Suddenly, Sevia staggered and found that she accidentally tripped up the shield on the floor. Tirlia did not miss the opportunity given to her by the goddess of luck, and swung her sword and rushed towards her prey with a swift movement she had never seen before.

At this moment, an accident happened. Sevia's battle axe came out of his hand and flew fiercely towards Tirlia, accurately hitting Tirlia's right shoulder. Tirlia stroked her right shoulder in pain and fell down. Seeing that Sevia, who had succeeded in her plan, quickly picked up the short sword landing under her feet, and stabbed her sister without hesitation with tears in her eyes.

Suddenly, Sevia's hand holding the sword was tightly captured by a firm arm, and then she saw a young and handsome face behind her.

"Poor slave, can't you see that your sister lost to you on purpose?" Sevius said to Sevia sarcastically. Her poor sister looked at her sister who was lying on the ground. She saw Tirlia's tears in her eyes, which contained so many complex human emotions! There was pain, relief, and pity.

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The great excitement that came one after another finally made Sevia unable to hold on. She fell back in a daze, and Sevius supported her: "Poor Sevia, you were frightened tonight, but I think Tirlia has turned you into a qualified warrior."

Sevia finally understood what was going on after a while. She ran to Tirlia, who had just stood up hard under the support of two slaves, hugged and cried with her sister. Sevia came over: "Beautiful Sevia, now accompany your sister to bandage the wound, and then change the clothes you like."

"So, is the brave and determined sister willing to come and enjoy this delicious meal with an old man?" Pompei said with a smile. No one except him and Sevius had yet to wake up from the shock.

"Look, life is so precious and so fragile!" Sevius said casually as he looked at the figures of the sisters. Then he paused, "Ah, our main course is here..."

The slaves brought tender but not greasy lamb chops, and a layer of asparagus tips were thickly laid under the lamb chops. The guests did not taste the delicious lamb and the sharp-sliced ​​bamboo shoots that were eaten in their mouths, but they blindly sent them into their mouths. Their thoughts remained at what had just happened, until they changed into extremely thin white silk sleeveless robes and light blue ribbons on their waists came to the table, and the sound of joking teasing and clinking cups sounded again. After taking off their shiny armor, their slim figures were revealed in everyone's eyes, and the joy of freedom made their beautiful eyes look particularly moving.

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With the various delicacies and a large amount of fruits and desserts served like flowing water, the Roman nights passed by little in a pleasant atmosphere.

At this time, no one was destined to notice that in a corner of the banquet hall, two people were always watching all this happen.
Chapter completed!