.

Since no one came to pick him up, Caesar simply threw Ptolemy XIII on the ground.

Ptolemy XIII had a problem. Once he fell asleep after being drunk, he couldn't get up no matter what happened.

Caesar walked past him, and Ptolemy XIII lay on the ground unaffected, and even smacked his mouth very sweetly. It could be seen that he was sleeping soundly.

Caesar's footsteps stopped again, his eyes subconsciously looked at the man on the ground, looking at the well-cut clothes, showing his figure to the most perfect state.

The sea breeze blew in through the gate, carrying a faint salty smell.

Caesar's eyes seemed to darken for a moment, and the steps that had already been stepped back were reversed.

He looked at the sweet Ptolemy XIII sleeping on the ground, suddenly bent down, carried him on his shoulders again, and then strode towards the palace where he lived.

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23|chapter23

Looking at the man on Caesar's shoulders, although he couldn't see his face clearly, Caesar's subordinates knew that this man was Ptolemy XIII just by looking at his attire.

It's just Caesar, what does it mean to bring Ptolemy XIII back?

Could it be that Ptolemy XIII just wanted to play some tricks with Caesar, and was directly knocked out by Caesar and brought back?

Caesar ignored the gazes of these people, came to his own palace, and threw Ptolemy XIII directly on the bed. Ptolemy XIII slept soundly, but he still didn't wake up after being tossed by Caesar so much. He rubbed the soft bed On the other side, find a comfortable place, hug Caesar's pillow and continue to sleep soundly.

Caesar looked at the man who was sleeping like a dead pig, and the corners of his mouth twitched. In fact, he himself didn't know what kind of evil he had just fallen into, so he just carried this man back.

When everyone saw this, they all laughed secretly, they understood.

Without Caesar's order, everyone retreated consciously.

In this great palace, only Caesar and Ptolemy XIII were left.

Caesar sat on the edge of the bed, and stretched out his hand to grab Ptolemy XIII. His face was reddened by Caesar, and he didn't respond at all.

At this time, Ptolemy XIII was as quiet as a little white rabbit, and no one could connect him with the him just now.

Caesar looked at him, let go of his hand, and then gently stroked Ptolemy XIII's lips with his fingers, his eyes narrowed slightly, feeling that his throat was a little dry.

"Hmm." Ptolemy Thirteen snorted, probably because he was thirsty, and he wanted to lick his lips, but unexpectedly put Caesar's finger in his mouth.

Caesar's fingers froze, but someone didn't respond. He sucked/sucked slowly, probably feeling that the taste was not right, his brows were slightly frowned, and then pushed Caesar's fingers out with his tongue.

Caesar looked at his wet fingertips, his eyes darkened suddenly, and an unprecedented feeling lingered in his heart.

The more unpredictable something is, the more interesting it is.

Caesar's eyes on Ptolemy XIII gradually deepened, and he bent down, facing Ptolemy XIII.

But at this time, Ptolemy XIII suddenly sat up. His eyes were hazy, and he stared blankly at the magnified handsome face of Caesar in front of him, then grinned.

Before Caesar realized what was going on with that smile, Ptolemy XIII rushed over.

"Caesar, Caesar the Great." Ptolemy XIII hugged Caesar tightly, not only hugging Caesar with his arms, but also coiling Caesar up with his legs.

After Ptolemy XIII drank, he would occasionally suffer from such a problem. It would be fine if he fell asleep, but once he woke up, he would have to make a fuss for a while.

"Caesar, you are my idol, do you know that?" Ptolemy Thirteen faltered, first he said it with a smile, and then he cried.

"I, I, what crime did I commit to come to this ghost place." He raised his head, squeezed his face vigorously with his hands, then looked at Caesar, and squeezed Caesar's face with his hands again.

It’s all about coming to Egypt, why did he become this short-lived ghost, why can’t he be Caesar, and why can’t he be Octavian.

With the strength of wine, all the unwillingness came to my heart.

"It's really too bad." Saying that, Ptolemy XIII patted his face again.

What Ptolemy XIII said was that his fate was too poor, but from the perspective of outsiders, what Ptolemy XIII meant was that Caesar was much worse than himself.

Not to mention, this Ptolemy thirteen hands are really strong, and Caesar's face is a little red from being pinched by him.

Caesar looked at the drunken Ptolemy XIII in front of him speechlessly, and the throbbing in his heart was gone now.

"Sleep." Caesar said coldly.

The confused Ptolemy XIII blinked his eyes, then shook his head.

Regardless of whether Ptolemy XIII was blackened or fragmented after being drunk, the same thing is that he is very courageous.

"Caesar, do you want to sleep with me?" Ptolemy Thirteen said surprisingly, he knelt up, it was so good that Caesar's eyes met, and his arms were on Caesar's neck.

"Sleep." Caesar said again, in a commanding tone.

Alcohol paralyzes one's nerves and disturbs one's mind, which is why Caesar didn't drink.

But Ptolemy XIII got excited. He leaned in front of Caesar, "Caesar, you like me." Ptolemy XIII said in a bewitching voice. With a faint smile and red eyes due to drunkenness, it seems so blurred at the moment.

Caesar took a deep breath and took off the arm of Ptolemy XIII that was on his shoulder. Ptolemy XIII wanted to struggle, but Caesar held both hands of Ptolemy 13 with just one hand .

