The two consuls stood up and bent down to Pompei's seat, "Gene Pompei, first of all, please let us represent the Roman Senate to wish you and your family good luck! We feel that we are praying for the long-term prosperity of our country and the happiness of our city."

The cheers of the people in the corridor were heard, and the elders stood up from their seats and cheered the consul's words with applause. Only Pompey sat there calmly and accepted all this.

"Next, we think everyone must agree that the honor of the first speech today should belong to our son of the god, the first citizen of Rome, the only consul, and the one who has the power to protect the people - the great Gneus = Pompey!" The consul said this with enthusiasm.

Kualius saw his adoptive father wave his hand modestly and signaled to ask other veterans to speak first, but the others refused. In the corridor, who took the lead and shouted: "Pompey! Pompey!"

Soon, the sound gathered into a strong cry, and the sound of "Pompey" echoed in the Senate like a tsunami.

Seeing Pompei slowly standing up straight, Manias quietly touched Kualius: "Go to Pompei and he will find you soon."

Sure enough, before the handsome young man could ask about the meaning of Manias's words, Kualius saw the gesture Pompei made to him, so he had to put his questions in his stomach and quickly walked to his adoptive father.

Pompei led Kualius, who was in the most precious adolescence of his life, and walked slowly to the podium beside the consul's seat.

"The consuls, elders, knights and citizens of Rome, and friends from the Gentiles, I do have something to say to you today. Many years ago, and it was also such a day. I was recommended by one person to wipe out those pirates and Mitradatus VI who refused to surrender to us. That man was my lifelong benefactor, Manilius... Today I also brought a young man, who was the benefactor of my life, Cuarlius, son of Manilius. Please allow me to introduce him, the best youth I have ever seen!"

This sudden praise hit the young Kualis, who had been training his nerves as strong as steel since childhood, became a little confused at this moment. Following the steps that had been prepared, each of them took one of his hands and sent him to Pompei on the podium.

Pompei looked at his adopted son lovingly and continued his affectionate speech: "You have given Cuarius's father Manelius the noble honor, for his generosity and kindness, and made immortal contributions to Rome. When the news of his misfortune of his death in the line of duty came, my heart was as painful as a piece of flesh cut off. This pain was not only because of my loss of a friend, but also because of Rome's loss of a proud son who could lead her forward in the future! The most outstanding Roman citizen buried his body in the Square of the God of War. Your sorrow, your love for him, made me feel extremely relieved, and even temporarily forgot the feeling of pain. Because I know that he also loves you deeply!

However, now I think Manilius' greatest merit was not to recommend me to conquer our enemies and make him kneel before you. It was not to expand a vast territory for our country, but to cultivate Cuarlius! The child given by you is something that no one I have ever met cannot compare with. He is handsome, brave, very eloquent, proficient in Greek and Roman culture, extremely kind, and strongly long for your respect and love. Now I recommend him to you. If you think Rome needs an outstanding young man to serve, please test him!"

Amid the thunderous applause, Pompey stood silently on the podium, scanning the crowd around him.

"Salute to Manilius's son!" Masenas stood up from the seat of the elders and shouted.

Pompei's sincere and emotional speech deeply touched the hearts of the people. The Romans present responded to Masenas's words with a warm shout. For a moment, the shouts of "Salute to Manilius's son!" and "Salute to Cuarius!" resounded over the Senate, as if even the foundation of the building was shaken. A large number of veterans stood up from their seats and walked to the podium to kiss Cuarius.

If people are afraid of Pompeii's respect, they should be relatively pure, because Manilius's character left a deep impression on the Romans.

More importantly, Manilius died early, which made it easier for people to add various fantasy halos to him to create a perfect idol in their hearts. Naturally, they now transfer this halo to his son.

Sevius, who also came to the scene, watched several veterans who were close to him saluted Kualis and sighed secretly.

The two names "Manilius", "Cuarilius", "Cuarilius" and "Manilius" are repeatedly intertwined in his heart. At this moment, his heart was particularly contradictory. Such cheers should belong to him!

Now, reality puts such a situation before Sevius: if he does not support Cuarilius, in Rome, which values ​​honor, he will be regarded as a treacherous villain. Pompey's clever arrangement this time was obviously to make his rule in Rome more stable. If he did not fight for emotion, because he did not understand which direction Cuarilius's thoughts were tilted, perhaps after Pompey's death, there would be another dictator in Rome who held together power firmly in his hands, which was exactly what Pompey wanted.

