Chapter 245: Death of Caesar (4k5)

The emperors were slightly dissatisfied with the other party's answer, but they had no way of asking further questions.

Their alliance was not strong.

They didn't plan to go any further until something really happened in their own territory.

So as not to destroy their alliance before the slave rebellion was over.

After all, nothing really happened on their territory.

After taking a look at his companions, the Roman Emperor Pompey said:
"If there's nothing else, let's stop here for today, okay?"

The emperors nodded slightly in agreement.

This originally pleasant negotiation ended in coldness and suspicion.

Everything that happened afterwards went as smoothly as Moon had expected.

The Romans indeed watched his excavations.

They didn't even send any troops to harass him, just waiting for him to excavate the ruins so as to explore the way for them.

It was as if all of them really thought that the Temple of Remembrance was within their grasp.

In response, Moon just shook his head in amusement.

Although three eras have passed, and although the Romans today are no longer the same as they were back then.

But their thoughts are still exactly the same.

I don’t know if this can be considered a different kind of eternal life.

Moon still remembers how confidently and foolishly they planned that assassination that was full of loopholes.

Because I am a mortal, they can kill me without any arrangements just by having each of them hold a dagger in the Senate?
Theoretically, it is indeed feasible.

But in the extraordinary world, it is obvious that with just a little thought, such a stupid plan and motive would never succeed without the cooperation of the other party.

Although they succeeded that year, it was because Moon condoned it.

But now, Moon was not going to perform as they expected.

After three eras, it’s time for a new group of people to step down.

Next to Moon's tent, Miss Leida was hiding in the tent, looking at the sky outside with tears and snot.

It had been six days since she had been captured, and she had even met Augustus during that time.

But for some reason, after meeting Augustus, he placed her here.

She never said why, never did anything, and few people even looked at her.

This made her very nervous.

I have no idea what Augustus is going to do.

Not long after, Miss Leida heard the noise outside and hurriedly wiped away her tears. She stood up and saw a woman bringing in food and water.

"time to eat."

"Yeah, thank you, thank you."

After receiving the food, Leida asked the question she had always been concerned about:

"Can I know what you are doing locking me up?"

The woman with a very obvious white mark on her neck shook her head and said:
"I don't know what Lord Augustus thinks."

After saying that, he left.

At the door, two gladiators can be seen guarding it.

This is also the reason why Leida gave up on escaping.

She couldn't beat the two gladiators.

As for Leida, Quintus was equally puzzled. While delivering food to Moon, Quintus also asked Moon:

"Sir, what on earth are you doing with that corpse defiler locked up? You're even locking her up right next to you. Isn't that too imprudent?"

Moen sighed and said:
"It's just what we have to do for now."

"why?"

"Because any other solution would be too dangerous."

Quintus tried to understand Moon and said:

"Are you worried about the witch's relationship with her?"

"That's not it."

Quintus couldn't understand, so he could only say:
"Sir, according to your instructions, and with everyone's hard work, we will be able to dig it out by the day after tomorrow at the latest. But according to the current progress, if it doesn't rain tonight, I think we will be able to dig it out by noon tomorrow."

Mo En then looked at the sky seriously and said:

"you sure?"

"My Lord, I am very sure. I have been keeping an eye on the progress."

Moen then nodded and said:
"Then it should start tomorrow."
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Below the top of the mountain where Morn was stationed was the slaves' tents.

In order to dig out the ruins as soon as possible, they have been working in shifts day and night.

However, in order to take care of my companion who was resting nearby.

During the darkest two hours of the night, even the ruins excavation site would try to stop work and only do some small jobs that don't make much noise.

But now, when the ruins excavation site has become quiet, many of the slaves' tents are crowded with people.

They had slaves who had escaped from outside, as well as slaves who were already in Agas.

There were many of them, but they did not gather in large groups, but gathered in twos and threes.

They tacitly avoided slaves who were not their companions. This was normal as slaves were a group that easily formed groups.

So, few people think there is a problem.

In order to survive better under the slave owners, the slaves learned a lot.

This includes how to quickly distinguish who will be your companions and how to avoid slaves who are not companions.

Whether it's avoiding their people or their eyes and ears!

For survival, or more likely for the sake of avoiding a whipping or getting a piece of stinky bread.

Slaves might report their fellows' inappropriate behavior to their masters.

