Cleopatra's younger brother

Although Pompey was Caesar's political rival, he was also the husband of his only daughter Julia, and he was once the consul of Rome. Killing, so this kind of behavior will not only not please Caesar, but will anger him.

Ptolemy, who was covered in the blanket, let out a long sigh, and he sighed in his heart, the original owner left such a big mess, he patted his ass and left, and then he came here sadly... Crying to death is up to him Before Caesar is settled, he must not let him know, otherwise there is really no future.

This is also the reason why Ptolemy held a dinner tonight. Now in Achiles' heart, he must still be the original Ptolemy, the original owner of the brain. From his contemptuous eyes, it can be seen that he did not regard himself as a pharaoh at all. Put it in your eyes.

But Achilles didn't know that even a rabbit would bite when it was in a hurry, let alone a rabbit with a different core. His lack of defense against Ptolemy became his greatest advantage.

Fumbling his memory, Ptolemy secretly went to find a person, Sidotes, the philosophy teacher of Ptolemy XIII, the first teacher, and the deadly enemy of Achilles.

Compared to Achilles, this man was still loyal to Ptolemy, at least not so ambitious.

It is said that the enemy of an enemy is a friend, and it is true.

Before the banquet, Ptolemy summoned Sidotes privately.

"You know everything about Pompey, right?" Ptolemy said straight to the point, he has no time to waste now.

"Yes, my king." Sidotes nodded with some doubts. He didn't know why Ptolemy suddenly asked him to say this.

"But this order was not given by me."

"Achilles is so courageous!" Sidotes said immediately. Although his expression was serious, Ptolemy XIII could still tell that he was a little gloating.

Ptolemy sighed and blinked his deep and charming eyes, "My dear Mr. Sidotes, what do you think should be done?"

When he said this, he deliberately took a step forward.

The 15-year-old Ptolemy was petite, and Sidotes was half a head taller than him.

This sight just happened to be able to see the looming collarbone.

As if being bewitched by Ptolemy, Sidotes swallowed subconsciously. He knelt down on one knee and held Ptolemy's hand, "I am willing to serve my king."

6|chapter06

A kiss landed on Ptolemy's hand, and the thick beard brushed against the back of his hand. Sidotes looked obsessed, rubbing his face against Ptolemy XIII's hand repeatedly, and it seemed that he didn't intend to let go.

Ptolemy rolled his eyes. Seeing Sidotes like this, he didn't know whether he should be happy or angry, although as a man, he was not as hypocritical as a woman, and it didn't matter if he was kissed or looked at.

But just for a while, if it lasts like this for a long time, it will be a red-blooded hooligan.

However, seeing the reactions of Achilles and Sidotes to him gave Ptolemy a little confidence. It seems that men are very open in this era. Can the difficulty of seducing Caesar be reduced a bit? ?

Uncomfortable being rubbed by the beard, Ptolemy XIII withdrew his hand, looked at his dear "teacher" Sidotes who was kneeling on the ground, and took another step forward.

What he didn't expect was that Xidotes changed from kneeling on one knee to kneeling on both knees, and performed the big salute of kneeling.

"My dear Thirteenth King Ptolemy, Hidotes obeys all your orders and eradicates that devil Achiles." Hidotes raised his head slightly and said to Ptolemy sincerely, of course If it weren't for the voice of swallowing saliva, Ptolemy would have believed his sudden loyalty to himself...

Ptolemy twitched the corners of his mouth, his kneeling posture, his slightly raised head, this angle was really just right.

As a man, anyone would be upset to be looked at like this, and this Xidotes was immediately entered into the blacklist of Ptolemy XIII.

If it is said that Achilles is fair and aboveboard, then Sidotes is a wretched type. Sure enough, no matter what era it is, the attributes of the beasts remain the same.

The feeling of being peeped made Ptolemy XIII a little embarrassed, he silently took a step back, but what he never expected was that Sidotes crawled forward.

He is going to carry this voyeurism to the end!