"I'm talking about the last time, sleep."

This time the tone was much lower and colder than the previous two.

If the normal Ptolemy XIII heard such words, he might restrain himself with lingering fear, but he who was drunk, especially Ptolemy XIII who had not turned black after drunk, did not have such a thing as a brain at all.

With his hands imprisoned, Ptolemy began to be dishonest when he was thirteen feet away. He sat down, gently teased Caesar's little brother with his feet, and hummed in cooperation.

Caesar's eyes darkened. If it were an ordinary man, he would definitely be unable to bear it at this moment. However, he is Caesar, the Roman Caesar, and his willpower is of course higher than that of ordinary people.

Caesar stood up, and then Ptolemy XIII also stood up with Caesar, to be precise, he was lifted up by Caesar.

Ptolemy XIII was suspended in mid-air, and this feeling of not being up or down made him very uncomfortable.

He leaned forward, trying to hook his whole body on Caesar's body, but Caesar had already seen this little trick.

Caesar stretched out his right hand, squinted his eyes, and quickly landed on the back of Ptolemy XIII's neck. Ptolemy XIII, who was still rambunctious, became quiet.

Caesar glanced at the fainted Ptolemy XIII, and was about to throw him to the ground.

The arms were stretched out, but Caesar stretched them back halfway through.

Caesar threw Ptolemy XIII onto the bed with a bang, and it was estimated that Ptolemy XIII would wake up in the morning, and the pain was inevitable.

"Ptolemy XIII." Caesar looked at Ptolemy XIII lying on his back on the bed, and silently recited his name.

Few people can control Caesar's mood swings to such an extent.

Caesar rubbed his nipples and took a deep breath.

He turned his head and glanced at Ptolemy Thirteen, then turned and left.

The guards next to Caesar watched Caesar come out so early, with a little surprise in their eyes, why so fast?

But looking at Caesar with a sullen face, even if everyone had great doubts in their hearts, they didn't dare to show it on their faces.

"Let those Egyptians take their king away." After saying this, Caesar turned and returned to the temple.

Not to mention, Portinos has always been very positive about Ptolemy XIII.

After a while, Bordinos and his men stood outside Caesar's Palace.

Just as Portinos cleared his throat and was about to shout, he was stopped by Caesar's guards.

"Go in and take your king away." The somewhat arrogant tone made Bordinos very upset. This is still on the territory of Egypt, what are you talking about.

But even if there was a lot of reluctance, Portinos didn't have the guts to yell at them at the moment.

As soon as he entered the palace, Portinos took a glance, and his gaze was directly fixed on Ptolemy XIII who was lying on the bed.

"My great..." Before Portinos finished speaking, he received the coldness from Caesar's eyes.

He quickly shut up.

After tossing for a long time, Ptolemy XIII finally returned to his palace.

It was noon the next day that Ptolemy XIII woke up.

"Hiss." Ptolemy Thirteen frowned. As soon as he raised his arm, he felt sore all over his body, as if he had gone through some strenuous exercise.

Ptolemy XIII froze for a moment, and then relaxed when he felt that there was nothing unusual under his body, but he seemed a little disappointed.

Ptolemy XIII covered his head, thinking about what happened last night.

Although he was drunk, Ptolemy XIII still remembered some of the things he did.

"****, I actually made an alliance with Caesar!" The remaining memory in his mind told Ptolemy Thirteen what a big thing he did last night.

Using the coastal map in exchange for the status of the alliance, Ptolemy XIII has forgotten how he said it.

But anyway, Caesar seems to agree.

I have to admit that the character and emotional intelligence after being drunk are much better than the current character.

Now Ptolemy XIII, he began to admire himself.

However, Ptolemy XIII does not remember the specific details and what the fragments of Ptolemy XIII did.

If my guess is correct, after yesterday's banquet, those women's views on him will definitely change.

This is the first step to success.

Ptolemy XIII got out from under the blanket and let out a long breath.

Thinking of what he was going to do next, he frowned.

"Bordinos." Ptolemy XIII shouted, and just after the words fell, Bordinos ran in.

"Prepare gifts for Caesar, and for my distinguished guests," Ptolemy XIII said.

"Yes, my great Ptolemy King."

"Wait, add a handful of sand to the gift." Ptolemy XIII added.

Portinos nodded, but did not understand, what does Ptolemy XIII mean, Sha?

Ptolemy XIII waved his hand and said nothing else to Portinos.

As soon as I stretched my arm, I felt severe pain.

Ptolemy XIII looked at his already bruised arm. He didn't need to look at his back. Just by looking at the degree of pain, Ptolemy XIII knew that the bruise must be worse than his arm.

He was a little puzzled, and also a little curious, what did Caesar do to him yesterday?

Why is there no problem with my lower body, but my body is bruised and purple?

Thinking about it, Ptolemy XIII had a malicious smile on his face.

This is really an opportunity God gave me!

Who would have thought that the great Caesar could not?

But it doesn't matter, Ptolemy XIII will let Caesar know that the following are equally happy.

It has to be said that human brain supplementation is sometimes a very tacit thing. Not only did Ptolemy XIII think too much, but even Caesar's subordinates thought too much.

So, there is such a rumor that has been circulating, hey, you know, Caesar can't do it.

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