Everything is already under the control of Wang Weiyi. This "walker" who can still turn the world in the Roman Communist Party of China is changing this era according to his own wishes.

No one can stop him from doing everything, Caesar cannot, and Pompey cannot.

Rome is in a state of chaos. The barbarians are constantly attacking Rome. The arrogant Caesar is defeated. Sentumarus, who is full of expectations of the Romans and the Senate, not only fails to achieve the unexpected victory, but he himself becomes a prisoner.

This is simply unimaginable.

The only thing that the Romans are grateful for is probably the victory of Yakulius, which was deliberately exaggerated by Pompey. It seems that the victory against the Parthians was completely achieved by Yakulius alone.

But what can you say? When the Romans felt a little depressed, at least Yakulius' victory inspired the Romans' pride.

After all, not everyone can bully Rome.

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Another story is also circulating in Rome. The generous MP Spilius bravely took on the task of rescuing Governor Sentumarus.

In recent times, Splius became the most resounding name in Rome except Pompey, and every Roman was celebrating him, as well as his wealth and kindness.

The Romans were a nation that needed heroes the most. Every victory would make them cheer, or the appearance of a magical figure would make them feel full of pride.

Men hope to recognize him to gain some financial rewards, while women hope to recognize him to increase their value. Invitations fly over like snowflakes.

Most of these invitations were ignored by Wang Weiyi, but one invitation attracted Wang Weiyi's attention, which was the invitation of Marc Anthony, a distant relative of Caesar.

This is an extremely important one in the "Last Three-Head Alliance" and the future ruler of Rome.

After repeated consideration, Wang Weiyi accepted Anthony's invitation and sent his housekeeper Ballas to tell Anthony that he would attend the banquet tomorrow night.

Just as Ballas was about to leave with a message, Wang Weiyi suddenly called him: "Ballas, my housekeeper, who is the owner of this house?"

"It's you, master, you are the only master of this house." Barras replied respectfully.

Wang Weiyi nodded: "So who gave me this house?"

Barras hesitated for a moment: "It's the kind Pompeii."

"Ah, I get it, so you have to continue to be loyal to Pompei, right?"

"No, Master, when this house belongs to you, I and everyone here will be loyal to you."

Ballas's answer made Wang Weiyi smile: "What a loyal word, but why can't I feel the loyalty in this word? Ballas, come here."

Ballas walked over hesitantly, and Wang Weiyi smiled again, then suddenly picked up a dagger on the table and pointed it at Ballas' throat: "I drank some wine at noon today, so my hands were trembling. Don't move, Ballas, otherwise the dagger will pierce your throat."

Sweat came out of Ballas' forehead, and he tensed his body and did not dare to move.

"Look, this is a good start..." Wang Weiyi said lightly: "Please tell me now, what did Pompei ask you to do?"

"No, my master, Pompey didn't let me do anything...."

Ballas' words were just out, and the short sword in Wang Weiyi's hand was already delivered, and blood suddenly emerged from Ballas' throat. He called out in pain.

"I don't like to hear people lie to me..." Wang Weiyi stared at his butler: "When I ask you again and I still can't hear the real answer, the dagger will pierce your throat! Now, answer what Pompei asked you to do here, and tell the whole truth immediately!"

Barras's body began to tremble: "Pompey asked me to monitor you here, and everything you do must be told to him as soon as possible. You must know that my life is in Pompey's hands, and I dare not disobey any of his commands, otherwise my body will appear on the streets of Rome tomorrow."

"Very good, you finally told the truth." Wang Weiyi slowly turned the short sword in his hand, so more blood came out of Ballas: "Pompey can kill you and I can kill you too. Now you have only two choices, either continue to be loyal to Pompey, or unconditionally be loyal to me. Ballas, make your choice."

"I will unconditionally be loyal to you, my master." Ballas made his own choice as soon as possible.

He had a deep fear of the man in front of him, especially when the dagger was set on his neck. He believed that his master could easily take his life, and even Pompey could not save him.

"I believe your words, Ballas, then do your business." Wang Weiyi slowly withdrew his sword.