Ptolemy XIII was completely speechless, but he still had to use Sidotes right now, so he could only endure it. He sighed silently in his heart, let's just watch it, and settle the score later.

"Sidotes, I'm going to hold a banquet in the palace tonight. Take advantage of this opportunity and send someone to steal Pompey's head."

Ptolemy revealed his plan.

Anyway, when Pompey came to Egypt, he was still alive. If the head hadn’t appeared, no one could prove that he was dead. Chiles was fine, and if he wanted to seek revenge, he would not do his own business anyway, Ptolemy XIII thought in his mind.

"To steal Pompey's head?" Sidotes asked in a questioning tone, the tone of loyalty just now is no longer there, although he and Achilles are deadly enemies, but the man holds the entire Ptolemaic kingdom in his hands The military power, this person is not something he can afford.

"Achilles is threatening me with Pompey's head!" Ptolemy XIII raised his tone, then slowly raised his leg and put his foot on Sidotes' shoulder, as expected, He heard the familiar sound of breathing again.

"As the son of Amon, you cannot be threatened by anyone, Sidotes, don't you think so?" Ptolemy XIII rubbed his feet back and forth on Sidotes' shoulders, and even picked his chin with his toes .

"Yes, my great son of Amon!" Sidotes narrowed his eyes, and he stroked Ptolemy's toes with both hands, and then climbed up the rock along the toes.

The callused hands formed a strong sensory contrast with the smooth skin, and Ptolemy XIII couldn't help trembling. Seeing that the hand was about to reach a key part, Ptolemy pressed his hand to the underside of his dress. that hand.

"Sidotes, I'm waiting for the news of your victory." Ptolemy XIII took a few steps back, looking at the disappointment and desire/desire expression of Sidotes.

"Yes, my dear King Ptolemy XIII." Sidotes replied, his eyes went up and down several times on Ptolemy XIII.

Ptolemy automatically ignored Sidotes's shooting eyes, "For the sake of Pharaoh's throne, he endured it!"

Since Ptolemy met Sidotes back and forth quietly, he couldn't stay here for too long. After the order was given, Ptolemy XIII left in a hurry. God bless, this plan must be successful. Otherwise, this cheap price will be taken for nothing!

Although Ptolemy XIII likes men, it doesn't mean that he likes men just because he is a man. In modern times, he belongs to the class of moral integrity in the gay circle. Ren's boyfriend, if he hadn't caught him cheating for the first time, there probably wouldn't be a second one at all.

Unexpectedly, I came to Egypt, alas... let alone, everything is for the position of pharaoh.

The time for Ptolemy to go back was just right. As soon as he lay on the soft couch, Portinos brought a group of people to wash and dress Ptolemy.

Looking at a group of strong male slaves, Ptolemy suddenly lost his previous interest. He had been stared at by that old guy for too long just now, and now he was looking at these bright eyes, he really couldn't bear it.

"When the male slaves go down, they will all be replaced by female slaves." Ptolemy XIII ordered.

For Ptolemy XIII's order, Portinos has always been absolutely executed, the male slaves go out, and the female slaves come in.

Ptolemy XIII glanced at Portinos and didn't speak, but that look seemed to say, why don't you go out.

When it came to Ptolemy XIII's personal court minister, Bordinos knew what his great Ptolemy King was thinking with just a glance.

"Great King Ptolemy, I am a eunuch, not a male slave." Bordinos blinked his little eyes and said very proudly.

What happened to the sparkling eyes was Ptolemy's deep speechlessness, what happened to the eunuch, it's the same as the person in the breath without him!

If he is lazy and cares about Pondinos, he can stay if he likes to stay, at worst, when changing clothes, let him turn around... Yes, let him be in a hurry!

Portinos clapped his hands, and the gorgeous costumes were presented, "Great King Ptolemy, which one of the clothes will be honored to wear your noble body at the banquet tonight."

Ptolemy got down from the soft couch and looked at the row of gorgeous clothes in front of him. There was going to be a big battle tonight, and he had to dress gorgeously and dazzlingly, so that Achiles could focus on the clothes as much as possible. himself.

