In an instant, Wang Weiyi understood everything.!

Gnaus and Sentumarus were cousins. They were also from nobles and looked down on Caesar, who was born in a civilian family.

But what makes them headache is that if they want to make a difference in the newly established Germanic province, they must not be separated from Caesar's help.

Caesar's every move will have a great impact on them.

This may be the opportunity that Wang Weiyi has been looking for.

Gnaus asked about some information about Gaul and Germania, and then said, "Thank you very much for the information you provided to me, and wish you a happy stay in Rome."

"Thank you, Lord Municipality."

After seeing off Gnaus, Richthofen breathed a sigh of relief: "Enst, what are you thinking about?"

"Same as you think." Wang Weiyi said with a smile.

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The Romans believed that the higher they lived, the closer they were to God. The closer they were to God, the easier it was to get the protection of God. Therefore, on the highest Paladin Mountain in the city of Rome, there were luxurious residences of Roman nobles everywhere.

If these scattered mansions are as beautiful as gems, then a mansion located on the south slope can be described as brilliant diamonds. Rather than being a mansion, it is more suitable to call it a palace. Its veil is so tall that it is twice the height of a real person. The palace is so large that only three rows of colonnades are one quarter of a rolithium long. There is also a pond like a lake, and in the bath, the sea and yellow-green water flow endlessly. The palace is all made of marble and decorated with gems and pearl shells. Especially the Sancha Restaurant where the banquet is held, the luxurious structure and furnishings are famous in Rome.

The restaurant is equipped with a rotating ivory ceiling for scattering flowers and pores to sprinkle perfume from the upper part. The main hall is round, like the sky rotating day and night.

Six marble columns of Tivori divide a rectangular wide hall into two parts. The columns are wrapped with ivy and wild roses, which emit a burst of fragrance that is only found in the fields in this place where wine and rich food tastes are always filled with. Along the walls that are similarly hung and dotted with fragrant garlands stand exquisite statues, radiating the brilliance of naked beauty. The floor is inlaid with precious wood, and the artist uses extremely exquisite skills to describe the goddesses of the forest, half-man and half-sheep, and the elves gather together to dance; the artist uses his fantasy to make the goddesses show the most seductive posture without any concealment.

Inside the hall, behind the six marble columns is a round table made of the most rare and precious red marble. Around the table is a long couch with three tall and large bronze feet. The couch is covered with precious purple felt, and several soft cushions are placed on the felt. A delicately carved candlestick made of gold and silver hung on the ceiling. It illuminates the hall with brilliant candlelight, and emits intoxicating fragrance.

Next to the wall are three finely carved bronze utensil cabinets with patterns of garlands and leaves. In these cabinets are sterling silver utensils of various shapes and sizes. Next to the utensils are several bronze benches with purple felt and twelve bronze statues of black Ethiopians. Each statue decorated with precious collars and gemstones holds a sterling silver candlestick, illuminating the already bright hall even more brilliantly.

The owner of this palace is called "the most elegant Roman" - Publius.

Kunktirius.

Sevius was lying on the couch with his elbow bent, leaning against the soft purple mat, leisurely watching the guests he invited.

Sevius is like the legendary beautiful boy Nacassus sculpted by artists. His face has elegant lines, Greek forehead and nose, fair skin as fair as women, black curly hair covers his shiny forehead, and two well-proportioned long eyebrows, making a pair of blue eyes look deep and gentle.

The long eyelashes added a passionate appeal to his eyes, causing countless Roman beauties to be confused. The short chin was extremely noble and upward angle was very natural. The pearl-like white teeth were arranged neatly and beautifully, which set off the pink lips, and the smile was like a desolate angel. The lazy charm in his eyes taught people to believe that his thoughts were profound, and added strength to every word he said.

More famous than Sevius's beauty is his great military achievements. He went to the Syrian province to serve as the provincial consul and won many battles, but just as he was about to fight for the final battle, he was inexplicably dismissed.

However, after he returned to Rome, Pompei generously gave him a lot of wealth, including the mansion of this famous nobleman Catilin. People vaguely guessed one reason: the only reason for his dismissal was that Caesar was jealous of his military achievements.

The guests wore robes made of extremely thin white linen and wore corollas made of ivy, laurel or rosewood flowers on their heads. Tonight these guests were famous literati and powerful nobles in Rome.

Like most Roman nobles, Sevius was immersed in his love for various arts, especially in the discussion and debate of philosophical issues. Roman literati and artists knew that if they needed help, the door of Sevius' mansion would be open to them late at night.

Now these guests are discussing Ovid's new work "Sorrow Collection": "A hostile desert! The cold snow that is so cold that it seems not completely melted from the beginning of the year to the end of the year. When winter comes, the cold freezes all the wine in the can and completely seals the wide Danube River, thus opening a convenient door for the barbarian tribes that come to burn, kill and loot...."

Krasicus recited the poem from "Sorrow Collection" in a sad tone, "This is written by Ovid, who never pays attention to his own end! It seems that he will no longer sing moving love poems happily."

"If the glasses were filled with fine wine every day and the house was always filled with sincere friends, what else could I ask for from the immortal god?" Listening to the conversation of his guests, Sevius stared at the glass of wine produced from Alexander in his hand. The Campenian wine in the glass looked particularly charming in this precious vessel.

His words aroused a burst of praise from the guests.

"When it comes to fine wine, generous Sevius, you don't want to fill us with wine, right? When will we start the meal? I have already smelled the tempting fragrance from the kitchen." The poet Milesus twitched his cheeks exaggeratedly, causing a burst of laughter.