Sevius slowly moved his gaze to his friends sitting around him. These elders sat steadily in their seats like him without moving, but focused their eyes on him. Some people were already dissatisfied and shouted at their place. Sevius sneered, ignored the provocation from the corridor above, and turned his gaze to the podium again: there was Kualius receiving blessings from the elders. Although he was polite and thoughtful, he pursed his lips, and his handsome face became a little serious, without being blinded by luck, but seemed a little unhappy.

Sevius carefully observed Kualis's every move, especially his eyes, and he found that the young man's behavior was exactly the same as Drusu when he was young. Then, a strange feeling passed by him.

"Go a bet!" Sevius made up his mind and stood up steadily from the senator and walked down. Seeing his actions, the group of senators around him breathed a sigh of relief and took the same actions as their leader, following him toward Cuarus. This small group of senators had been a little uneasy by the increasing screams and whistles of the people targeting them, and these sounds gradually became threatening.

"Son of the noble Manilius, the handsome Cuarlius, please accept the blessing your father once most loyal to you!" Sevius said loudly.

"Thank you." The answer was only three words short, which made Sevius more confident in secret.

"I said something to your father when he was standing here, my friend, do you want to know what it is?"

"Dear Sevius, I really want to know, if you can, please tell me." Kualius respectfully bowed to his father's past subordinates.

"I said to him at that time, now people call you Pompei's benefactor, and hope that one day they will call you with more glorious titles! I am glad that he did--your father was no longer called Pompei's benefactor, but called the pride of the city of Rome."

"When today, as a respectable veteran, a close friend of my father, would you like to say something to a son who is younger than you and a good friend?" Kualus raised his head and said with a serious expression.

"Well, I will tell you that your father was no longer called Pompeii's benefactor, but called the pride of Rome, and I hope that when people talk about your father in the future, he will say, Ah, he is the 'Cuarulus' father,'!"

After Sevius said these words calmly, he turned around gracefully and walked back to his senate mat, pretending not to see the sudden sharpness of Pompei. The only consul of Rome stared at him fiercely. This look had not appeared in Pompei's eyes for a long time. This was not a threatening gaze. Pompei has never threatened people in recent years, but just advice. If it does not work, punishment will follow.

"The seed has been planted and it depends on how it sprouts." Although Sevius pretended to have not noticed the fierce light flashing in Pompei's eyes, in fact, there was a cold war in his heart. He had to take this risk - there was also a dictator in Rome in the past. Xiang Sula was like this, but none of them passed down the dictatorship. As the leader of a few veterans in the Senate who were not controlled by Pompei, he believed that it was his responsibility to not let Pompei set this precedent, and now he could only count on the young people's sense of honor.

A majestic veteran came onto the podium. He was carefully selected by Marcenath. Among the Roman veterans who were good at speaking, his speech skills were also very famous.

Although he was not as outstanding as Pompei's speech, he started from another perspective and shared the joys and sorrows with soldiers in bad weather, and told the battlefield with his deeds of noble character in small stories. This veteran also praised Kualis in vivid language, although he was young, he was talented and had excellent character. He listed anecdotes of Manilius's son's life one by one, and even said that he secretly wrote a Greek comedy, which aroused the audience's praise; but this surprised Kualis, and he couldn't believe his ears - the veteran knew about this!

The speaker's enthusiastic words brought the public's emotions to another climax. He just finished speaking. Masenas stood up and ovated with his eyes to signal the two consuls with his eyes, and it was time for them to appear.

At this moment, the crowd was in a stir. Masenas looked at the entrance. The former veteran, blind Mamakurides, walked in tremblingly with the help of his son Mamas.

"Dear Consul, I ask for a speech!" After entering the hall, Mamakurides raised his hand.

The consuls looked at Masenas at a loss. They didn't know what Galus would say. If something unexpected happened, they would have to worry about their future "money prospects". According to the customary policy, the consuls would be assigned to the two wealthy provinces of Afriga and Asia as governors. Once the governor came to serve as wealthy people, they could immediately become rich. In history, even the most honest Cicero, who was the governor of the poorest province of Silesia after the consuls stepped down, also gained more than one million Sesters' wealth during his tenure.