He looked at the clothes in front of him one by one, and stopped when he walked in front of a set of clothes.

7|chapter07

This dress is a short gown style. The skirt on the lower body reaches a little below the thighs. It looks a bit like a modern miniskirt. It's okay to stand up, and it can barely block the spring. If you squat down...

The clothes are dazzling gold, which can better bring out the fairness of the skin.

Unlike other clothes, the waist was shrunk a little, and compared with those wide-fitting clothes, it could highlight the waist. Ptolemy looked at the dress up and down, and felt that it was almost something.

"Great King Ptolemy, it is a great honor that you have chosen this garment!" Bordinos said exaggeratedly, as if the garment had life.

Ptolemy ignored Portinos, he shook his head, what the hell happened?

"It's a great choice for you not to choose this dress, it can't bring out your dignity at all!" Seeing Ptolemy shaking his head, Bosnos immediately changed his words.

Ptolemy was like Portinos, with him, he couldn't think properly at all!

"Portinos," Ptolemy said to him.

"What are your orders, great King Ptolemy." Portinos responded immediately.

"Get out." Ptolemy gave him these two words.

"Great..." Before he could say anything, Portinos received another stare from Ptolemy XIII.

"Of order, my king." He replied, his tone was not as impassioned as before, and there was a hint of disappointment.

As Portinos withdrew, the palace finally fell silent.

Ptolemy can finally calm down and think about it. How should he design it to achieve the effect he wants?

He stared at the dress for a long time, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Come here, cut this dress for me like this." Ptolemy XIII drew a V shape according to the gesture on the chest of the dress.

The tailor hurried forward and modified the clothes according to Ptolemy's wishes.

"And this, cut this too, and that, cut that too."

After these revisions, the upper body was cut so that the lower body was not covered by the clothes.

The clothes were opened in a deep V from the neckline to the place close to the lower abdomen, and the thick part could be seen just a little bit. If Ptolemy walked inappropriately, it would be the rhythm of every minute.

Looking at the back of the clothes, a long strip of fabric was cut off at the waist, just above the buttocks, and the butt seams can be seen vaguely.

The most exaggerated thing is that the clothes were already short enough, and Ptolemy had someone cut another piece of fabric from the lower part of the clothes, so now the whole butt and buttocks are covered by a narrow piece of cloth.

This size is about the same as modern sexy underwear, but the image is right, Ptolemy designed it according to this standard.

Tonight is very important to him. No matter what method he uses, he must make Achiles not care about other things, even if it means sacrificing his own appearance.

But Ptolemy XIII has not yet reached the point of exhibitionism, he matched himself with a black gauze coat, this looming feeling is even more bloody.

For this banquet, Ptolemy XIII only invited Achiles and his subordinates, and the rest were female slaves and male slaves who came to add to the fun, but with Ptolemy XIII, how could these people still Take a look at other people.

This effect was as expected, Ptolemy XIII appeared, so people's eyes fell on him.

There will be a sniffing sound, and there will be a nosebleed.

Every time Ptolemy took a step, His Highness's hearts were stirred up. Now they see that Ptolemy XIII is still their king. The person in front of them is a stunner, and their primitive instincts occupy their entire brains.

Ptolemy XIII slowly walked to the soft couch and sat down carefully. The clothes seemed to be cut too much by him...

He looked at His Highness's hungry eyes, and felt his chrysanthemum tighten, it was really uncomfortable to be raped by so many people.

Helpless, he has made it this far, he has no way out, or the same sentence, just treat him as if he is in a public bathroom...

Ptolemy XIII raised his legs and got on the soft couch, only to hear His Highness panting heavily, even the sound of the musical instruments did not cover the sound.

If Ptolemy XIII was not the king, he believed that he would die a miserable death.

Just because he is a man himself, he knows exactly what men like, what can make men boil, what can make them crazy.

The music sounded, and the performance began. The scale of the performance was no less than watching a pornographic film. Even so, the eyes of those people were still focused on Ptolemy XIII. He seemed to be looking forward to it. King, you can move, move, this half-covered look is maddening.

