"Julius, you should take care of yourself." His wife, Korpunia, wept, and then several slaves came forward with their shoulders on their shoulders, and Caesar, sweating profusely, waved his hand to the people in apology, and then lay down on it, very wilted, and slowly left the square.

When thousands of civilians and knights had dispersed from the square with worried discussions, the Tuscan prophet, who had almost been arrested, also staggered to the tavern by the sheepfold, and several fancy maids immediately hugged him with plates, but the prophet only nodded, and went straight through the counter and the small atrium, and came to the dark arcade in the back, and as soon as he stepped into the door, a young man in a toga robe sat there and waited for him, "Have some wine, it is from your hometown, Just warmed. ”

After saying that, the big-breasted and glamorous proprietress came over tremblingly, and poured a glass of wine in front of the prophet who was also seated, so the prophet took off his cloak, he was a clear man of about fifty years old, with a big hooked nose, and a little melancholy on his brow, probably this is also the standard appearance of a prophet, he was actually an Alobrogis, that is, a Celtic Gaul, originally a druid, and later went into the Tuscany region to learn prophecy from the locals.

"I did as you asked, and warned Julius. Caesar, that is, the dictator of Rome. ”

Li Bida then turned the ring on his finger and said, "He didn't take your prophecy seriously, did he?" ”

The soothsayer took a sip of his drink, nodded, and continued. "Prophecy itself is a warning. But because of the problems of the times and fate itself. This kind of warning is often criticized by the world because it is vague, in fact, no one really believes in the prophecy, and if he believes and escapes the fate, it is tantamount to saying that the prophecy cannot be accurate; But if he didn't believe in the prophecy and died a tragic death, wouldn't it prove to mankind that fate is powerful and cruel, and that it cannot be disobeyed? This is the paradox of prophecy, and it is the greatest humor of our prophets. ”

For his remarks. Li Bida nodded in approval, "Li Xilia is so confident, she said that I can save Caesar three times, but she still can't change the fate of Julius. ”

"Why are you doing this, I remember you told me earlier that you were ready to protect yourself after Caesar's death, so what do you want to do this?" The prophet asked.

Li Bida leaned on the pillar and said. "I remember one time, Caesar once said it to me. He was afraid to smell blood, and I laughed at that time, you know, we were fighting in Greece at that time, and countless soldiers spilled blood on the battlefield every day and every night, both enemies and comrades, and as the commander of the whole army, he was still afraid of blood? But Caesar had a very serious expression on his face at the time, and he said that yes, every time he tried to restrain himself, and did not vomit and faint because of the smell of blood. Later he told me the reason, that is, at a very young age, when his uncle Marius was in a civil war with Sula, when his uncle took advantage of Sulla's expedition to join forces with Cinna, and killed the consuls, the high priest, the lawyer, the tribune, and so on, and almost all of them were killed, including Crassus's father, Antony's grandfather, Marius's associates, and of course Caesar's own two uncles, all of whom had their heads cut off and piled up in the square and were still eaten by crows and wild dogs, and Caesar was still very young. Every time he walked out of the Subura, he could see this scene very quickly, and once when he was standing on the edge of the square, he saw Marius walking by, and what made him terrible was that his uncle had killed so many people, but there was no wave in his eyes, it was a beastly look, there was no mercy, you must know that many of these heads, but they were all relatives of Marius, and he didn't understand why he had to kill so many people when he was so keen on power, it was not called pursuit, but just a simple sadist. So, Caesar forgave many people during the war, but I learned that his current state of mind, his epilepsy and brain disease are said to be getting stricter and stricter, and he is more and more incapable of handling government affairs, and he also knows that forgiving the enemy is sometimes killing himself, of course he knows that after his death, if there is no measure, the Julius family will be ruined by all the despicable villains hiding in the dark corners during his lifetime, as well as his dreams and career, so he is not afraid of death, but he is also the same as me, He needs to do what happens after death, and the so-called prophecy is something that I have to do from my standpoint, but he probably doesn't care from Caesar's standpoint - as Caesar himself said, a man who is always on guard is not a great man at all. ”

Then, in Chinese, Li Bida suddenly said Shakespeare's famous sentence in "Macbeth": "I have my feet in a pool of blood, and if I no longer wade through blood, the way back will be equally tireless." Then the room fell silent, very, very silent.

In front of Brutus's house, Cassiio called out to him, but Brutus looked at him, but lowered his eyes, and seemed to be still a little embarrassed and unhappy, Cassillo strode forward and said, "My dear friend, have you lost the warmth of my eyes in your eyes?" Yes, I was carried away by something inconsequential and almost buried our cause. You know, in the city of Rome that groans under the shackles of Caesar, even I sometimes have to make a gesture, squeeze out a flattering smirk, and bow down under the boots of a dictator and an attempt to be king, and see, you will take the former Cassiillo as your mirror, and after the destruction of the Republic, will not all the nobles be like me, like a swarm of worms, empty and wandering in the palm of Caesar's hand, performing all kinds of ugly dramas for the cold and cold of the scraps he sowed, and the country and the whole Romans will be destroyed, in the future we will be buried will be tombs without glorious epitaphs, not qualified to be placed side by side with the ancestors. But only you, Brutus, your personality, your intransigence, and the glory of your family, can cooperate with me in this task, for once upon a time there was a Brutus who was unwilling to subject the country to the rule of a tyrant, any more than he was willing to put the country in the hands of the devil. ”

"But Caesar can give everyone all the qiē, but I can't." Brutus said melancholy.

Seeing that his words had had had an effect, Kashi seized the other man's hand and said, "You have also seen the ugliness of Caesar in the square today on the Feast of the Wolves, he moaned like a woman, weak like a terminally ill fellow, he foamed at the mouth and fell down and trembled, this kind of man has nothing inside under a strong appearance, and we need not be afraid of him at all. Yes, Caesar could give anything to everyone, the nobles, the knights, and all the weak-willed elements of the populace, gifts, contests, cheap slaves, and after receiving these things, all of them became bitches under tyranny, but I have always believed that there is only one thing, and only you Brutus can give to all the Romans, freedom, and that is freedom! (To be continued......)