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Volume 2 The Silver Face at the Colosseum Chapter 20 Curtain Call

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    Two years after Lepidus' triumphal victory in Parthia, the Roman Senate became increasingly declining and humble. The only thing they feared was the lifelong tribune, the high priest, the chief consul who had been in office for ten years, and the sacred oracle.  Gustave, the "Friend of God", would one day directly cancel the institution of the Senate because of his displeasure or political considerations.  £¤f However, the high priest did not seem to have such thoughts. He just set out to improve the Executive Yuan and local institutions.  No matter what, Rome prospered again, with land and ocean waterways extending in all directions. The roads in various administrative areas began to become more intensive and perfect with the country's heavy investment. Most of the funds came from the state's monopoly of materials, and a considerable amount of others.  Taxes from vassals and conquests against Britain, Dacia and Germany were gradually put on the agenda. However, Lepidus gave Leo the specific responsibility for these matters. "Don't be anxious to send troops, and don't be anxious to ask for help."  To win, you need war. Only in war can the people gain a sense of joy and dependence. Only in this way can your power and position become more consolidated, and only then can you demand more power from all parties. "This is what Lebida said to his son and heir.  Advice, because an empire should have three to four enemies, no matter whether the enemy is real or fake, enough to cause trouble, or just superficial.  When tributes from Egypt, Pontus, Syria and other places, as well as imported goods from long voyages, poured into Italy and Macedonia, the two cities of Rome and Lepidus rose rapidly.  Gradually it became prosperous, but even the Romans did not admit it.  But the empire's resources are still tilted towards the new capital like a lever.  Because Xindu is supported by taxes from the two richest regions of Asia Minor and Greece.  It also controls a wide range of land and sea trade, and Italy has just become the most beautiful burden.  In summer, on the outskirts of Ponticabion on the cool Euxian Sea, in a village close to the seaside, a small boat with its sails lowered is quietly half leaning on the beach, among a simple college with a semi-open colonnade on the shore.  , a bearded man about forty years old, was washing his hands in a basin of water.  Then he said goodbye to the young people who came one by one, "If you are going to study in the colleges of Miletus or Athens, you must be careful not to sail along the coast of Dacia, which is very dangerous. Instead, go to Colchis and go to Sinope first.  , and then take the land route. " "Yes, teacher." Several teenagers bowed and said thanks.  "By the way, Tominius, you should be interested in medicine. Then you can stop directly in Sinop. It is said that Queen Eubotia has recently opened a medical school in that city."  The medical skills of Thailand, Persia and Greece can all be refined there. But is this really good? Tominius, your family should want you to go to the seminary, learn the seven arts, and then start an official career."  The man said gently to Tominius.  But the young man named Tominius shook his head firmly, "In the future, I will become the most famous doctor in Ponticabion. I hope to be able to help everyone, including you and your wife." That  The man laughed and patted Tominius on the shoulder to encourage him. Then he told the children to hurry up and set off in the boat, otherwise it would be too late.  "Teacher, you have always taught us two hours a day, two hours for writing and writing books, and the rest of the time you spend with your wife to help her get healthy. You will soon send her to the hot spring at the foot of the mountain over there.  Isn¡¯t that right? Let¡¯s all help push the cart!¡± These children, led by Tominius, said in unison.  On the path leading from the seaside to the foothills, the man pushed his wife in a car. The wife had scars on her hands, but her face was full of happiness and warmth. The children were also helping on both sides of the car, talking and laughing.  "Teacher, I heard that you are writing a long history book, and you want to record all the career and merits and demerits of Augustus in Rome now. Is it true? Isn't the king in Rome angry with you?"  After hearing this, a panicked expression suddenly appeared on the man's wife's face. She silently held the man's hand. The man immediately understood and replied with a smile, "It's okay, Portia, that man won't stick to this."  