Yakulius knew very well that he had failed in the naval battle, but he absolutely did not want to give in easily.

He must continue to fight, and if he can defeat Sevius, he can also save some face.

He had no doubts about his fighting strength. Pompey specially hired the best fighting coach in Rome for him and trained him carefully. He even found gladiators to fight with him. Every time Jaculius was always able to win easily.

Even Pompei's best gladiator was defeated by his.

When he saw Sevius stabbing at him with a sword, he hurriedly blocked it hard, and then he heard Sevius's voice: "I know Pompey has invited many people to teach you, and has also heard you defeat many gladiators, but do you think you can become a real warrior in this way..."

Yakulius could hear the sarcasm in his words. Under Sevius' attack, Yakulius wanted to fight back, but could not find a chance to fight back. He barely avoided several swords in a row. Yakulius was exhausted and panting: "No matter what, I will not fail..."

"Poor child..." Compared to his opponent, Yakulius seemed calm and composed: "The real battlefield is completely different from your training ground. Those gladiators are just playing with you. Do you think they really dare to hurt you? Do you really think that this chick that is always locked up at home can defeat those eagles in the sky? Child, you will not succeed until you are thirty..."

Maybe... maybe those gladiators are really giving in to themselves...

Sevius's words made Yakulius feel in a mess. If he really had the power to defeat the gladiator, why did he have no ability to resist under Sevius' attack?

With a random thought in his heart, the wooden sword was knocked away with a carelessness in his hand. Before he could react next, Sevius' wooden sword had already stabbed heavily in his chest. In a burst of pain, Yakulius fell on the deck. Then, one foot firmly stomped him on the ground...

For a moment, Yakulius was completely lost...

At the same moment, the battle on the warship ended, and all Yakulius's men were defeated, and the black warship won a complete victory.

Inspired by the black warships, the entire civilian army also turned defeat into victory.

A match that attracted the attention of all Romans came to an end in such a somewhat strange way...

Sevius stood on the deck and looked at the Romans on the shore. Then suddenly raised his wooden sword.

“—Sevius—Sevius—Sevius—”

Crazy cheers rang out on the shore.

At this moment, Sevius, a young general who once always won victory on the battlefield, once again became an idol in the hearts of the Romans!

The cheers were rising and falling. Wang Weiyi smiled and stared at everything in front of him, then looked at Pompei beside him.

Pompei's face was extremely difficult to see. He probably never dreamed that he had carefully planned the Sea God Festival. In the end, the meeting ended in this way.

Sevius! Pompey stared at the guy who was receiving cheers. The anger in his eyes was enough to burn Sevius...

When the awards began, Pompey barely maintained his demeanor and put the olive leaf crown symbolizing victory on Sevius's head.

"Congratulations, Sevius." Pompey took a deep breath.

"Thank you, the only consul..." Sevius smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I defeated Yakulius. I think he is probably very sad now..."

"Yes, it's very sad, but this is something that must be experienced on the road of growth." Pompei also smiled: "I hope one day, he can fight back against you in the same way he used to fail..."

"I look forward to that day." There was no fear in Sevius's words.

Then, he looked at the Romans who regarded him as a hero, and cheers rang here again...

The unsatisfactory Sea Goddess Festival is over, and Singeroa is a little reluctant: "Sprius, will you stay in Rome for a long time?"

"I don't know. Madame Singroja." Wang Weiyi said lightly: "It depends on my business situation. If it goes well, I think I will leave soon... Of course, my business focus is back in Rome now, and I think I will see you often in the future..."

"Ah, that's great." Singroya was a little excited: "I am honored to invite you to visit my house when you want, and in return for your generosity, you will receive the best hospitality."

"Thank you, Mrs. Singroya."

Wang Weiyi knew that sometimes the value of a precious gift would be huge.

This is especially true for people who are greedy for money, whether it is men or women...

......

Ancient Roman gladiatorium.

Wang Weiyi has been standing here for a long time.

