Maximus took his leave, and Hamilcar stood in place, staring dazedly at his departing figure.
Seeing this, Spartacus stepped forward and asked, "Did Maximus refuse our request?"
"No, he agreed to everything. I just feel a bit emotional. A year ago, Maximus was still a young man who needed our protection. Now, we have to rely on his help. He's grown so fast!"
"That's a good thing. The stronger our comrades are, the better our chances of defeating the Romans," Spartacus said with relief, but soon furrowed his brow. "What worries me now is Cross…"
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By the time Maximus returned to his temporary camp under the escort of the Spartacus Guard, it was already evening. Campfires were blazing in every camp, reflecting the countless stars hanging in the night sky.
During the meeting, the soldiers had already pitched tents, organized the camp, and even prepared dinner, awaiting his return.
