Augustus Road

In the senate hall where the architect carefully designed the echo channel, Cicero’s voice was loud and the clouds cracked like rain of javelins, like a furious sword fight, and like the throwing of stone bullets:

"Catiline! How long are you going to abuse our patience? How long are you going to toy with your crazy behavior? How far will your unscrupulous style go? The night guards in Rome are not there at all. It is not in your eyes that patrols are everywhere; the terror of the people is not in your eyes; the union of all upright men is not in your eyes; the meeting of the Senate in this fortified place is not in your eyes Here; don’t you see the expressions on everyone’s faces at all?”

"Consul Cicero, you have no concrete evidence at all..." Catiline stood on a seat somewhere, pretending to be calm.

Cicero ignored him at all and waved the letter from Crassus and the amber tablet sent by a mysterious person in front of everyone: "Your plan has been exposed. Do you think that everyone in the Senate does not know what you did the day before yesterday?" ? I wonder what you did yesterday? Where did you gather with the party members, what did you plot, what did you plan! Everything was seen by the six hundred people in the Senate, and the two consuls also saw it!

There was a din like the waves, especially when Cicero spoke the last words. The senators stood up one after another and responded loudly, as if they really all knew Catiline's every word and deed every night. Although Tatmadaw had a close relationship with Catiline before, in order to avoid suspicion, he had to huddle in a corner and say nothing, so as not to become the target of public criticism.

The servants began to bang their sticks at the door, asking for silence in the meeting.

Cicero continued to pursue: "You still dare to come here today? This clearly shows your wantonness and ruthlessness." Then he suddenly pointed his finger directly at Catiline and shouted: "You We have all felt the look in your eyes. You are choosing everyone here who you will murder in the future, but I have no fear. The Republic will not let your conspiracy succeed. You are in Pletis Fortress, Didn’t everything you did in Fesule and Capua fail or be about to fail? Your gang of gangsters are no match for the strong guardians of the Republic and the city of Rome. I Never show mercy to the traitors of the Republic, you will be like the Gracchi brothers before you (previous Roman reformers, leaders of the populist movement, instigating the common people to confront the nobility, proposing land and debt bills, only to be brutally killed by the powerful one after another), With their reputation ruined and no bones left, weren't the ancestors of the Gracchus brothers noble enough? No, they were killed just because they were suspected of betraying the republic. And you, Catiline, don't think that you have made acquaintance with a few daring tribunes. Even if he thinks he can fight against the order of the republic, wouldn’t Gracchus be a tribune when he died? Because, as Cicero, I am a consul, and I can combine law and tradition, and the prestige of the Senate, into an invincible weapon. The sharp sword pierced your chest easily. Now this sharp sword is temporarily placed in its scabbard because of my kindness, but kindness does not mean that I will neglect my duty. If the Etrunian rebel veteran If you don’t lay down your arms, if you are unwilling to admit your crime, if the enemies of Rome are still hiding in the dark, I swear, maybe tomorrow, maybe today, I will draw my sword out of its sheath!”

The Senate once again gave a standing ovation. The staff's rods were almost broken, while the clerks were sweating profusely. They were writing furiously on papyrus at the speed of Cicero's words. They all felt vaguely, Cicero's speech and criticism today will remain famous throughout history.

"The amber tablet in your hand is just the list of ten members of the committee that I collected privately when I asked the tribune Julus to propose the land reform plan. It is not the conspiracy or treason you say!" Catiline He stood up angrily and protested.

"Oh?" Cicero turned the amber plate, "Didn't Syracuse Lantulus and another man above hide daggers and lead a group of people to attack them in the past few nights? Are you trying to assassinate me in my name? There are more than a hundred good citizens and righteous young nobles who have volunteered to defend my house. Catiline, the night can no longer cover you with its darkness. Conspiracy and filth, in our eyes, your ugliness is as obvious as day!"

At this time, Catiline's face was dripping with sweat. These pig-like teammates... What else did he want to fight for, but his voice was drowned out by the manic curses of hundreds of people in the Senate. He began to whimper. He began to tremble, his previous calmness and boldness disappeared, and he suffered in a helpless place. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, and howled in despair and resentment to everyone present: "Since my enemy Cicero is like this Push me to the abyss of despair, I will not be afraid to throw a piece of rubble to suppress the fire burning towards me! Yes, now I see two people, one has a strong body and a small head, and the other has a small head. The head is extremely big and the body is stooped. What I want to do is to put the former body and the latter head together. Is that wrong? "

As a result, his irrational speech completely ruined him. The Senate collectively shouted slogans of murderers and traitors. Cicero also announced on the spot that he had become the most unpopular person in Rome, waiting for his death. The punishment was expulsion from Rome.

"I? A typical Roman, but because of my lofty ideals, I was expelled from Rome; and you? An outsider, but became the savior of the Republic!" Catiline laughed bitterly and wildly as if he had watched a bad comedy, "Consul, do you mean to punish me with exile?"

"Yes, the end of exile is Marseilles. Go, Catiline, in Rome, except for your evil accomplices, no one does not hate you, no one does not dislike you."

Amidst the scolding, Catiline stumbled in humiliation and resentment, leaving the Temple of Concordia where the senators gathered, and came to the street outside. His followers were wailing, some angrily tearing their clothes to express their dissatisfaction with the Senate's ruling, but more confidants held Catiline's hand and proposed one emergency plan after another. And Catiline has obviously changed, with only despair and anger that can destroy everything in his eyes.

At the corner of the street, Opric and several fellow gladiators nodded to each other and slowly mixed into Catiline's team.

At dusk, several priests of the Temple of War covered their wounds on their chests and stomachs, groaned and fell into a pool of blood while holding the columns. The raging flames spread all over the temple. A group of mobs shouted and carried out a huge golden eagle from the inside. The pedestal under the eagle's claws was engraved with the words "653 years since the founding of Rome. Vesiri. Cimbri".

"That was the legion eagle flag that the consul Marius used to defeat the invading Cimbri forty years ago. It has been kept as a sacred vessel in the Temple of War. Catiline actually stole it?" Hearing the report of a gladiator, Carabis sat in the tavern seat of Domnino and pondered, "What did his followers say when Catiline was exiled?"

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