Davers expressed his gratitude to the commanders who came to power. When it was the fourth legion commander Olivers, he looked down at the shape and the silver scepter with different lengths from the past, and joked: "Your Majesty, since the drought, our national treasury has been tense, and I am still worried that there is no reward to receive in the triumphal genre."

Davers answered seriously: "Rome has enough gold and silver, and there are also good craftsmen. Of course, you care so much about the treasury, you can donate it to the Ministry of Finance!"

"The Finance Department doesn't like this little piece of silver." Olivers said with a smile, but held the scepter tightly in his hand.

Sextus followed the commanders of the legion on the platform, listening to the thunderous cheers of the soldiers and the people below the stage, feeling both excited and nervous.

Davers came to him and said seriously with a smile: "Sextus, thank you for your contribution to the Kingdom of Dionia! I am very pleased that the Kingdom can have an excellent citizen like you!"

Davers said, handing him the silver paper scepter.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Sextus expressed his gratitude excitedly, then took over the scepter carefully, looked at it again and again, and was quite unwilling to let go of it.

"I look forward to one day the triumphal ceremony will be held for you!" Davers encouraged again.

Davers' words and this situation made Sextus's passion rise. He imitated other legion commanders, and with his feet, he held a scepter in his right hand, and smashed his left chest with a standard Diong's salute.

"Your Majesty!" The last general who came to power gave Davers a military salute.

When Davers saw him, his face showed a hint of apology: "Izam, this scepter should be given to you long ago!"

Yizam said bluntly: "As long as your Majesty can always remember our mountain reconnaissance brigade in the future, it would be fine if he forgot about our mountain reconnaissance brigade before."

Davers laughed and handed him the scepter.

Izam waved the scepter in the direction of the soldiers standing in the hills below the stage. Seeing the soldiers cheering, he said to Davers: "This honor belongs to the soldiers of our entire mountain reconnaissance squad. However, I think Printors is more suitable for sitting in a carriage than me."

Davers said lightly: "I remember Printols' achievements, so don't worry about him anymore."

After the generals and soldiers on the platform received cheers from the square, Davers walked to the front of the stage, half of the 20 voice transmitters behind him were Latins proficient in Greek.

Davers shouted loudly: "Whether it is the soldiers of the Dionyak Legion or the Roman soldiers who have joined Dionyha, it is precisely because of your heroic battles and one victory after another that today's triumphant ceremony will be held! Thank you, the heroic citizens of Dionyha!"

"Wan Sheng!!!Wan Sheng!!!Wan Sheng!!!Wan Sheng!!!..." The square was filled with cheers.

"We traveled a long distance to Latinum to fight bloody battles, mainly to make it like other areas of Dionia. Every citizen can own land, every citizen enjoys equal rights, and every citizen can lead a good life with his family! In order to achieve this goal, you have made great sacrifices, and this war is far from over, and more sacrifices will be made in the future. Are you afraid, the citizens of Dionia? Will you retreat?!"

"No!!!No!!!No!!!No!!!No!!!No!!!..."

Davers nodded, and he shouted excitedly: "As long as we work together and do not fear challenges, any enemy will be crushed by us, and Rome will surely become a peaceful and prosperous place like Nanyi! By then, your achievements will be engraved on stone tablets and written into historical books for the people to admire! And you will also receive the most rewards of the kingdom!"

Speaking of this, Davers couldn't help but shout: "Wan Sheng, the warriors of Dionia!"

The excited soldiers immediately returned and cheered continuously, including many Roman civilian soldiers: "The Kingdom of Dionia is a thousand victories!!!..."

"His Majesty King Davers wins!!!..."

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The cheer echoed in the Roman city, making countless noble families pale in their eyes, and also made Storlo stand in front of the window and look at the square with a crutch.

At this time, his wife Conia came over and hugged him tightly.

Feeling her body trembling slightly, Storo knew that his wife was afraid: these days, she had been worried that she would be taken on a ship by the Dionys soldiers like other Roman noble men and escorted to a strange place, leaving her alone in this city full of hostile...

