He heard the danger in the words of the people here, and the Romans were so bewitched by the objects of the Vandals that they gradually let go of their old hatred.

They were constantly praising how beautiful and rare the goods from Carthage were, and at the same time they were impressed by the fact that Carthage and the province of Africa belonged to Rome.

Although they love Luga very much, even when they are drunk, they are full of praise for Luga, but this is not the main problem. Hearing is false, seeing is believing, and it seems that Luga has to see with his own eyes what this is all about.

Early in the morning, an inconspicuous merchant ship departed from Syracuse, a small merchant ship that was inconspicuous among so many ships, and it sailed out of the docks of Syracuse with the other merchant ships, all the way to Carthage on a fixed course.

"Oh, Luga, what is this going on?" Berialiu sat slumped in the stern of the boat, his eyes red, and it seemed that he had not slept well all night before. He looked at Luga with a complaining face, and his trembling mouth couldn't help but complain: "Hey, do you know how much I drank yesterday? Oh, Syracus, for God's sake, they were so enthusiastic! My glass has never been empty, oh my God, my head hurts! Also, why was it that as soon as I woke up, I was on such a small ship, our warship? What about the soldiers? And, Luga, tell me, what the hell is going on? Hey, and Andrew, why are you guys the only ones? ”

"Yes, yes!" Luga looked back at Berialius and continued, "We are going to do a top-secret operation this time, but you were drunk and unconscious at the time, and I ordered the guards to carry you to the ship. This time you have to follow us, because I can't do without you as a wonderful sailor. ”

"The fleet is much more experienced than me, why are you looking for me?" Berialiu muttered quietly, which Luga clearly understood.

"If you say that again, I'll probably throw you into the sea and see if you have the strength to swim back!" Luga threatens Berialiu. Beria was honest at this time, and he sat in the cabin without saying a word.

"I'm here to see what the Vandals are trying to do. How could a tribe of barbarians have such foresight? Luga looked around at the merchant ships around him, and the sailors above them were Romans, as well as North African blacks, and the few were Vandals.

The proximity allowed Luga to take a good look at the Vandals, who he had dealt with a lot in previous years, and although he could not say how much he knew about them, it seemed that there was no problem in distinguishing them from the blacks of North Africa.

It's just that Luga was very surprised, because the Vandals he secretly followed not far away were dressed in Roman clothes, if it weren't for the conspicuous hair color and traditional beard, Luga really couldn't see any difference between them and the Romans for a while.

"It's unbelievable!" Luga said to Andrew, "It's only been five years, and they're almost dressed like Romans. ”

This worried Luga, for he understood that if the barbarians around him were to become as civilised as the Romans, then it would be very serious that each of them, according to their nature, would be able to become the successor of the Romans.

But Luga was not going to show his surprise on his face, he was going to wait, wait to see what the Vandals really looked like.

After a three-day voyage, Luga finally arrived in Carthage, after a long absence, from Syracuse.

Before they even docked, Luga and the others had already seen a large number of Vandal warships maintaining order. Because of the use of civilian clothes, especially the unsightly appearance and the pretentious labor on this so-called merchant ship, the Vandals on the warship could not see what was different about these fellows, and simply let them go.

The docks of Carthage were crowded with merchants, including Vandals, blacks, and even Orientals with their spices, and what made Luga even more unbelievable was that among so many races, he saw young men with Latin faces, and the Romans were not good at trade, so these clumsy children could only give them hands and do manual work.

Merchant ships came and went, and in order to avoid crowding, the Vandals had to maintain order in the wide expanse of sea outside the docks, because it was not only the merchant ships of Greater Sicily, but also the eastern empire of Alexandria in the east and the Iberian region of the west, and the ships of Greater Sicily.

There were a lot of people who came to trade, they came from all over the province of Africa, and they came from thousands of miles to trade because they saw that there were enough good things here. There wasn't enough space for more trade, so it seems that the Vandals wanted to expand the docks in Carthage.

The Romans felt that the spacious pier was not enough in the hands of the Vandals, and that said too much, Luga thought, driven by curiosity, to go up to the pier and have a look.

"Wow, here, how did this place come to be like this?" Not only Luga, but Berialius looked at the Carthaginian pier not far away from the fence of the ship and sighed: "This place is even comparable to the Athens and Alexandria I have seen, is it really hard to believe that this place is in our hands?" ”

It's just that the Vandals used such an open measure to encourage trade, and they were not afraid of the outflow of their gold and silver. Yes, how is it possible, the pomp and circumstance that the Romans did not fulfill, was realized in the hands of the Vandals.

"My God, I have never seen such a lively bazaar, yes, never." Andrew said in surprise, and it was clear that he was taken aback by what he saw.

The boat finally found a place to dock, and here, Luga and Berialeu ran to the dock with Andrew, and it was crowded with people, walking shoulder to shoulder. The goods are even more varied, and there are many things that Luga has not even seen.

"Oh my gosh, I want to buy something to take home." Andrew said, touched his pocket, and found that he didn't bring anything, so he had to shake his head helplessly, and said: "I knew it would be like this, I would have brought some money, just buy some gems and go back to Quinta, she will definitely like it." ”

"Ha, I've got money!" Beriali leaned over to Andrew, took out a few gold Souledes coins from his pocket, and shook them at Andrew a few times, as if to tempt Andrew.

"Oh, Berialiu, my good brother!" Andrew looked at Berialiu with a smile and said, "Just lend it to me, and I'll pay you back twice as much when the time comes." ”

Luga didn't say a word along the way, just focused on the shops on both sides of the road, his expression solemn, as if he was thinking about something.