"Rest assured, Priest, we will leave the city of Herat in three days! I hope you will forgive me for the troubles I have brought to your religion in the past few days! ”

I bowed down and replied, my heart completely relaxed.

Turns out to have been worried about Omar. The priests of Yam treated us as pagans, treating us with sword and fire as they did with Manichaeism.

"Come back, donor, may God bless you!"

In the darkness, the monk who had brought us had saluted the priest and led me and Brother Langton out of the castle by the same way.

"Two donors, this is the handwritten edict of the priest and bishop, in our empire, if the donor encounters any difficulties on the way, he can go to the local Zoroastrian rudder for help!"

The monk handed me a piece of parchment stamped with scarlet fire paint, and then turned and went back to the castle.

There are also a few dense Persian scripts on the parchment, which are supposed to be the edicts of the priest of Yam.

Now that the Governor of the Divine Realm has arrived, the Governor of the Divine Realm, and the Governor of the Divine Realm, and our journey to Persia will be a smooth one.

It was with pleasure that I rode down the mountain with Langton, and met up with the Gurlandos at the meeting place.

And the big bird swooped down from the dome of the castle before us, and after showing off above us, it slowly landed on the grassy beach where the little sister, Shamihan, and Hesrul were waiting for their horses.

"Brother, this Umar. Could the High Priest of Yam be the Brahmian priest of the past? ”

On the way down the mountain, Gulando suddenly asked thoughtfully.

"I really don't know this, Father Borneoa was nearly half a hundred years old when he came to our Qingfengze Inn, and if he lived to this day, he would be an old man. The priest was an old man, too, but neither Langton nor I had seen him for what he really was. ”

Speaking of Father Borea, I feel the same way as Gulando, and I wonder what kind of medicine this priest god mysteriously sells.

"Young Master, only the self-disciplined, ascetic Manichaean master likes to meet his disciples and benefactors in the dark room. We Zoroastrians have always been tolerant, open-minded, and compassionate, and what this priest is doing today is truly unpredictable! ”

The eldest brother Langton grew up in Persia and was familiar with the difference between Zoroastrianism and Manichaeism.

"So there is a good chance that this priest is a Bharatian priest, and he remembers us old people from the East, but he is afraid that we will spread the scandal of his expulsion from the king of Khotan to his disciples, so he summons you in the dark room, and this must be the case."

Gurandot guessed boldly, ripping off the linen turban wrapped around his head, and letting his blonde hair flutter in the sun.

The city of Herat is located in an arid desert with little rainfall, and the ground temperature in the early summer afternoon is unusually hot, and those of us who bought from the Brahmana bazaar can no longer wear the Persian black robes.

"It makes sense that high priests, bishops, and the like are the supreme kings of a sect, omnipotent and omnipotent, and believers worship them like gods, how can there be such an unbearable past! Ha ha! ”

I laughed heartily and said, if this is the case, there must be an invisible danger hidden in the mystery.

It is fortunate that we did not see the true face of the priests, otherwise it may have brought us unjustified disasters.

"Grundot! After going back, ask Qin Chong and them to go to the bazaar to buy some local linen and come back, and you can make two sets of loose robes for each of us!" After Herat, most of the way to the west is desert, and the weather will get hotter and hotter! ”

I wiped the sweat from my face, untied the ribbon around my waist, and commanded Gullando.

"How could I do it in such a short time! Buy ready-to-wear! On the street from the Governor's Palace, I saw a ready-to-wear store, with linen robes and short robes! ”

When I heard that more than a dozen sets of summer clothes would be made for the six of us men in two days, Gulanduo waved her hand again and again.

"Oh well! Buy ready-to-wear! Back at the inn, we'll go together! ”

I generously said that without any worries about safety, the city of Herat had become a paradise in my eyes during the arduous journey.

"Young master, you said that you would take your brothers out to play after you were done, it still counts, right?"

Shamihan, who had not made a sound, asked with a smile, this guy had stripped off all his robes, and wore only a short-sleeved shirt and wide tunic trousers, and sat on his horse with a horizontal sword, looking majestic and powerful.

"Of course it counts! Go shopping for clothes first, then go to the Romans baths for a bubble bath! Find a restaurant with a Persian dancing girl in the evening, so that the brothers can have a good time! ”

"Brother, what should I do then?" Gulando looked at me pitifully, his face full of anticipation.

"You! Bathhouses and restaurants are places where men go, can you go? Stay in the honest inn! I waved my hand commandingly.

"No! Why! I'm just going with you! ”

It was the playful age of youth, and when she heard that I had left her alone, Gulando angrily whipped her in the air.

