Augustus Road

"This is my last destination!" Brutus also shouted, and then he held his hand on the pottery urn on the table, which was obviously used to prepare his bones. "Lepidus attempted to Let my body suffer the humiliation of being paraded through the streets, but I will raise my sword and commit suicide first, then ask my retinue to cremate me secretly and send my bones back to my mother in Rome."

"Your mother will not love these cold bones like you. This will only make her more heartbroken. Brutus, you are a selfish person. Your soldiers, your family and your subordinates, follow As for you, what are you planning on? Is it just the illusory ideals in your mouth? No, they also want life, peace, family and entertainment. Now that the high priest can give all of this to the people, to anyone. , his will can ensure the reasonable and orderly operation of the entire country, so why should he fight for the dead bones in the tomb? "Urabella is also an eloquent person, and actually tried to persuade Brutus, but Brutus? Tu Ke stretched out his hand and did not look at him, but replied very decisively, "You go ahead, Eulabella. As a former comrade and the current messenger of Lepidus, I have no reason to kill you, but You can’t move me. If people are not willing to die for their ideals, then what’s the difference between me and those walking dead?”

"But these kind citizens and the soldiers who follow you are definitely not walking corpses who can be martyred with you. You are wrong Brutus." Eurabella said, taking out the clipboard again and placing it on the In front of Brutus, he said that you can read it carefully. This is the second letter from the high priest to you.

Brutus took it, then walked slowly, looking at Lepidus' letter, his tone was very different from what the castle said before and the first letter, "Marchus, I don't know if you still remember the first time we met. That time? That was on the ship to Sardinia. Your face was full of stubbornness and stubbornness as it is now. At that time, you clearly loved your cousin Portia, but for her. I took the initiative to propose to Yulia because of my ancestral grudges. But fortunately, Yulia was a smart woman. She rejected you, just like she refused to be bound by so-called ideals in life. At that time, I understood the real you. , you are the kind of person who is trapped by shadows while walking. Come out of the illusion, Brutus, I am sorry for the previous wording, but the meaning is indeed the same, for Seville. Your mother, your wife, especially Portia, her hair has turned from black to white, and her skin is no longer smooth and beautiful.”

Seeing this, Brutus's jaw trembled violently, and he couldn't bear to continue reading. Until now, he had indeed forgotten that in his hometown in the City of Seven Hills, there was Portia, whom everyone had forgotten, waiting for him, waiting for him infatuatedly.

This world has been lost, but the only thing that can remain in his heart is his wife.

Suddenly, Brutus almost collapsed. He missed his wife, but he was trapped here. Thousands of miles away from her, he held the writing board, tears like a bursting flood, and then he started to cry. Holding his chest and sobbing, this scene shocked everyone around him, including Eurabella. Brutus grabbed the clothes on his chest, pulled his hair, and kept shouting "Bo "Thea. Portia", then knelt down in front of the small table and grabbed the dagger on it.

At this time, the man next to Youlabella, who had been sent by Lepidah as a servant in advance, suddenly took off the woolen clothes wrapped around his body, revealing his long hair, and he also cried and rushed towards her. , his hands immediately grasped the tip of Brutus' sword, and blood flowed out instantly. Brutus's eyes widened, but he saw Portia's pain-ridden face, "Are you going to force me to death? Marcus!" After saying that, she held up the woolen clothing with one hand, but it was a toga, and shouted, "You recognize this, yes, it is the only clothing my father uses to cover his body in winter. It was a symbol of Cato the Younger. Later, after his father died in Masseria, this piece of clothing was sent to Rome as a relic. Do you know how I survived those days and my eyes almost went blind from crying? But I survived because I thought of you, my husband, Marcus Brutus - but how can one leave his wife and die alone? Pierce this sword into my chest! I want you to know that it is already withered and empty inside. Come on, come on!"

As she said that, Portia re-grabbed Brutus' sword blade with both hands and kept pulling it towards her chest. At this time, there was a "pop" sound, and Brutus' hand grasped Portia tightly. arms, never relaxed...

About the next day, Eurabella walked out of the city of Athens and came to the high priest's military camp. "The remaining legions in the city are willing to surrender, and all the citizens of Athens are also willing to surrender. This war does not need to continue cruelly."

"Very well, where is Brutus?" asked the high priest.

"Like Cassius, he committed suicide by swallowing his sword; in addition, his wife Portia also died beside him, by swallowing charcoal." Eurabella said with a sad face.

After hearing this result, Lepidus sighed and walked out of the camp. He saw the white Athens being caressed by the blue waves under the golden sunshine. He murmured to himself, "Maybe this is also the best result, Masselia." There is no need to repeat the great tragedy. Brutus finally left a true gift of faith to the world. Leo and Matthias were about to hold a ceremony to enter the city. All the citizens and soldiers in Athens who laid down their weapons continued to give. A free person does not allow soldiers to loot at will. "

Soon after, a ship sailed from the port of Piraeus, paddling the waves, and headed south. After many days and nights, the people on board held two small pottery urns and walked onto the ship. He arrived at the port of Ostia, then climbed the hill and handed it over to Servilia, Brutus’ mother.

"Are these the bones of my son and Portia?" Servilia sat quietly in front of the pottery urn and whispered, then she touched the patterns on it with trembling hands, "You are finally transformed. For the cold bones have returned to me, my son." Then, she opened the cover of the pottery urn, wanting to touch her son again, even if it was just a pile of ashes.

But what was striking inside was a small crown, which was given to Brutus by Servilia when he fled from Rome.

It was originally used as military supplies for Brutus, but now there were no ashes inside, only this magnificent little crown. Servilia seemed to understand everything. She picked up the crown and said, "My son Brutus. Picture, already dead.”(~^~)