"I'm still missing a guest, and I think he's coming soon." Sevius said with a sip of wine.

The guests noticed that the main seat on the couch in the center of the hall, called the honor seat, near the right side of the restaurant gate [still empty.

"I really hope this person is me! Otherwise I will worry about whether there is any place?" With a soft voice, Pompey, wearing a purple-edged robe inlaid with a purple robe, appeared at the restaurant door.

"The only consul!" The guests stood up in surprise.

"Oh, the only noble consul, you don't have to worry that it is you who I am waiting for, it is proven that I have kept the most noble seat for you."

Pompey glanced at Sevius, but did not speak. He let the slaves of Sevius apply sesame oil, put on the dining robe, and flower crowns, and then sat on the couch under Sevius' guidance.

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The slaves in the light blue short coat first brought plates of oysters with pickled olives. The oysters were both fat and tender, as if they were deliberately put into the muss shell, and they melted as soon as they reached their mouths, like a slightly salty candy cube.

Then the large silver plate served was filled with a huge blue eel produced in Fushale Lake. After the mellow wine flowed through the throat, the people at the dining table began to feel hot all over their bodies, with a dazed expression, as if they were sinking into a fascinated and illusory dream.

"Praise the gods in heaven, bless the great only consul, and thank the generous Sevius, it is so happy to be a Roman!" Palemon, also a poet, signaled the wine slave to fill his glasses, and then raised his glass and said.

"But my dear Sevius, why haven't I seen the flute-players, harpists and beautiful dancers who usually sit in the corners?" Pompey said with a smile: "Don't let your guests down because of my arrival."

"Because I am preparing a show worthy of the only consul!" Sevius replied with a smile: "What we will appreciate tonight will not be wonderful - music and graceful - dance."

Sevius' magnetic voice had not completely disappeared in the air. Two bronze helmets wearing shiny tiles and shiny silver armor walked into the restaurant, and a passionate battle began.

Both gladiators rely on shields made by birch wood to protect themselves. One gladiator held a dazzling double-edged battle axe and the other gladiator's weapon was a sharp Roman dagger. The two gladiators did not rush to attack their opponent immediately, and both tried to use their agile footwork to test the opponent's strength. Judging from their agile skills, the two gladiators were undoubtedly outstanding experts. After a few minutes, the two gladiators suddenly stopped moving, and their bodies seemed to have lost control and trembled slightly. Then the two gladiators seemed to have a sense of understanding and took off their helmets almost at the same time.

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Below the helmet are two dazzlingly beautiful blonde faces!

"Tirlia!" "Sevia!" Two beautiful female gladiators shouted in despair.

"It seems you have recognized each other." Sevius, who had an angel-like smile, said softly in a soft and inexplicable tremolo voice: "Then please give your sisters a wonderful fight to us for the great only consul!"

A sad and weird picture is displayed in this luxurious restaurant: hideous bronze masks are scattered on the gorgeous floor, and two graceful beauties are covered in shiny armor and their eyes are looking helplessly, as if they are looking for something in the air. Their beautiful faces become distorted due to the huge pain.

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"Since the goddess of fate has arranged this way, Sevia, come on!" Sister Achelia tightly grasped the hilt of the dagger, and used too much force to make her arms tremble like spasm.

The battle axe in Sevia's hand drooped weakly, and it seemed that she was about to collapse. Finally, she abandoned her weapon and fell to her knees on the floor and cried.

"If you can't fight, then let me kill you, otherwise I will give you the right to continue living, and you will die in the next battle, so that the stronger one among us will leave here alive. Maybe she will have a chance to be free and return to our beautiful hometown in the future. Have you forgotten our dreams?" Tirlia looked at her sister with pity, and two lines of tears fell silently from her jade-like face, reaching the pale lips shining in the bright candlelight of the restaurant.

Sevia trembled and raised her head, her charming big eyes were blurred by tears, so that her long eyelashes were soaked in water, and a trace of blood oozing out of her tightly lip. Suddenly she grabbed her weapon and rushed towards Tirlia frantically. Tirlia hid her dagger behind the shield and dodged Sevia's attack.

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The world no longer exists in Sevia's eyes. The pain and fear made her crazy nerves, which only had one thought, shattering everything in front of her! She jumped like a leopard, and the battle axe kept slashing at Tirlia with a roar. The beautiful blonde hair floated in the air suddenly, and her shield suddenly hit her. Tirlia hesitated for a moment, as if considering whether to continue to dodge or block it. In this short moment, Sevia's shield had hit her shield, and the battle axe that had originally slashed at Tirlia's head suddenly changed its track, drilling into the gap that had just appeared, and slashing at her shoulders with an astonishing speed.

Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed, and Tirlia's sword attacked. It seemed as if a poisonous snake with long tongue was wiping towards Sevia's throat from an incredible angle. With a "bang", Sevia's shield fell on the floor. In the last moment, she avoided the deadly sword with almost impossible agility, and a few strands of blond hair slowly fell from her cheeks.

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Soon, Sevia's rapid breathing sounded in the restaurant. She lost her shield protection and was obviously at a disadvantage. Tirlia sometimes waved the shield into a shadow, trying to entangle with Sevia so that Sevia's battle axe could not function, while her dagger was waiting for an opportunity to stab Sevia's body like lightning; sometimes it was spinning like a phantom, and no one could guess where the terrible sharp blade would appear. Sweat kept flowing down Sevia's face. Without a heavy shield, she could only barely get faster than her sister's speed. It was getting harder to avoid Tirlia's weapons.

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To be continued...