For example, slacking off at work, stealing food, insulting the owner, etc.

Slaves were a concept and a class, but not a whole.

This is exactly the situation now.

The slaves who avoided the other slaves gathered together and had their final communication tacitly.

"Are the Romans' promises real?"

“Can rewards and pardons really be obtained?”

This was the problem for many Agas slaves.

In response to their questions, the slaves who escaped from outside also gave their own responses.

Some portable gems and gold, or perhaps a personal pardon from some high Roman official.

The radiance of gold and gems captured the slaves' eyes.

The pardon letter from the Roman official made them swallow their saliva uncontrollably.

As Moen discovered at the beginning.

Many people did not resist slavery, but resisted being slaves.

This is true even for the slaves themselves.

If given the chance, many slaves would not hesitate to climb up by stepping on the corpses of other slaves.

Even after they themselves become noble slave owners, they will not stop, but will inflict even greater suffering on other slaves for all that they have suffered.

So much so that Moon, who used to be Constantine, was often unable to respond to the demons' questions - do you think that compared to us, the people you protect are really not demons?

The most terrifying thing Moon had ever seen did not happen in the abyss, but in the human world.

The cruelty of mortals often exceeds even the expectations of demons.

Moon had also seen many demons say in person that they learned a lot of things from the mortals who called out to them.

Sadly, these demons didn't lie.

It is said that before the abyss and the real world truly began to connect, the demons were nothing more than a group of intelligent beasts keen on killing.

The greatest evil they can think of is killing for purposes other than satisfying their hunger.

As for Rome, Moon had no doubt that many places were definitely a hell that was even more like the abyss than the abyss.

Moon was even curious about why the demons were still in the Forsaken Land after so many years, and why the demon disaster had not yet broken out in the Old World.

And after seeing these displays, the slaves became even more impatient.

The only thing they were thinking about at this moment was to let the sun come out as soon as possible, let the slaves dig up the ruins as soon as possible, and let them rush towards a truly luxurious life.

After realizing this, the slaves who showed them all this also threw out greater temptations:
"The nobles in Rome have said that not only can they give you rewards and pardons, but they will also let you take the relics tomorrow first!"

"Think about it, that's a relic from the Age of Gods, who knows how many good things are hidden inside!"

After hearing this, the slaves became even more excited.

But they still tried hard to suppress their excitement and forced themselves to rest in order to prepare for tomorrow's hard fight.

Of course, before falling asleep, they sharpened their weapons like the most devout believers, and placed them under themselves with affectionate kisses.

The status of a free man, countless wealth, and slaves serving him, all depend on the weapons he had just polished!
However, as the night became more chaotic and people could not tell whether it was dawn or still a long night, some slaves climbed out of their tents cautiously.

They looked towards the top of the mountain and then walked towards it, swallowing their saliva.

They wanted to tell all this to the Great One who was the only one standing by their side.

But unfortunately, many of them were held down and had their mouths and noses covered by the people next to them just as they were trying to get up, and then they died quietly in silence.

The only one who succeeded only made it to the foot of the mountain, where he was suddenly stabbed in the throat by an unknown slave beside him.

He took a look at the corpse at his feet, and then at the lights on the mountain, before anyone discovered what was happening.

They deeply concealed their envy and excitement as they looked up at the top of the mountain, and instead quietly dragged the body away.

Augustus on the top of the mountain represents unlimited power and wealth.

They are really looking forward to tomorrow. If possible, they also want to taste the woman next to Augustus.

It is said that the woman was very beautiful. Although some people said that she was just an ordinary beauty, they did not believe it. The woman who could be kept by Augustus' side must be a goddess-like beauty!

Even if that was true, she was Augustus's woman, and they would love to have a taste of such a noble person!
Miss Leida, who felt a chill for some reason, carefully wrapped herself in the blanket that was assigned to her.

Moon stood quietly in the tent waiting for dawn.
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When the time came to noon.

Just as Quintus had expected, the slaves who worked day and night finally dug out what Moon had said - a huge blue stone wall.

It is a color that is completely different from the surrounding soil, and one can tell at a glance that it is not a naturally formed thing.

Although there are no traces of knife cutting or axe chiseling, the delicate patterns on it tell it all.

The slaves could not understand what the patterns meant.