Barras was trembling all over, and he didn't even dare to wipe some blood and hurriedly left here.

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Mark Anthony never expected that Splius actually accepted his invitation.

Anthony is a weird guy, and he likes to have fun, beauties, and likes to get close to rich people.

Splius's most famous reputation in Rome was so famous that everyone wanted to invite him! Come and be a guest, but few people can succeed.

However, this time he accepted his invitation, which was a great honor for Anthony.

The banquet was ready very early, and Anthony decided to let Spilius spend an unforgettable night. At the same time, he invited many guests, and he had to let everyone see that he invited the richest people in Rome.

All the beautiful female slaves were called out by Anthony. No matter who the guests came, regardless of the occasion or the location, or the number of people around them, they could immediately have sex with the female slaves here.

This is the way of life in Rome.

So in Anthony's living room, you can see a pair of men and women doing this unsightly exercise, while the people around you turn a blind eye. This is too normal for them.

Anthony was very satisfied with his arrangements. Now, he was waiting for the arrival of the Councillor Splius.

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The guests were also anxiously waiting, and they were even more eager to meet the Spurius member earlier than Anthony.

"There is a member of the MP Tias Meleus Splius!"

In this voice, the "Spurius Councillor" that everyone is looking forward to finally appeared in front of the guests.

"I'm so sorry, respected Mark Anthony, I'm late."

When facing Anthony, the future famous general of the Roman Republic, Wang Weiyi said with a smile.

"Look, the noble MP Splius is saying sorry to me." Anthony shouted: "For a man with great wealth, he will never have to say sorry."

The guests laughed, and Anthony officially welcomed Wang Weiyi to the banquet. He pointed to the female slaves: "Which one do you like? The noble MP Splius?"

"Ah, I don't have the need for this at the moment..." Wang Weiyi would not do such a thing with female slaves in front of so many people.

Anthony didn't care: "Since our distinguished guests look down on the female slaves here, I think Councillor Splius will definitely like the next entertainment activity."

He clapped his hands, and soon two gladiators were brought up, which immediately aroused the cheers of the Romans who were crazy about duels.

"These are the two best gladiators I have brought back from Egypt and Alexander." Anthony said proudly in the face of the cheers of the guests: "The guy on the left is the violent Shatongs, and the savage Erny on the right. Along the way, I have made them compete with countless gladiators, and they have never failed once. So now, I would like to ask the distinguished guests, who do you think is more powerful?"

"Raging Shattons!"

"No, I think it's the savage Erny."

The guests kept ringing, and Anthony smiled and said, "What do you think of Councillor Splius?"

"Ah, I don't know much, but I'm more optimistic about the savage Erny." Wang Weiyi replied lightly.

"Then let them compete!"

Anthony's sudden voice aroused the guests' cheers again, and some people had already begun to bet impatiently.

"Will you bet, MP Splius?"

Wang Weiyi thought for a moment: "Thirty Dinars, I bet on the barbaric Ernie to win."

"Your move is as generous as the legendary one." Anthony said with satisfaction: "Without me, my choice is the violent Shatongs."

"Ahh, then you have known who is better to them for a long time. It seems that my poor thirty dinars will definitely not be able to save them..." Wang Weiyi said with a smile.

This made Anthony laugh, and then he said to the two gladiators: "Low slave, let my noble guests see your abilities."

Under the command of the master, Shatongs raised the hammer in his hand without any hesitation, and smashed it down at Erny with a fierce hammer.

Although Erni is not as tall as Shatons, he has become more agile. He lightly gave to the side, avoided Shatons' attack, and then stabbed him with a sword.

The two gladiators' attacks caused waves of shouting from guests around them to wave. Everyone's faces were filled with excitement. They were happy to see blood and were equally happy to see someone falling down.

Shatongs was aggressive and hit Erny's shield one by one. On the surface, Erny seemed a little passive, but in Wang Weiyi's view, Erny had no danger.

Suddenly, Shatongs took a step back, blood flowing out on his thighs, and no one knew when Elny stabbed him.

After seeing the blood, the guests' calls became louder.

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To be continued...