It is true that if people always showed a willingness to agree, it would make relations between nations simpler. This is an observation by Asterix. Majestic's observation is that he needs to go on a diet, after countless feasts that caused his acute liver crisis. Caesar, exasperated by the turn of events in the subdued Arverne, decides to make a show of strength to its inhabitants on the heroic shield of their defeated - but legendary - leader. Alas, the same goes for our Gallic friends who, like true friends, only misunderstand each other for a short time and then head back to glory. They become detectives and distribute punches while eating wine-soaked wild boars with the ultimate goal of preventing Caesar from showing off. All this happens in an annoyingly dark gloom and a lot of the wine of forgetfulness. And exhausting diets. O TEMPORA! O MORES!