In the middle hall of the grand courtroom, figures swayed everywhere, and slaves holding files rubbed shoulders one after another, shouting and handing them over, hand them over. Although Cicero and Li Bida both shirked their duties as judges, they still maintained a high degree of attention to the case, and they both sat at the head of the auditorium, surrounded by dozens of senators and knights who were selected, in fact, they were also the role of broadcasters.

"Who is the prosecutor?" After sitting down from his seat, Li Bida asked Cicero next to him curiously, but Cicero was silent, and Li Bida asked again, only to get a "no comment" answer. Apparently the High Priest became a little annoyed, and began to turn to the elders around him, when one finally attached himself to the High Priest's left ear as if flattering, and told him the name of his accuser—"How could it be him?" With great shock and chagrin, Li Bida said, which aroused the sighs and sighs of the surrounding elders again.

Cicero still sat still, like a statue.

In the dimly lit side hut, the young man who had been stripped of his young Caesar name and turned back into Turinus, with unkempt hair and bloodshot eyes, and his bearded face with his hands on his hands, squatted on a low chair, the room was surrounded by empty walls on three sides, only one door was facing outward, four centurions stood expressionlessly, and a freed slave with a golden wristband, who was in charge of the "communication" between the defendant and the jury, and waves of shouts and chatters from outside kept coming in, There was also the sound of the servants banging on the floor for purification.

After a while, a qiē slowly fell silent. The four centurions nodded to each other. Rumble closed the only door. Turinus was submerged in darkness, with only a little daylight leaking through a narrow window seven Roman feet high, which was the only light in the room.

He didn't know what was going on outside, this unknown state was the most terrifying, as if from any dark corner, a beast or a killer would suddenly appear. put him to death.

"Don't be afraid, calm down, Turinus, you are the young Caesar, you are the successor of Julius, and they will never do anything to you? Even if he was a guardian, he had to consider Corinna's appeals. Turinus kept cheering himself up.

In front of him was an hourglass quarter of an hour that fell with a slight hiss, and about a full day later, the door slammed open again, and Turinus shielded his hand from the stimulating light. The clerk was freed and walked in and handed him the engraved tablet. "You read it yourself, and if there is a rebuttal, you can write it yourself or dictate it, and I will write it for you."

"No, I'll write it myself." Turinus looked at the other with distrust and snatched the word board.

Above is the testimony of Centurion Siphax, saying that he and another centurion, Centurion Pitaias, were the masterminds who instigated the twins to attack Lilili and attempt to kill the son of the high priest, but Siphax also confessed that his upline was the military tribune Fonteus.

And Fonteus, who was also Caesar's Protector of the Tenth Legion, is now his military academy, holding Turinus, who is full of signatures engraved with the seal of the confessor, his eyes rolled a few times, "I deny these nonsensical accusations, and now all the information I have obtained shows that the mutiny of the twin legions is just the private behavior of several centurions, and the only place they have contact with me is that they are all veterans of my adoptive father, His Excellency Caesar, but how can I be convicted on this basis alone?" Do I need to be responsible for all the crimes of adoptive fathers and veterans in the future? This is totally unconscionable, and it would be the greatest disgrace of citizenship to spread it. After carefully considering the engraving, Turinus licked his chapped lips and handed it to the freed slave, telling him to take him before the jury, and he made a request, "I am thirsty now, please give me water to drink." ”

When Turinus's request reached the auditorium, the high priest burst into tears, and he hastened to ask the servants to bring water, wine, and wheat cakes in, and then he stood up and asked for a temporary adjournment to give his children and his guardians proper treatment, but Cicero then rose up and retorted, "High priest, I must warn you that you are only an observer, and that the course of this case and the manner of the trial have nothing to do with you and me!" ”

The whole courtroom was in an uproar, and Pisso finally banged on the table, saying, "The defendant may be given a quarter of a break." "It's quiet now.

After a while, a new witness appeared, and the door to Turinus's room was opened again, and Turinus looked up hopefully, and was given a new tablet by the freer.

It was engraved with the seal of Fonteus's confession, which made Turinus feel like he had been beaten at that time, and he almost didn't hold the word board, and he seemed to remember that he was surrounded by traitors in the end: Mecenas was open, and this Fonteius was secret—wasn't this and Avinus the first to join his army under the command of his guardian? Later, when Avinus died in battle, he always regarded Fonteus as the most trusted person, but now he felt that he was wrong, Fonteius and Avinus had both been stripped of their military positions by their adoptive fathers, and had been insulted, perhaps in their hearts, they only hated the Julius family, but this hatred was cleverly disguised in Fonteus's body.

Fontejus confessed that he had been given plenty of money to buy off the two centurions and the twins, and to attack the city of Lili.

However, Fonteus did not say that he had any superiors, or that he happily took all the blame on himself and did not confide in any additional people, which finally made Turinus breathe a sigh of relief, and he was even more puzzled about Fonteus's position.

"I have no knowledge of Fonteus's actions, and it is none of my business what he wants to do, and as far as I know, he was dismissed by my adoptive father for inciting mutiny, and perhaps mutiny was his greatest hobby and interest in life?" Turinus engraved these words on the reverse side of the tablet again and placed them in the hands of the freed slave.

"What's your name?"

"Dillos, my Excellency."

"Is it the home where Apollo was born?"

"How do I know, I know some Greek, so the master released me and gave me this name." Dyros placed the jug on the ground, then grabbed the board and walked out.

Turinus lay on the jug, gulped the cow and began to cry when he finished drinking, he missed his mother, missed his sister, and of course what Turinus feared the most: he was betrayed and interrogated, what role did Corinna play in it.

He just passively thought about it.

(End of this volume) (To be continued......)