But they knew it was hope, hope of defeating the slave owners.

However, not all people think this way.

Many slaves felt dry mouth and hot body.

This is the relic, and their wonderful life will soon be realized!

Their hands unconsciously reached for their carefully hidden weapons, and their eyes couldn't help but drift towards the heads of their companions beside them.

But they still resisted the urge to take action.

The nobles of Rome have spoken.

He said that we must wait until Augustus opened the ruins and confirmed that we could enter.

And amid the great anticipation of the crowd.

Augustus finally walked down from the top of the mountain where he could see the whole picture.

He walked towards the green ruins slowly under the watchful eyes of everyone.

At the same time, the Roman fleet that had been waiting nearby also set off instantly.

The slaves and the Romans were all looking forward with great joy to the beauty that the ruins represented.

Quintus, who was staying beside Moon, was looking at the slaves around him with scrutiny.

He received a lot of bad reports.

This made him a little uneasy, although he roughly guessed what Augustus meant.

But because he didn't know the whole story, he was still very uneasy.

In particular, he had no idea how to determine who was one of his own.

The Romans' counterattack was not fierce, but the more they came into contact with him, the colder his spine became.

This anxiety reached its peak today.

Because he keenly noticed that the expressions of many slaves had changed.

The number of people might be much greater than he initially estimated.

He could only try his best to arrange people he thought were okay around Augustus.

He always stayed by Augustus' side, holding the hilt of the sword.

He really didn't dare to let the tragedy that happened in the Roman Senate happen again.

The only thing that made him feel lucky was that the people he placed around Augustus were all warriors who had followed Spataco in the uprising.

And they also followed Augustus to kill General Galli.

At least they should be reliable.

At least if something unexpected happens, they should be able to protect Augustus and escape.

This was the only thing that Quintus found comforting.

Moon walked to the green stone wall as if he was unaware of everything.

This is the memorial temple left over from the Age of Gods.

This was not his creation, but it is indeed closely related to him.

Because half of the reason why the eldest son who stayed here built the memorial temple was to mourn his death.

He even left behind a treasure that even his eldest sons could not ignore - the Holy Sword - as a burial object.

Quintus did not accompany Moon. He stayed outside the excavation site. He wanted to organize the warriors who were still willing to fight for freedom and Augustus in the worst time to resist the betrayal and malice from their companions.

In his extreme restlessness, Quintus subconsciously looked at the great man who was the only one who could make him feel at ease.

At the forefront of the gladiators, Augustus, wearing a bloody ribbon, was still so conspicuous.

This gave him a small sense of relief.

It was also at this time that everyone saw Augustus placing his hand on the blue stone wall, which showed no response or even any trace no matter how hard he knocked on it.

Then, all of them saw a ripple spreading from the palm of Augustus' hand to the entire stone wall.

Then, amid everyone's uproar, a huge, deep, and quiet passage suddenly appeared in front of Augustus.

The atmosphere reached its peak at this moment.

The crowd seemed to hold their breath.

Quintus quickly turned his head to look at the slaves outside, and his fingers gripping the hilt of the sword were so tight that their joints turned blue.

He knew that the time was now.

But what Quintus didn't expect was.

The beginning of the incident happened behind the person he was most confident in.

The moment the deep passage appeared, the crowd held their breath.

Betrayal has happened!
The gladiators who had followed Spatarco thrust their swords at Augustus.

Everyone saw this horrific scene.

The sword of freedom, which should have been swung at the enemy, pierced the chest of the one who rescued them.

Then came the second sword of the second person, and the third.
All the gladiators standing next to Augustus thrust their swords at him.

It's like a repeat of the Second Age!

Faced with such a scene, the crowd was thrown into great uproar and chaos.

Some wanted to rush towards Augustus, while others rushed towards their companions in front of them.

Quintus stumbled and fell in great reluctance and despair.

But even so, he continued to rush towards the figure that had not yet fallen.

With an almost insane roar, Quintus drew his sword with red eyes and rushed towards the group of traitors with more people.

The traitors who assassinated Augustus drew out and raised their daggers with great excitement.

They won it all!
In the distant Second Age, the elders once raised the dagger stained with the blood of Augustus.

They won Rome!
　I still have a low fever, so I'll keep it at 4500 for now... Sorry

　　
　
(End of this chapter)