"This stadium can accommodate about 90,000 spectators. There are three levels of seating. The lower, middle and upper levels, and the top levels also have a stand that can only stand. This is for the lowest-ranking members of society: women, slaves and poor. But even on other levels, the seats are arranged according to social status and occupation: a special box owned by noble members and virgins who watch the flame. The elders in white red-edged robes sat in the choir on the same floor; and then accordingly, the martial arts are martial.

scholars and civilians…” Richterhofen’s voice sounded behind him: “People of different professions also have special seats, such as soldiers, writers, scholars and teachers, as well as foreign monks. The audience entered the Colosseum from the 80 arch entrances on the first floor, and there were 160 exits spread across the seats at each floor, called spits, through which the audience could rush in and out, and the chaotic and out-of-control crowds could be quickly evacuated…”

"You know this very well." Wang Weiyi turned around and smiled and said, "Do you know why I came here? Because I feel like a gladiator now. I have to win one after another to ensure that I am not killed. Any negligence will put me to a point where I will never be restored."

"But at least you have won another victory..." Richterhofen smiled: "We won a great victory as a banker, and almost all the Romans bet the noble legion to win, but they were wrong, which made us make a big profit. Now I can be honored to tell you that what we have earned is enough to get all the expenses back this time. And there are some surplus..."

"It's just a little entertainment." Wang Weiyi, who no longer cared about money, didn't care much: "Where is Bereya?"

"It's there." Richterhofen waved in that direction: "He made a lot of money this time."

Bereya came to Wang Weiyi in fear and said humbly in a flattering tone: "Dear Spilius. I don't know that you are a wealthy from the East and are so trusted by the only consul. Please forgive me for my ruthlessness to you that day, and thank you for everything you have brought to me."

"Don't care, Bereya." Wang Weiyi smiled indifferently: "People who are willing to do things for me can always get more than they imagined."

Bereya quickly spoke: "I am willing to serve you, you can completely trust my loyalty. Do you have anything else to order?"

Loyalty? These people will no longer be loyal to anyone except to be loyal to money.

Wang Weiyi sighed softly: "There is nothing to tell you to do for the moment. Bereya, but I think I will come to you at any time. I hope you can remember what you said today when you see me next time. Okay, go back and enjoy your money first."

"I promise. Then please allow me to say goodbye too..."

Seeing Bereya leaving, Richthofen shrugged: "Why are you always so interested in greedy people?"

"Because they can be easily bought." Wang Weiyi answered casually.

"But, they can also be bought by others..."

"So, it depends on who has the higher price. It is so high that your competitors cannot afford the same price as you." Speaking of this, Wang Weiyi settled down: "Manfred, I think I should visit the winners and losers now."

Every point of his investment needs to be rewarded, both for both winners and losers.

This is true for both Pompei and Sevius. From the first moment they accepted their sponsorship, they had to take this into account.

When the establishment of the alliance between them and Wang Weiyi began, they could no longer get rid of this person in their lives...

......

Sevius' home was already full of guests who came to congratulate him. Those poets and dramatists probably would never have thought about how much trouble Sevius had actually caused.

They were still making loud noises, tasting the good wine prepared by the master for them, and singing the hymns they had just written.

And Sevius also accepted all this with peace of mind...

"Sir Sevius, Splius is here."

As soon as he heard this name, Sevius, naked, stood up immediately and greeted him with glory and glorious hair: "Spurius, my friend, I was about to send someone to invite you, but I didn't expect you to arrive first. My friend, please allow me to express my most sincere thanks to you!"

"Congratulations, Sevius." Wang Weiyi smiled and hugged him gently, and then whispered: "I don't want the cooperation between us to be known to others."

All the guests looked at Wang Weiyi with strange eyes, and the name "Sprius" had already resounded throughout Rome.

He is the behind-the-scenes patron of this Sea God Festival and a friend of Pompeius. Perhaps he will soon become one of the most powerful people in Rome like Crassus.

In countless pairs of enthusiastic eyes, Sevius invited Wang Weiyi to a separate room. When only the two of them were left here, Sevius couldn't wait to say: "Spurius, please accept my thanks again. Without your ship, I would not be able to win this naval battle. When the cheers of the Roman citizens sounded, I seemed to have returned to the triumphal again..."