That black veil is really exciting and an eyesore.

Ptolemy XIII really overestimated his own face. It was no big deal for him to sacrifice his appearance for the sake of the overall situation, but his whole body was almost in a state of rigidity when everyone looked at him so nakedly. Down.

He remained stiff like this until the next performance began before he relaxed.

Ptolemy XIII has already negotiated with Sidotes, and if the mission is successful, it will be replaced with a second performance.Maybe Achilles was really too relieved of Ptolemy XIII, and the task was carried out much faster than Ptolemy XIII expected.

Ptolemy XIII blocked his front with his hand, then sat up, seeing the disappointed and dissatisfied eyes of His Highness, who seemed to be complaining, since they were all wearing clothes, why should they hide them?

"I'm a little tired, Achiles, you guys have fun here! This is the reward you deserve!" Ptolemy XIII stood up and raised his wine glass. The victory of the task seemed to make him forget the clothes he was wearing. what clothes.

This time...

Achilles squinted his eyes in satisfaction, only he raised his glass, and the others went to look at the scenery in front of them.

Could he take this as Ptolemy XIII's favor to himself?

Achilles became self-satisfied, looking at the seductive Ptolemy XIII in front of him, he even thought, if he could always be so obedient and obedient, he would spare him, such a stunner, such a prodigal , shit, I don't know what it feels like to be under the body.

When a person starts to underestimate the enemy, no matter how powerful he is, he has already lost half.

By the time Achilles returned, he was already too drunk, and when he woke up, it was already the morning of the third day.

In one day and two nights, everything is too late...

The author has something to say: Next, Xiaoshou can only be taken advantage of by the attackers, and the cannon fodder will not be able to see such a beautiful scenery~~~~~

This dress will appear in the future, after all, it is so "good-looking"

8|chapter08

Sidotes sent someone to deliver Pompey's head to Ptolemy XIII. He originally wanted to send it himself. How should his charming king thank himself for such a great gift?

Up to now, as long as the eyes are closed, the smooth touch still seems to stay in the palm of the hand.

Just thinking about it, Sidotes is already "in high spirits".

But it is a pity that the current form does not allow Xidotes to do so. If he personally delivers it, if Achiles finds that Pompey's head is missing, he will be involved.

Although Xidotes and Achiles are deadly enemies, but Aqiles has an army in his hands, Xidotes is obviously not his opponent.

All he can do now is to quietly watch his cute little king fight with Achilles, and secretly play tricks on himself.

Anyway, Ptolemy XIII owed Sidotes a big favor, and he had to pay it back. As for how to pay it back, hehe...

The bundle was immediately delivered to Ptolemy, along with the fruit.

"What is this burden? What kind of fruit is so mysterious." Ptolemy Thirteen thought to himself, looking at the size, could it be durian? Does Egypt still have durian? ?

As a durian lover, Ptolemy Thirteen's eyes immediately brightened.

He couldn't wait to open the bag, and then his face turned white.

"You step back first." Ptolemy XIII said with restraint, his voice trembling.

He stood straight until the male slave left. Ptolemy XIII looked at the "durian" in front of him and felt his stomach churning. He turned around and vomited.

Don't blame him, if you know that there is a human head in front of you, the reaction is not much better.

Damn, this Sidotes is really hateful, just sent Pompey's head here without reminding himself!

But this really cannot be blamed on Sidotes. After all, in the country of Egypt, a country that advocates blood, there is no torture, just a head, and even a three-year-old child is not afraid of it.

Ptolemy XIII closed his eyes, covered the cloth again based on his feeling, then opened his eyes a little, and only after making sure they were covered, he opened them completely.

He had to take care of this thing and hide it with his own hands.

Ptolemy XIII took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly, "God, please forgive my crimes, Amen." He prayed for a long time before walking to the front of the burden.

Just as he stretched out his hand, he retracted it again, turned his head and retched a few times, "ican!" test.