What's more, this work of mine is just a tree hole where I pour my heart out. It will not be published. It will be hidden in Tominius's house after my death. Also, it is said that my mother is in  The City of Seven Hills is also very good. She has regained her youth and beauty. She can often attend palace and noble dances and is very popular. "The wife then smiled again, but she held her husband's hand and never let go.  She felt that this was the most secluded and beautiful place in the world, with seabirds chirping happily and circling above their heads. She had no worries now, nothing, everything was as peaceful as the Uxing Sea in summer.  ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª The Roman city of PulaiIn the villa of ??, the pregnant Corinna was holding her waist and sitting on a stone chair in the garden with a smile. Her black hair was casually pulled into a bun, and some of it was stuck to her beautiful forehead, because it was  With a slight drop of sweat, he watched his nephew Silanus sitting on his mother's knee across from him, pouting and vigorously rocking the little wooden horse with the bells - in the living room over the steps, Horace,  The most famous poets and scholars in the country, such as Virgil and Tyranion, were reciting poetry and debating in front of her husband Maecenas. Sometimes they would also express their opinions on the country's policies, but they were all in the form of praise.  Lord, while Maecenas smiled, listened politely, and only gently corrected the discussion when it went astray.  "Mama, after I give birth, I will take the child to live in Mama Yulia's Manor of Ofilenu for half a year. Now it's my turn to accompany her. When Papa went on a cruise to Spain last time, he  I¡¯ve lived there for two months, and I¡¯m afraid that Mama Yulia will be lonely now because of it.¡± As Corinna was talking, a postman appeared at the garden gate, with an expression of a big event on his face, and he hurriedly put the writing board in his hand.  He handed it to Poti's outstretched hand, and then bowed one by one, hoping to send this information to the man in the main hall as soon as possible. "There are also two other copies, which are being sent to the hands of His Excellency Leo and the High Priest."  "Brother is in the Executive Yuan. But didn't Papa just go on a tour in Greece and Asia with Habaruka?" At this time.  Boddy looked at the writing board.  Suddenly feeling lost, she looked at Corinna for a while, and then whispered, "It's an urgent message from Fonteus on the island of Malta." Corinna's heart sank slightly. She had nothing to do with him anymore, but  Recalling the past, he couldn't help but blurt out, "Is it Turinus?" Bodi nodded.  Then he said in a sad tone, "Turinus is dead." According to the letter, Turinus' death came suddenly. One day, as usual, the soldiers under Fonteus escorted him to the town.  Went there for a drink. Turinus was in a good mood that day and drank some wine. Then he went to the town bathroom to take a bath. However, he suddenly had a fever when he came back. He took herbs, massage and  No amount of bloodletting can stop it.  It is said that Turinus uttered only one sentence before his death.  "The pantomime has finally come to an end, Corinna" After hearing this description, Corinna turned her face sideways, with tears in her eyes, and then said to her mother, "  I want to sort out Turinus's relics, including letters, poems and articles, and then entrust Horace and others to sort them and store them." "Wait until after delivery. Maecenas and you Papa will not object, but I will.  I'm just worried that it's not appropriate for you to come into contact with these things at this time. Poor Turinus's thoughts will make you feel sad." Potty touched her daughter's knee and suggested, and then her daughter lowered her head, nodded her chin, and then.  He handed the tablet to the slave and whispered, "Send it inside." After a market day, in a large bathhouse in the city of Athens (this was after the surrender of Athens, according to the request of the high priest, as Latin  Built as a symbol of civilization, the inscription on it reads 'Given to the heirs of Minerva'). In the bathhouse with a statue of a nozzle, a veteran with scars and tattoos all over his body grunted and complained that he had  The mud is too stubborn, but I don¡¯t have money to hire a boy to clean it with a scraper. ¡°So, what kind of country is this! Even if you can¡¯t wash off the mud when you enter the bath, there must be something wrong with the country.  "The veteran's words became more outrageous and outrageous, and he kept spitting on the floor outside the bath.  