"I want to congratulate you on your victory first..." Wang Weiyi said, and his face showed deep worries: "But before that, almost everyone was ready for Yakulius to win. No one expected that the final winner would be you. I think at this point, you have offended Pompei."

Sevius's face also turned gloomy: "Yes, I offended Pompei, but I had already had this awareness from the moment I decided to participate in the competition. What can Pompei do to me? Will he find a crime to impose on me? No, he will anger countless Romans if he does this!"

This person may be very brave, but his political awareness is too low. Or he doesn't even take Pompei seriously...

"But I am still worried about your situation." Wang Weiyi said without any ease: "Pompey is not the kind of person who is generous and can accept all failures. He will find a way. You can imagine what would happen if you lost everything you have now and became a civilian?"

Now Sevius is a little worried.

After all, offending Pompei is not a fun thing...

He looked at Wang Weiyi and suddenly seemed to have discovered something: "Spurius, do you have any way to help me get rid of this predicament?"

"I think I probably have some." A smile appeared on Wang Weiyi's face: "If you can continue to lead a legion away from Rome City, would you like?"

Sevius' eyes widened in disbelief.

Re-directing the legion battle was something he had always dreamed of. But unfortunately, this dream was never realized.

He became a little suspicious again. He had made many efforts to fulfill his dream. But he never succeeded. Can Spilius, who had returned to Rome not long after only this, really do it?

As if he saw his doubts, Wang Weiyi said slowly: "If you believe me, I will definitely be able to solve it. But you must be patient and cannot hold such a grand and luxurious banquet anymore. I don't want you to leave any bad impression on the people in the Senate. At the same time, I also ask you not to hype the victory of this naval battle anymore. You have to do as if you have never participated in the naval battle at all..."

Sevius listened very seriously there, and Wang Weiyi said, and he nodded.

As long as he can return to the battlefield, he can agree to any conditions.

Although he knew how Splius did, he now had confidence in Splius, and without his help, he could not win the naval battle.

Wang Weiyi explained the details to pay attention to, and then said: "I hope you will not only have heard of it, but must do what I said, otherwise if you miss this opportunity, no one can help you anymore."

"My friend, I really want to say those words of gratitude to you, but I just want to hide my respect for you in my heart..." Sevius said solemnly: "When I reunite again, you are in Rome, and you will hear the cheers of Roman citizens to me, and you will also hear them calling Splius's name loudly!"

He probably would never know that Wang Weiyi wanted more than just something simple...

"Sevius, Sevius!" At this time, a man broke in: "The guests are waiting for you. Look, I have made a new poem for you to praise your merits and satirize Pompey and his son of unknown origin. Let us sing it to you now..."

It was Krasicius who came in.

Sevius noticed that Wang Weiyi's face became gloomy, and he hurriedly said, "No, Krasichius, I still have important things here. I will sing your masterpiece to me in the future."

"Ah, it turns out that the respected Spilius is here too." Krasicus then discovered Wang Weiyi. He seemed a little regretful: "This is written by the inspiration for my sudden arrival. I thought you couldn't wait to listen? Since you have something to do now, it doesn't matter. My friends and I will wait for you outside."

When he left, Wang Weiyi's face became even more ugly: "Seveus, your friends can't continue to stay here, especially Krasicus. 'Praise your merits and satirize Pompei and his son of unknown origin'? This will bring you endless trouble. As a loser, Pompei, when he hears these poems, there is no room for remedy."

Even if Sevius was slow to react, he quickly understood the power of it.

He couldn't bear to leave these friends. He liked to hear their poems and their works, but compared with his future, these things seemed to be temporarily put down.

As long as you can return triumphantly one day, all the lost will return to your side in one day.

Thinking of this, he said solemnly: "I promise you again that from now on until my triumphal day, there will be no more banquets and no more poetry. I will temporarily cut off contact with them and do exactly what you want, as long as I can get me back onto the battlefield."
Chapter completed!