After some ideological struggle, Ptolemy XIII finally broke through his bottom line, and he picked up the burden!Please automatically ignore the violently shaking hands...

Trembling, he put this burden into a jar, which contained a potion, the effect was similar to modern formalin, which could ensure that the head would not be corrupted.

Originally, Ptolemy XIII planned to bury Pompey's head in a pit, but this Egyptian palace is really rich, and the floor is covered with marble, and it is impossible to find any soil. Fortunately, this palace There are many hidden compartments inside, so Ptolemy XIII specially asked Portinos, and found a very secret mechanism in his palace.

The moment the secret compartment was closed, Ptolemy XIII's heart finally settled down. He slumped directly on the ground, and his buttocks touched the cold marble floor, which made him shiver uncontrollably.

My legs are weak and I can't stand up...

Now that he closes his eyes, he can still think of that person's head.

This is Egypt, there is no rule of law, only rights, if you are strong, then the right to life and death is in your hands.

Ptolemy XIII covered his eyes. He first laughed lightly, then laughed loudly, and finally his whole body trembled when he laughed.

He admitted that he was scared just now, and he was scared to death, but so what, isn't Pompey's forehead still in his hands?

Laughing and laughing, he stopped suddenly.

He also covered his eyes, after staying in the palace for so many days, he can know the furnishings in the palace even if he closes his eyes now.

One step, two steps, he walked to the side of the pool.

Looking down at the reflection in the water, he touched his neck again.

I really don't know how long this thing can stay on him.

His face turned pale, Caesar, he whispered the name.

This talent is the key to his long-term stability as an Egyptian pharaoh.

So what if he is a man, what is dignity at this moment?

Ptolemy's eyes gradually became firmer.

If he wants to become the king of Egypt, he must get the support of Caesar, no matter what means he uses!

Next, Ptolemy XIII prepared to wait for Caesar to arrive.

In the past few days, he had to pretend to be sick, or he would not see anyone, or he would come to harass him because of the two old satyrs, Achilles and Sidotes.

Although in order to survive, Ptolemy XIII decided to use his body as a weight in exchange for Caesar's blessing, but this does not mean that he will do the same to other people.

Especially after seeing Pompey's head that day, Ptolemy XIII's original attitude towards the game completely changed.

Now he really feels that he is truly living in the country of Egypt.

Since this is the case, why does he have to please those useless people? He only needs to get one person, and that person is Caesar.

The author has something to say: continue to revise the text...

9|chapter09

Having kingship has this advantage. If Ptolemy XIII doesn't want to see anyone, then no one can enter his palace.

Even if he has very little power in his hands, even if he is a puppet pharaoh, but in order to maintain the order of this country, Achiles and Sidotes still have to do it.

But the days in the Egyptian house were not as beautiful as Ptolemy XIII imagined.

No mobile phone, no TV, no Internet... Ahhh!After a few days of eating, sleeping, and eating, Ptolemy XIII finally couldn't bear this kind of boredom, and could only stare at the boredom of the ceiling every day...

He finally understood why the Egyptians and the Romans liked to fight so much, it must be because they were too bored.

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...

Ptolemy Thirteen counted the sheep boredly, trying to make himself fall asleep. Sleep seemed to be his only way to pass the time.

"Great King Ptolemy, king!" Portinos roared loudly outside the palace gate, the voice was quite excited, and the drowsiness that Ptolemy XIII had just arrived broke away.

With deep resentment in his eyes, Ptolemy XIII lay on the bed and buried his head completely in the blanket.

"The great Ptolemy..."

"Come in, come in, come in!!!" The ears finally couldn't stand the torment of Portinos' voice, and Ptolemy XIII sat up suddenly, with the blanket still on his head.

The chubby Portinos trotted in.

"great……"

Ptolemy XIII took the blanket down and looked at Portinos with deep resentment, "Get to the point."

"The big ship of Roman Senator Julius Caesar is heading towards Alexandria, oh, these unreasonable Romans!" Without any notice, it went directly to other borders. Such an approach is undoubtedly contempt for Egypt.

