Augustus Road

At this moment, Papinna felt that the summer night wind suddenly woke his head up. He actually felt a chill, and then his psychological reaction was that he was finished.

That's right, he had always suspected that it was Apis of the Popular Party who used Setoulis to transform into a deer-horned statue to stir up trouble, but he had never suspected the young and handsome Lepidus from Rome who seemed to be carefree, because Lepidus never talked about his political orientation in his daily life. He was like the most standard and qualified staff or general, and his foreign naturalized citizenship, so in his subconscious mind, Lepidus was a "very shallow" character.

But now it seems that this is not the case. He was very wrong. The jumping picture before changed to a splicing and mosaic mode and passed through his mind again.

In fact, as early as when they first met, another financial officer, Lepidus, knew his identity through Caesar's mouth, but this man was very cunning. He first hid his true thoughts and deceived him, and then he must have bribed the fortune teller privately, deliberately "stirring up trouble" and making him highly panicked, so that he could concentrate and enthusiastically look forward to Caesar's transfer order. Then, Lepidus successfully misled my suspect to Apis of the Civilian Party by purchasing salt for the army. He continued to manipulate it, always hiding it from everyone, and insidiously controlling the whole situation behind the scenes. At the awarding ceremony, Milu and Tagus were just chess pieces on the surface to increase the stimulation to me, so that I would be more suspicious of Apis and move the camp. Even if I didn't move, I would be suspicious and blocked from the source of information. But what's more amazing is that this man actually "forged" Caesar's letter!

But he "forged" only my letter, the other three are real. Now the answer is revealed, the contents of the other three letters of Caesar are the same: I went to Gaia, Italy, and Lepidus returned to Rome. Only mine is: I went back to Rome with Lepidus to assist Caesar's election.

Who told me that I was frightened before, and when I encountered this news, I felt like I had grabbed a life-saving straw, lost my calmness in the trial, and did not disclose the details of the letter to Apis and others (because of his suspicion), so I was "kidnapped" out of the camp by Lepidus, no, he took the initiative to go out.

I have arranged the following dramatic plot myself-Papinna, Caesar's temporary treasurer in Spain, was killed by barbarians or horse bandits on the way to Gaia, Italy after breaking up with Lepidus halfway, and his body was thrown into the wilderness. Everyone in charge of the legion can "testify" to this.

At this time, he saw that the cavalryman holding a torch and reading the order next to him looked familiar, a familiarity that made people afraid. He turned around tremblingly and looked at the short and strong cavalryman. Yes, Lepidar must have hidden this guy when he interviewed him before. Yes, this guy seemed to be the most capable civil engineering expert under Setoulis in the past. Oscar City in northern Spain was built by this guy. He remembered it!

And Pop, who was looking at Papinna, also curled up his thick lips. It can be seen that he was laughing happily, a kind of laugh that treated Papinna as a dead man, and a particularly dazzling laugh under the shaking of the flames.

When Lepidar's ala cavalry stopped and watched Papinna's financial officer screaming, he jumped off the carriage in panic, ignored his entourage, and ran aimlessly into the dense forest path.

"What's going on." Lepidar on the back of the owl said in surprise, and then pointed at Popper beside the carriage and asked.

"I'm not sure. I just want to ask if the treasurer needs guards to go to Gaia, Italy."

"Asshole, it must be that you were unclear when reading my order, which caused the misunderstanding of the treasurer. Come with me to chase the treasurer back. You know, it's not peaceful now. The war has just ended, and there are refugees, bandits and tomb robbers everywhere." Lepidar quickly shouted, asking the rest of the cavalry to light torches and protect the carriage. Then, together with Pope, they chased into the dense forest where Papinna disappeared.

But the more Lepidar shouted and the more he chased, the faster Papinna wailed. The branches and thorns tore his clothes. He had carefully taken care of them before setting off, but now they were all gone. The fallen leaves and tree roots in the dark night kept tripping him. He had no time to care how much blood he shed. He just knew to continue to get up and look for the unknown way forward.

Finally, he stopped running and stopped in front of a stream, because a group of black shadows appeared in the bushes opposite. The first one was riding a horse, wearing a cloak and armor, wearing a Celtic round helmet with antlers on his head, holding a sharp sword in his hand, flashing cold light, really like a ghost of revenge from purgatory.

Papinna raised his hands and knelt down slowly in despair. He didn't know what to say. Could this really be the ghost of the one-eyed general! In fact, even if it wasn't, he didn't want to run hopelessly anymore. He knew very well that Libido and Pope behind him wanted his life, so it would be better to die under the ghost sword of Setoulis, which would also be a wish.

But when he knelt down, he soon found that the posture of the antler warrior opposite was wrong. Setoulis was never left-handed, but this one did hold the sword with his left hand. Could it be that the underworld is equivalent to the mirror of the human world, and everything is reversed? The warrior laughed and raised his right hand. Papinna saw that there were only two fingers left on his hand.

Here, Lepidus and Pope also rode behind him and jumped off the horse very lightly, "Let me introduce you briefly. He is just a bandit in Lusitania, named Fingertip Combano. Yes, he intercepted Caesar's letter and tampered with it. His motive is very sufficient - he coveted your money and secrets, and killed you on your way to take office. Then he will send your head to the legion camp to confirm this matter."

When he knew that the guy opposite was just a bandit, Papinna, who was calmly going to die, turned back and cried to Lepidus who was standing in the shadow of the tree to explain all this: "Dear Lepidus, you can't do this to me. You know, I have a lot of precious letters in my hand. As long as you and I cooperate, we can even become consuls side by side in a certain year."

"Don't be silly, do you think Caesar and I are the kind of fools who think that knowing some dirty news about each other can make the other party submit to you? These things of yours will only make Caesar a target." Lepidus replied coldly.

"But after I die, Rome will definitely suspect that you are the one who did it!" Papinna was not desperate yet. He held the letter box full of secrets tightly and howled at it.

"So what? The Roman nobles are only afraid of brokers like you knowing their secrets. Would they be afraid of a bandit with only two fingers knowing their secrets? Believe me, Papinna - your inexplicable death at the hands of the bandits tonight will only be a good thing for all the nobles - they will get the news and may hold a secret private banquet to celebrate your death. As for me, I never leave my name when doing good deeds." After Lepidus finished speaking, he gave Pope a look, and Pope raised the hammer... (To be continued)