"I think it's better for you to return the ring of the Libidaeus family in Sardinia." In front of the altar of the sacred fire, Richilia handed King Numa's ring and the enamel pendant to Calabis.

Calabis put the pendant back around his neck, "This, I think, may be returned to its original owner in the future." Then he raised the ring of King Numa, "But this, forgive me for being abrupt, the expedition is imminent, I'm afraid I won't have time"

"No, go to Sardinia at once, for this is the arrangement in the prophecy of Sybil, and it is the will of God." Licilia said very categorically, and then she suddenly took Calabis's hand, so that Calabis had an electric current pass through his body, and the chief virgin placed his palm in front of the blazing holy fire, and the light of the fire imprinted a strong halo on his palm, "Calabis, do you think that in the prophecy, there will be three kings named Cornelius in Rome, is it nonsense?" No, the prophecies of the Sybil Witch never failed, purple clouds rained blood, rats swallowed gold and threw themselves into the River Typer, twelve shields flew down from the sky to protect the safety of Rome, and so on, and the only thing that failed was the soothsayer's interpretation of the prophecy - since you are the third Gonerius, this is the fate you cannot escape, and going to Sardinia is one of the links. ”

"But I am not the one who is called Gaunerius in Rome?"

"The first Cornelius is a thin leg, the second Cornelius died at the hands of the most grumpy man, and the third Cornelius is not Cornelius." "This is what Sybil prophesied, and 'Thin Legs' is about Sulla. This autocratic emperor got his name from this iconic physical trait inherited by his family; And another dictator, Qin Na. because they can't afford to pay bribes. Died at the hands of a renegade centurion, and those who served in the Roman army know that the commander usually chooses the bravest and most grumpy guy to be the centurion; Thirdly, did you have any connection to this family before you got the name of Cornellius? Again, Sybil could not be mistaken, she had already laid out the history and future of Rome. ”

Calabis heard this. Looking at the holy fire and his palm, he was stunned for a long time, to be honest, he was a staunch atheist before crossing over to this shijie, but now that he is in this shijie who believes in gods and fate, what is the difference between believing and not believing? Could it be that he would have believed that he could come to this era before?

At this time, Richilia actually quickly put the ring of King Numa of the Emili family on Calabis's index finger. "This ring is your food. You go and give it back, and you will have it afterward. Then, the Chief Virgin left the altar with Zeno behind her, and threw down a sentence: "After you go out, under the steps of the temple, a messenger of fate awaits you." ”

In a daze, Calabis carefully removed King Numa's ring, put it in the box, and stepped out of the narrow temple of the Stove, and then he saw a fellow sitting on the steps, Habaruka, a "debt collector" from the family of Lybidaeus on the island of Sardinia, who was sitting there with a sad face.

"Habaruka, you should be camped in the Thirteenth Legion outside the city at this time, and soon our commander has accepted the Eagle Banner and is about to be drawn - yes, your mistress Yulia is still waiting for your return, and it will be difficult for me to pay off the debt of twenty Talents for you in one lump sum, I will give you ten thousand dinars first, to help you and your mistress survive this winter or the next, yes, it is difficult for me to guarantee when I will return to Rome, then twenty thousand dinars." As he spoke, Calabis came to his senses and asked Habaruka, "What kind of work did you do before you went to Sardinia?" ”

"I worked as a postman in Utica." Habaruka replied.

A small ship, on the clear blue sea, left a white and pleasant course, the island of Sardinia, only a hundred and fifty years ago under the rule of the Roman Republic, when the legions conquered here, tens of thousands of the island's indigenous people were all sold, immigrants followed, there are salt lakes, grain plains and lead mines and other attractive places, soon erased the original traces, with the style of Rome flourished again. The port city of Cagliari, a standard Carthaginian city, is located in the southern bay of the island, with cream-colored buildings looming between an oak hillside and a long golden beach.

On the deck, a young man dressed as a nobleman, about the same age as Calabis, was vomiting incessantly, and there was a flood under him, and the kind Calabis handed him a long bottle of mint water and asked him to apply it to his temples and palms, "Xiexie you, Friend Haode Knight." The young man, though he was about to come out, smiled very gently with tears in his eyes, and thanked Calabis for his kindness.

"Marcus. Brutus "Calabis saw the inscription on his ring and couldn't help but read it.

"In addition to this, you must also add the name of the son of a traitor to the Republic." Brutus wiped the corners of his mouth and said in a self-deprecating tone.

"You're little Cato's nephew!" Calabis remembered as well as the mother of Brutus, Seville, the sister of Cato the Younger, who was the mistress of Caesar. If he is really the son of Seville, then his deceased father is the old Brutus, who joined forces with the old Li Bida back then, and has a father-killing feud with Pompey.

Brutus's face immediately showed a very proud expression, "Yes, I am my uncle's nephew, and this is the thing I am most proud of. Then, as the boat cruised along the shore to prepare for the shore, the two men soon became acquainted, and as they had talked about Greek philosophy and language, and had a common language, the inquisitive Calabis inquired about Brutus' intention of going to Sardinia.

"My mother is now remarried to next year's consul, according to the convention, I will soon be out of office, to tell the truth, I am a descendant of the Brutus family, the stepson of the consul, plus the nephew of little Cato, I don't have to worry too much about my future career, your mint water is extraordinary, but I still lack a marriage that can sharpen virtue, this time I came to Sardinia, it is to propose to the granddaughter of old Li Bida Yulia."

Hearing Brutus's words, Calabis and Habaruka, who were sitting next to him, slowly turned their heads together with surprised expressions, looked at this son-in-law, and asked for a long time: "Although my mistress is nineteen years old this year, she is not only married, but also in debt. (To be continued......)