"Wait, you, you, you, you said Caesar is here?!" Ptolemy XIII widened his eyes and raised his tone.

Portinos nodded subconsciously. It was the first time he had seen such an excited Ptolemy XIII.

"Ohyeah! It's finally here, here, here~" Ptolemy XIII sat up excitedly. The Caesar he had been waiting for for so long is finally here!

"Quickly, quickly change into the gorgeous palace clothes for me, and go to meet Julius Caesar with the biggest battle." Ptolemy XIII said excitedly, and when he turned his head, Portinos' face hung With two nosebleeds.

Ptolemy Thirteen turned around calmly, straightened his skirt with his hands, and cleared his throat.

"Don't go soon!"

"As you order, my great King Ptolemy." Portinos said, his nose bleeding.

I have to say that Portinos's work efficiency is really fast, almost less than 2 minutes after he left the door, the slave who was serving came in with a costume.

What they sent was the traditional costumes of Egyptian pharaohs, the tunic, the tunic is long enough to cover the ankles, the outer body is covered with gold accessories, and the heavy cloak is worn on the head. Pharaoh's crown, and gold ornaments on his hands and feet, the pressure on Ptolemy Thirteen's waist was uncomfortable.

This is not over yet, the maid knelt down on one knee, and used black eyeliner made from lead ore to paint his makeup. Ptolemy XIII has never painted makeup since he came from time travel, although he knew that It's an Egyptian tradition, but how weird it is for a man to wear makeup.

But in Weirdness, Ptolemy XIII closed his eyes, and he thought to himself, hoping that when he opened his eyes, his face could still be seen. For some reason, as long as he thought of eyeliner, Ptolemy XIII would think of it. The eyeliner that is three circles bigger than the eyes in Portinos...

After putting on his makeup, Ptolemy XIII dragged his heavy clothes to the mirror.

Facing himself in the mirror, he froze for a moment, and then sucked his nose. Although it was a bit narcissistic and shameless to say such words, but this face really made blood spurt!Now Ptolemy XIII wanted to push himself, he hooked the corner of his mouth, showing a deceptive smile.

The originally coquettish face with this thick eyeliner is monstrous, absolutely monstrous!No wonder the Egyptians like to use eyeliner, the mysterious and flirtatious feeling is there all at once. Ptolemy XIII bit his red lips and touched his face narcissistically. He couldn't believe it. Caesar saw such a face , can bear it!

"My king." Achilles' urgent voice interrupted Ptolemy XIII who was admiring his face.

Ptolemy Thirteen turned his head and looked at the rare flustered Achiles who had always been calm.

"My dear Achilles, what's the matter?" In order to match Achilles' panic, Ptolemy XIII also deliberately raised his tone.

Achilles looked at the servants beside Ptolemy with sharp eyes.

Everyone bowed their heads.

Ptolemy XIII waved his heavy crown with his hands, then glanced at everyone, "wait at the door."

When only Achilles and Ptolemy XIII were left in the temple, Achilles said, "King Ptolemy, the head of Pompey is missing." He stared straight at Ptolemy XIII.

Although it was unlikely, there were only a few people who knew about Pompey's head, which made Achiles have to suspect Ptolemy XIII. Perhaps, he really underestimated this weak puppet.

"What did you say?!" Ptolemy XIII's eyes widened, and his voice was broken, "Oh, you must be joking, aren't you, Achilles?" Like fainting.

"You really don't know?" Achiles took a step forward and put his hands around Ptolemy XIII's slender waist.

Ptolemy XIII blinked his charming electric eyes, with an aggrieved expression on his face, "Caesar is coming, will he be unhappy without this gift, is there anyone in the city who looks like Pompey? How about cutting off his head, since Pompey is dead anyway."

Achilles kept staring at Ptolemy XIII for a long time without speaking.

Ptolemy Thirteen's eyes gradually became moist. In this posture, the pendant on his body made him uncomfortable, and his waist was tightly clasped.