Qingluan was so frightened that he spread his wings and ran away, hovering in the low air for a long time before returning to his scaffolding.

"Young master, you can take the old man and a few of his young people out to play. Ruhr and I stayed at the inn and accompanied Miss to the nearby night market, hehe. ”

Brother Langton is very elderly, and when he saw that our brother and sister were fighting again, he quickly reconciled with him.

"I wrote down the romantic accounts of a few of you on the way, and when I returned to Qingfengze, I told my sister-in-law and sister Yinglan! Hum! ”

Knowing that he would not be able to go with us to those places, Gourandot warned us of his childish temper and galloped away.

Alexander the Great led his army to the east, and also brought the bathing culture to this ancient Persian city.

In the city of Herat, there is a huge bathhouse built entirely of navy stone, which is said to have been built by a Roman general who conscripted thousands of slaves and took half a year to complete.

Just to recreate the luxurious life in the city of Rome in the land of the Persians.

Although there are no volcanoes or hot springs, the water needed is also collected from the springs in the mountains and transported here in stone troughs.

It is not usable in winter, but in the heat of summer, it is a great place for the Herat people to escape the heat.

The first time I saw the baths in their entirety, I was struck by their grandeur and luxury.

Only then did he think of the bustling atmosphere of the imperial baths on the Tiber River in Rome, which Amica had described back then, and now it seems that it is indeed true.

After coming out of the baths, wearing a short-sleeved and wide-bodied Persian sackcloth summer robe, facing the gentle evening breeze blowing from the northeastern Hindu Kush mountains, I played horses and jogged on the streets of the city of Hert, not to mention how pleasant.

Although the focus of attention is still everywhere we go, people no longer look at us, but stop from afar and bow reverently.

After Grundot's stalking, I finally agreed to take her with me to the city's liquor store, on the condition that she would not interfere with our drinking pleasures.

In addition, since Langton and Hesrul were reluctant to come out, we also needed the girl Gulando, as our accompanying interpreter.

And the Grundot herself is blonde and blue-eyed, and the linen summer gown she wears on her body is not much different from the Roman women who pass by the city.

Since the arrival of the tolerant Fire Zoroastrian Cult in the city, the precepts of the original Manichaean rule have been abandoned.

Coupled with the gathering of merchants from all over the world, the city's once withered and declining singing and dancing restaurant culture has flourished again.

When night comes, the smell of wine, rye beer, and the sounds of singing and dancing are wafting through every alley.

The innkeeper told us that there was a new liquor store opened by Canaanite merchants on the south street of the Doge's Palace.

All the kabuki there come from Alexandria, on the shores of the Mediterranean, and perform a dance of the court priests of the ancient pharaohs, which is said to be exuberant and fragrant.

According to the owner's introduction, it was easy for a group of five of us to find this sake shop.

At the beginning of summer every year, the city of Herat is the least crowded with merchants, who go to the East to pan for gold and make a fortune, and will not return until the end of the year.

Therefore, at this time, there were few foreign merchants in the wine shop, and most of them were regular customers of local churches and official eunuchs.

When we Easterners arrived at the store, all the Zoroastrians stood up and cheered to greet their "Lightbringers".

The Egyptian singers and dancers, who had never seen the Eastern Han merchants, welcomed us guests from afar with the most enthusiastic group dance.

The dancers wear golden crowns, pearl and gem-encrusted tassels on their shoulders, linen corsets, and skirts made of copper bells, pearls, and colored shells tied around their waists, and colorful linen skirts underneath.

But the belly above the waist and below the chest is all exposed, which is more exposed and glamorous than those singing and dancing girls in the orchid garden in Chang'an City.

"Brother, let's go back, what kind of clothes are these girls wearing?"

As soon as I sat down, Gulando's face turned red at the sight of this scene, and he whispered in my ear.

"Let's take a look at it for a while, it's all women anyway, and you're not the only female customer in the store, don't be afraid!" I patted my little sister on the shoulder and comforted.

As far as the eye can see, there are indeed many Persian women under the oil lamp, whispering and laughing with their families, waiting for the opening of the hot dance.

The guy brought us barley wine in a wide-mouthed glow-in-the-dark glass, with a layer of white foam on top.

According to the Persians on the side, this drink is called beer, which has been passed down from the ancient pharaohs to the present day, and has a history of nearly 1,000 years in the country of Canaan.

I regret not bringing Hesrul with me, he should know a little bit about the wine, the beauties and the dancing from his homeland.

But not necessarily, he is a sheep herding baby in a herdsman's family, and he must not have been exposed to these luxurious things.

Later, when he grew up a little, he followed the caravan of the tribe to the East, and never returned.