Not only his wife thought so, but even Storo himself once thought that he would be arrested by the soldiers of the Dionia and sent to another place. Because after the temple assassination, some people who resisted Dionia were arrested one after another. As one of the planners, he thought he would suffer the same fate. Although the soldiers patroled the number of times in the neighborhood where he was, no one had ever broken into his house.

While Storlo became cautious and no longer interacted with others, he was also thinking: Why is this happening?

Of course he would not know that Davers retained considerable interest and respect for him because he was a well-known historical celebrity.

He believed that the Dionians must have known his special origin and waited for him to actively surrender like other Roman civilians.

But he would not surrender because his father-in-law was still standing on Capitolin Mountain, and his father was fighting outside the city of Rome. If he surrendered, he would place several relatives!

"Storo, there have been rumors in the city these days that our army has...been defeated. Is this true?!" Conia asked in a trembling voice.

Storlo came back to his senses and immediately comforted her, "It's an army of 70,000 people, much more than the army of the Dionians. The dictator Camillus personally led it. Even if there is a failure once or twice, it will not have much impact on the entire army! This is just a rumor, and I want to shake our confidence and make us surrender..."

"But..." Conia was still worried: "The rumors about the occupation of Via and Kesrera City should be true. I have seen many Via people passing by the door in the past two days."

"Even if Viae and Kesrera were really occupied by the Dionys, there was nothing to worry about." Storo continued to comfort his wife: "There were more towns occupied by the Celtics back then, and weren't we repelled them in the end! As long as our army is still there and Lord Camillus is still there, we can... finally drive away the Dionys!"

Speaking of this, Storlo quickly changed the topic: "What should I eat for lunch today? I'm a little hungry."

"Since the barn and cellar at home were plundered by the damn Dionians, what else can you eat! So little flour and a few dried fruits distributed every day according to the number of people..." Konia said loudly, her resentment towards the Dionians was beyond words.

"By the way, early this morning, the Dionians sent a few river fish over, and finally saw some meat, but the river fish smelled too much and could not be eaten if it was not done well. I have to go to the kitchen to remind the servant..." After Konia said that, hurried out of the room.

Storlo's face regained its heaviness again, and he stared out the window.

The triumphal sequel ended, and the Roman people dispersed from the square were returning to their new homes in groups. Mountain Cirio was the area where the most Roman civilians were placed. The people were talking fiercely about the triumphal sequel that they had just finished watching. The voice was so loud that even Storlo, who lived on the mountainside, could hear it clearly. Whether it was arguing about the differences between the two triumphal sequels, feeling that Sextus and Varelios became one of the protagonists of the triumphal sequels, or talking about King Dionia's speech on the triumphal sequels... Storlo heard the same emotion from these words - excitement.

Compared to the occupied city of Rome and the defeat of the army, this is what he worried about the most - Roman civilians were identifying with the Kingdom of Dionia.

"Turn Rome into a fair, prosperous, peaceful city?!..." Storo whispered this sentence: This was his ambition set after he became an adult, but he knew very well how difficult it was to achieve this goal. However, now the enemies of Rome used these to win the recognition of Roman civilians, which was something that the barbaric Celtics could not have imagined! Highly superior senators, do you know that what you have tried your best to stop is now becoming a weapon to stab your chest!

Storo looked at the outline of Capitolin Mountain in the far southeast direction and punched the windowsill with annoyance.

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At this time, the Roman senators, like Storo, looked at the Roman Forum on Mount Capitolin. Since Mount Capitolly is the highest in the city and is not too far from the Forum, they can see more clearly, and they can even vaguely see the priests, statues of gods, bands, generals riding in carriages, and soldiers marching in line...

Although there is no sound, the Roman elders who know more about the Kingdom of Dionia know what the Dionians are doing: they actually held a triumphal ceremony in the city of Rome!

What made them even more angry was that they saw that among the soldiers participating in the triumphal genre, there was a general wearing Roman armor and many Roman soldiers. In the end, the square was filled with tremendous cheers, and they could still hear Latin shouts mixed with them. So before the triumphal genre was over in the square, many elders had silently left the cliff top.

The only thing the elders felt glad: as early as a few days ago, they had sent soldiers to block the area where the Roman Forum could best be seen and no people were allowed to enter.
Chapter completed!