Chapter 7 Confrontation (Part 2)

"A pair of slutty bugs." Adiana saw Demetrius wailing and begging for mercy, and then looked at Stratonis, who was lying half-dead on the ground, then stood up and took a whimper. Demetrius slapped her face. At this time, the moon rose beyond the thick clouds. Adiana left a long and narrow shadow on the ground, turned around and walked towards the small palace.

The mosaic mural in the main hall of the palace is actually a portrait of Agassiz, the Achayan king who was killed by her. Adiana looked at the king who died at her hands with contempt. In the picture, he was majestic and indulgent. The horse held a spear and trampled countless enemies and hooves. "The more stupid and weak a person is, the more they like to make up for themselves in illusory places." Several eunuchs respectfully took off her coat and blouse. Adiana wore a loose, full-length robe. She walked into the inner palace and sat in front of the bronze mirror. She took off her jewelry and crowns and put them away. She was relieved from the tension and fatigue of the day. She was indeed very tired, but at least she was in a winning situation now. She looked at the mirror. She smiled with satisfaction. When facing the Jew Demetrius, her words were so bold, so bold that it is unbelievable to think about it now.

Unbelievable, her face turned red. She was afraid that the night wind was too cool and she would get cold, so she stood up, closed the floor-to-ceiling curtains that protected the wind, and then stood there with her back and bare feet. , holding the curtain with both hands behind her back, feeling extremely hot under her lower abdomen, she raised her head and bit her teeth, her eyes became turbulent. It was obvious that her words just now turned into a crazy delusion, and then she slowly lay down She got up on the bed, lying in the fragrance of incense and flowers, with clouds of chestnut hair scattered around her whole body, and she began to have a fantasy: on the deck of the white sail ship, her whole body was naked, bathed in the starlight and the reflection of the sea water. , Karabis also walked up to her and picked her up easily and arrogantly...

It suddenly occurred to her that there was a legend that the combination of black truffles and chicken had magical aphrodisiac properties, or maybe she had deceived herself because she subconsciously asked Calabis to make this dish.

In the endless lustful delusions, Adiana turned her face sideways, trembled all over, and her hands involuntarily touched her lips, neck, chest and lower abdomen...

"Amphorae, Calabis..." The curtains were so monotonous that they swayed back and forth in the wind.

Calabis, the "Kitchen God Elf" who walked out of the palace, walked directly towards the end of the street. Several people pulled a two-wheeled carriage and stood waiting for him at the intersection. "Go north, the faster the better, take the box with you." Give it to me." One person tied the suitcases with ropes and tied them to the back of the car to prevent bumps, and then galloped towards the far north of the city amidst the sound of horse hooves and sparkling wheels.

Around the afternoon of the next day, Karabis stood in front of the genuine Eighth Army camp with his suitcases in hand.

"Who are you?" In the coach's camp, the commander of the Eighth Army, Terry Ali, asked with his hands on his hands and looking at Karabis standing in front of him.

"Dear Commander, you don't recognize me, but I knew you, on the battlefield of Lekdania, three years ago."

Triali's face immediately showed shame and anger. He was very taboo about others mentioning that war, and he was even less willing to be called the slanderous nickname "Lekdaniacus". As a result, he now automatically The word "Lekdania" was filtered out. But Karabis continued with a smile, "Actually, why bother, Your Excellency Commander. There is a saying in my hometown that once a general goes to the battlefield, winning or losing a battle is as common as drinking wine mixed with water. But... ....”

"Who the hell are you!" Terry Ali couldn't bear to say anything anymore, so he was about to ask the auxiliary soldiers to drive him away.

"I am the one who can restore your reputation, Your Excellency Commander. Because the Eighth Legion lost its eagle flag, it became the most discriminated and marginalized legion in the entire East. I heard that Pompey will only replenish the pirates who surrendered to you, but Even so, I heard that you still spent hundreds of thousands of sesterces to keep the position of commander, but it is useless. I heard that you climbed up from the slums step by step and finally got it now. You have obtained the title of knight and are preparing to gain meritorious service in the army like Pompey, but you failed like this for the first time you commanded the troops, you idiot!" Calabis said this, holding down Triali's desk, condescendingly. The ground roared angrily, like a veteran who came to supervise the Eighth Army.

"You bastard!" Terry Ali's face turned blue and he was about to explode.

But Calabis continued to storm: "Don't evade my question! Think about it, a knight certification requires three to four hundred thousand sesterces, and you are trying to get the position of legion commander, and you have to spend at least five hundred thousand, and you lose the battle. Later, it cost hundreds of thousands to plead for mercy. But your nightmare is not over yet, because the legions in the East are about to march to Rome, and the soldiers are disarming and returning to their fields. But as for you, I heard that your service career is coming to an end. The retired knights will lead their horses and walk in front of the big altar of the Temple of War. The censor will sit on top with you below. Then the censor will ask you in front of all the people - Triali, what do you think about you? What is your opinion and evaluation of your service career? ——Then, your answer, yes, Mr. Inspector, I have no other achievements, I just threw the eagle flag of my regiment to the enemy. Then you are finished, Terry. Your Excellency Ali, it's completely over." Karabis stepped back, clapped his hands, and emphasized the tone of the words "completely over." "What else can you do in the future, a knight with such serious stains in his service career? What can you do? Your political opponents don't even bother to criticize you. They only want to mention the Eagle Flag a little bit. "

"I can, I can, after Pompey's victory, retrieve the eagle flag from the Pontus people." Triali gave up the idea of ​​calling for service, and his lips trembled with excitement.

Calabis narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue: "Don't be stupid, my dear Commander, there is no eagle flag at all in the Pontus because it was captured by our Thirteenth Legion."

"What are you talking about? How dare you hide the Eagle Flag privately? Who gave you the courage?" Terry Ali tried his best to pretend to be dignified, trying to use his title and authority to intimidate the young man into handing over the Eagle Flag. , "What position do you hold in the Thirteenth Legion? I can ask General Petnaeus to punish you severely right now. As long as you hand over the eagle flag, before it's too late, I can also consider giving you a thousand drachmas." ”

Calabis smiled, pointed at Triali with his finger and said, "I am Calabis Cornelius Marcus, the envoy of the Thirteenth Legion. I will take care of your property in Rome and Campania now." I can ask Crassus's Knight Centurion to use money to eradicate you. As long as you listen to me, it's still not too late. I can consider giving you an honorable retirement and a chance to continue to enter the political arena. "

Triali's eyes were aimed at the box in Calabis' hand. He sneered twice and raised his hand toward the outside of the tent. (To be continued.)