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It was January 24 during the year 472 everything was in turmoil. We were without a leader. The senate had no idea who would lead Rome, inflation was out of control. The farmers refused to deliver their crops to our city without payment. There was no Roman leader stamps on our silver. The Germanic tribes were demanding tribute or else there would be war. The legions can deal with them but the tax burden will be enormous. I’m going to the spa. I’ll deal with this later.

All this time it was right in front of us.

Shame the kid was just fucking with him.