Just when everyone else could not avoid it, another bather came over and said to everyone, "This is how you will do it from now on!" Then he raised the bath towel in his hand and pressed it directly on the veteran's back, like a  He started digging like a carpenter, and while everyone was stunned, they saw the veteran trembling with joy. The dirt on his body first formed into strips, and then became spheres, and the pieces were neatly pushed off by the bather.  , until the soldier's back was completely rosy, the bather straightened the bath towel, patted it several times on the masonry tower beside the bath, and said to the soldier, "It's fine now.  Soak in it." The veteran nodded, sank into the hot water of the bath, and immediately groaned, as if every pore was relaxed, "This country is so beautiful.  "The bather laughed, and then said to the others, you can do this to each other from now on, and the waiters in the bathroom can also provide services in this way. The others cheered and applauded. It seemed that the problem that had been troubled for many years was suddenly solved.  It was solved by this clever bather, and Athens' academics will be at the forefront of the world.  Then another bather swam over with admiration and said that he was willing to give the smart bather a massage. The other bather didn¡¯t say a word, nodded happily, and then turned his back - at this timeThe bather who swam over suddenly saw the healed scar of the perforation on his left ear, grape tattoos on his body, his iconic black smooth hair, and a special ring on his finger. This swimmer  The man who came over was a businessman who had seen the world. He was immediately frightened and didn't dare to move while holding the bath towel.  "Why, you haven't fully understood it yet - then, Habaruka, come and help me, I'd better thank you." The bather continued to laugh.  After taking a cold bath, the bather shouted that he felt refreshed, put on his traveling cloak, and walked to the front yard with Habaruka. After paying the boy who was looking after the horse to add fodder, he went with the others.  The retinue, mostly black men, mounted on mules, horses or donkeys and left quietly and quietly.  Slowly, they left the city of Athens and walked to the suburbs.  "Habaruca. Recently, I have always been caught up in the memories and nostalgia of older people. Look at the scenery along the way. Do you think that we went to Sardinia together to find your mistress Yulia?  "The scenery here is far worse than that in Sardinia." "But your mood was far worse at that time than it is now. Your mistress was heavily in debt and almost sold you. The scenery must be.  Match your mood." The group of people chatted and laughed. After arriving at the port of Piraeus, the high priest and his followers were in civilian clothes.  He immediately transferred to a boat and headed to the Nicomedia Palace. The parade along the way made him feel very relieved - the bandits and pirates had disappeared, and the streets were full of citizens traveling for a short trip, villagers farming, merchants, messengers and  Envoys.  When the high priest came to the palace, Adiana woke up from the light dream again as if she saw a pink bird flying into her palace with beautiful branches and leaves in its mouth.  .  Wearing a vermilion Persian dress, her long chestnut hair was scattered freely.  The nasolabial folds at the corners of her mouth actually added to her charm and maturity. She walked through the gardens and colonnades and climbed onto the terrace facing the sea.  There, the shadows intersected with the blue sea and white clouds. The high priest turned his back to her and sat on an armchair. She softly called out "Calabis" twice, but there was no response. The high priest was still sitting quietly on the waves.  Amid the roar, Adiana stayed in place with her hands on her chest. She was a little scared, fearing that Calabis was deceiving her about her previous oath, so she hurried over in small steps and held his shoulders.  Touch his cheeks and muzzle.  "Are you afraid that I will die?" The high priest held her hand.  "I'm just afraid that you'll break the contract, cunning amphora." After saying this, the high priest laughed twice, holding a tablet in his hand with the news of Turinus' death engraved on it, and stood up from the armchair.  Get up, "Fate plays a game of batting with a stick, or plays a game of blowing chestnuts with the wind. You all know that fate is a hunter, and man is just a skylark." After saying this, the high priest sighed.  He looked at the ships coming and going on the sea. In front of the terrace, there was the guillemot again. Against the wind, it struggled to spread its wings, but it was still blocked in place, unable to advance or retreat. Then he turned back and saw  Adiana had tears in her eyes, and then he held her in his arms, "Don't be stupid, thank you for taking in a wandering person, I will write to Neeko and Eugit right away, asking them to get out of their respective homes."  "It's better to wait for two more months. It's only our two months. I am the hostess here. I order you not to be alone and not to leave this world casually. You need to be alone with you."  Skylarks flying together, two-eared clay pots." Adiana held Lepidus' hand behind her back, put it around her waist, raised her other slender hand, pinched his ear, and spoke softly.  They still love each other.  (End of the book) To all readers of "The Road to Augustus": To be honest, at 10:25 this morning, Sulla typed the last keystrokes of the story of Calabis and Calabiia on his notebook, about 20  The month-long book writing process (Sura didn't even expect that he could write 2.5 million words) is finally over.  Sulla had very few manuscripts of this book. In the first 10 months, there were about 10,000 words of manuscripts. Later, there were only one or two chapters. However, Sulla was gratified that during the serialization of this book,  Although sometimes the update is only 2,000 words per chapter a day, it has never been updated. This is where Sula thinks he is most worthy of the readers.  Because when he first wrote "The Road to Augustus", about 60,000 words long, Sulla had an impulse, the kind of woman who suddenly becomes pregnant and can't wait to give this "silent surprise" to her.  The impulse to narrate it, thus leading to the embarrassing situation of being embarrassed below, but fortunately, in all "The Road to Augustus"¡·With the support of dear readers, Sulla successfully completed this book on a niche and unpopular subject without any hindrance - this child who was born may not be so perfect, but it is full of love and care from the author and readers.  Best wishes.  Feelings of emotion, pride and gratitude are filling my chest at this moment.  This is also the real joy of writing a book, which is difficult to obtain in other jobs.  Since the beginning of writing, "The Road to Augustus" has received a lot of criticism and censure. Some of them are well-intentioned, but most of them are suspicious and gloating about misfortunes, abuse of the master, cuckoldry, and greetings to Sulla's family.  Waiting for the hats to come one after another, it seems that writing like this is treason and heresy, as if someone is sneering coldly, "Waiting for you to be a eunuch."  But with the support of many readers who really love this book, and the support of Sulla's shameless spirit of "read it if you like it, don't leave it", Sulla ended this book. I can now say to everyone, "  I love all readers, because I have finished the book, which is the best reward for you; I despise all the black people, and because I have finished the book, this is the best counterattack for you.¡± At the same time, the most important thing is to thank you for submitting.  Cang Lang, the editor who signed the contract for this book, would also like to thank Sister Hu Ya, the editor who has always followed up on this book. Since I have no contact with Cang Lang after signing the contract, I mainly communicated with Hu Ya for so long while writing the book, but I'm sorry.  Yes, many times I am more important than the editor - many times, it is Sister Huya who takes the initiative to contact me, telling me about the finalization of the recommendation position, and caring about the subject of my next book. It is really shameful for a writer to meet such an editor.  , which is also a blessing.  There are also many readers who are very concerned about my next book. To be honest, the subject of the next book has not been decided yet. Sulla once had the urge to study a certain subject, and he has collected the information and written the first two books.  However, because this subject suddenly encountered an irresistible problem, Sulla's heart suddenly became cold and desolate, and he lost his enthusiasm for creation.  This also shows that any creator, when carrying out your activities, must consider how much impact your every move has on readers and fans!  In the future, when Sulla becomes an author again, he must always think of this truth.  Therefore, the next book can only be shelved for the time being, and Sulla has no choice but to think about other themes. But don't worry, if the conditions are right, Sulla will open a new book as soon as possible, maybe in a month, maybe in March  Months later Please feel free to follow Sulla's topics in the Starting Point book review area or the Augustus Road Post Forum.  In short, i?will?be?back! ? sulla? felix (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!
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