Masenas! It was a flower in full bloom, and this unexpected gift was really time! He hurriedly turned his eyes to express his agreement.

"You may not know that the people of Rome, colleagues in the Senate, just yesterday, because of the loss of light, I was still a poor person who was desperate for life; and today I have hope for a better tomorrow again-all of this change is because the generous Pompeii and his appearance came to my house!

I have opposed Pompei's opinions many times in the Senate and have also anonymously distributed pamphlets that satirize him. The poems in them are very dazzling to a Roman with a good temper. Although Pompei strongly refuted its content, he did not follow up who the author was. He just smiled and said, "It is recommended that the author of the pamphlet who slanders others in the future should let everyone know who he is. I don't need to say thank you to Pompei, although he rescued me from the miserable situation.

For, with his generous and noble status, I do not need my gratitude at all. What I want to say is Pompeius's grandson, the son of Manilius, the kind Cuarlius!

Can you imagine? A young man with vibrant spirit, from yesterday afternoon to evening, accompanied a skeleton-like blind man in a dark room, constantly comforting him with words, telling jokes and relieving him, and feeding him fruits; as Pompei's grandson, there were countless family makeup banquets looking forward to him, and his lover must long for him to accompany him, but he spent all his time on an old man he had never known. I ask, can you do the Roman youth present?

Today, I heard that Pompei brought this young man to the Senate and was introducing him to the people of Rome. I insisted on coming here despite the doctor's opposition, just to tell everyone that there is such an excellent young man in Rome!

My friends, if you still remember my friendship, please transfer it to Cuarus! I will also say to my family: If you betray this kind of kindness in the future and do something to sorry to Pompei and his family, especially Cuarus, a respectable young man, even if I am dead, I will crawl out of the grave and condemn you! This is my speech, thank the consul for giving me the opportunity to speak in advance."

Mamakurides walked off the podium and groped to Kuallius, whose face was blushed with shame. Old Galus hugged him and said softly, "Bless you, young Kuallius."

Taking advantage of the effect of Galus's speech, the two consuls looked at each other and walked onto the podium side by side.

"Dear senators, according to the latest laws, only Romans over twenty-five years old can start to hold public office. Today, we - Gaio = Solinas and Gaio = Assinias, the consul of the city of Rome, propose that the Senate break this convention and appoint Cuarlius, who is less than this age, as the financial officer of Rome! If no one objectes, please vote by the dear senators."

The proposal was quickly passed by the Senate without any objection, and the two consuls enthusiastically draped a long-prepared Toga robe with purple edges on Kualius.

The handsome young man had never expected that he would become the protagonist today. He was extremely surprised by a series of events. I am afraid that even a few thunders fell at his feet in a row, he would not be more surprised than he is now. However, all this was not shown on his face. Like every Roman noble, he was cultivated since he was a child to keep a calm attitude towards everything.

"Since it is the decision of the Senate, as a Roman citizen, I will obey its orders and perform my duties." Kuallius briefly said to the Senate, for the first time he spoke as a Roman official.

Pompei looked at his performance with relief, and then he walked to the podium again: "Dear friends, everyone knows that as a financial officer, its authority is not only in charge of public funds, monitoring military finance, and stopping the waste of military expenditures, but also one of its responsibilities is to supervise the competitive competition. The Sea God Festival is coming, here I announce: In addition to the national holiday entertainment, Kualius will pay for an unprecedented grand performance, and every Roman citizen can have a free banquet for a week and enjoy various entertainment."

As soon as the news was announced, the Romans on the corridor were happy to the boiling point, which meant that a free banquet lasted for a week, many dramatic performances, gladiators' fighting performances, racing and boxing competitions.

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Some well-informed citizens heard yesterday afternoon that this good news Pompei will announce to the public in the Senate today that they arrived here early to wait for it to announce - for them, war, rebellion, and threats, all happening in faraway places, and the upcoming holiday carnival is the most tempting thing for them.

Just now, when Masenas arranged for his subordinates among the people to take the lead in supporting Pompei with shouts, many people enthusiastically agreed with this feeling.

Wang Weiyi, who had been watching what was happening here at this moment, finally knew why Pompey brought him here.
Chapter completed!