He put his arms around Achilus' neck, "Is this method not working?" The red lips opened and closed, and Achilus' eyes gradually became deeper.

Achilles took a deep breath, and all the warm breath sprayed on Ptolemy XIII's face.

"Don't mention Pompey to the Romans until the head is found."

Achiles needs to directly anger Caesar, without this head, the effect will not be so good.

Ptolemy XIII blinked, "I listen to you." These four words fell into Achiles' ears, which undoubtedly ignited a flame, but now is not the time.

Resisting the restlessness in his heart, Achilles helped Ptolemy XIII up, but looked at him as if he was going to eat him.

Ptolemy XIII raised the corner of his mouth and shouted loudly outside the palace, "Bordinos, get up and go to meet the distinguished guests of Egypt!"

The author has something to say: Baili promises that Caesar will come out in the next chapter~~~ Although Xiao Shou is sullen, he is an upright and good young man. If you don’t believe me, look at his straight (sao) straight (qi) eyes!

10|chapter10

In the sound of the horn, the ship slowly approached.

Ptolemy XIII looked nervously at the slowly approaching ship, and his heart trembled as he waited for the moment the ship approached the port.

The Caesar he had been waiting for for so many days finally came!

Egyptian palaces were built next to Alexandria, and the normally empty squares were packed, though not to welcome Caesar.

Today is the Egyptian bazaar, where commoners can enter the royal realm to buy and sell freely.

The streets are filled with the sound of hawking, but compared to the bustle of the past, today's people seem to be a little absent-minded. They look towards the gate of the palace from time to time, with flashing lights in their eyes.

Ptolemy XIII looked at His Highness's people with adoring or obsessed eyes, helpless and at the same time a little arrogant in his heart, this appearance with its own beauty function is indeed killing both men and women, All ages.

The boat stopped, and Ptolemy XIII could only see a few figures from such a long distance. The man standing in the middle should be Julius Caesar.

Ptolemy XIII held his hand nervously, waiting for the man to walk towards him step by step.

The bazaar where Xixi was muttering suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes turned from Ptolemy XIII to Caesar, the Romans whom they hated but deeply feared.

Caesar accepted everyone's gazes calmly. With a smile on his face, he walked towards the hall step by step. He didn't even use officers to lead the way, only soldiers. bought something.

"It's really unexpected that Caesar, who has killed/killed countless people, is so close to the people." Achilles said sarcastically. He glanced at Ptolemy, as if waiting for his response.

In the eyes of Achilles, Ptolemy XIII's IQ is absolutely inversely proportional to his beauty, otherwise how could he easily kill Pompey under his own instigation.

But what Achilus didn't expect was that Ptolemy XIII didn't even look at him, not to mention agreeing with him, his eyes were fixed on one person.

There was anger in Achilles' eyes, while Sidotes gloated from the sidelines, but these were not what Ptolemy XIII cared about. He only had one thought in his mind now, that is, Caesar is coming!My own golden thigh, here he comes!

The man was wearing armor and walked towards the hall step by step. With his tall and straight body and mighty posture, even standing in the vast crowd could not stop his sharpness.

The innate aura of a king, the calm demeanor, domineering and wise are subtly integrated in this person.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and the traces left by the years on his face not only did not make him old, but on the contrary, he was more masculine.

Ptolemy XIII swallowed a mouthful of saliva, this is Julius Caesar!Why didn't anyone tell him that this man is so handsome!

Although he doesn't want to admit it, as a man, he's a nympho...

"The great King Ptolemy represents Amon, Horus, and Bastet..." Bordinos's raised voice recalled the sanity of Ptolemy XIII. When he was dazed, Caesar had already stood in front of him.

Ptolemy licked the corner of his mouth and let out a long breath, but fortunately the saliva did not flow out.

Ptolemy smiled slightly, trying to look as normal as possible. He looked up at Caesar, who was also looking at him.

Unlike the astonishment in other people's eyes, Caesar looked at Ptolemy XIII normally.

"Welcome to the Roman Consul Caesar