I looked down and saw that the hands holding my arms were women's hands, albeit a little rough. But pulling me through the crowd trying to find a path to get through, shoulder to shoulder, it really wasn't an easy task. I looked up along the white arm, and I saw the side face of a woman.

This woman only let me see the side of her face, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, showing her age, and she is not young, she did not look at me. But it can be a professional habit, and when you see every guest who enters the door, she will take the initiative to pull inside, whether they want it or not, these women always have a way to make their guests ruined.

"Dear sir, I don't know what kind of girl you like?"

I also asked questions without looking back, and I even began to wonder if the old woman had ever looked at me, maybe she hadn't been able to see my face until now.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm here to find someone."

My stomach screamed again, and I hurriedly stretched out my hand to refuse, not because I had to imitate those heroes who were really chivalrous and not close to women, but because I was anxious to find Andrew, and find some food to fill my already empty belly. Hunger makes it hard for me to think about anything else, to be too hungry, as the ancient Roman philosophers said, the stomach does not listen to advice. In the face of the most basic desire to fill the stomach has not been solved, everything else can be ignored.

Hearing my refusal, the old woman looked back in surprise, and I think she saw me clearly.

I saw the old woman look at me, and the smile on her face froze, replaced by an inexplicable look of disgust on her face.

"Romans!"

I don't know why, but because I saw my face and understood who I was, my attitude changed a hundred and eighty degrees so naturally.

"What's wrong, ma'am?"

I couldn't understand her sudden change in expression, she was a Roman woman, and I was a Roman, why did she treat people in such a way that she had the opposite attitude to others?

I hurriedly reached out and signaled to her that I hadn't done anything I shouldn't have done, not even touching her. Why, did she look at me like that?

The old woman snorted coldly, shook off my arm without saying a word, and did not forget to clap her hands, muttering in her mouth: "It's really unlucky!" "Hey, it was you who grabbed my arm at the time.

Now no matter how much I try to defend it, it won't help, I really don't understand what medicine this old woman took wrong, how can she turn her face faster than turning a book?

"Woman, may I ask where I have offended you?"

After all, it's inevitable that I'm a newcomer and don't know the rules here, but I dare to ask, just to find out what I did wrong, or does this old woman herself dislike my mocking face?

The old woman snorted coldly, and gave me a white look, which was really arrogant, and the whites of her eyes were almost the same color as the fat powder on her face. I saw her turn around, and in front of her was a group of scantily clad people, whose eyes teased the barbarians who were sitting in their seats from time to time. I really don't know where these stinky guys are so attractive? Liferoot? It is worth mentioning that most of these girls are women of Roman origin, and the people in them are Germanic. Unlike the other side of town, they look plump, beautiful, and frivolous.

"Okay girls, look here."

The old woman clapped her hands at them, until the young girls put away their flirtatious gazes and turned to the old woman.

"Girls, there's a Roman here."

The old woman put her hand on her shoulders and pointed back at me, speaking in a voice that was not mixed with any emotion.

"Oh, Romans!"

Not only the old woman, but even the girls who gave money and errands covered their mouths in surprise, as if they had heard something terrible. But why, their faces were the same as those of the old woman, and they stared at me with ugly expressions, like they were crawling with slugs all over my body. I can't help but take two steps back, is it really my problem?

"Oh my God, and the Romans!"

"Oh, look at him, it's disgusting."

In the face of the whispered sarcasm of these women, I endured it and gritted my teeth, the actions of these women have hurt me deeply, I can't say anything, they are women. I clenched my fists, gritted my teeth, and tried to get away from them to Andrew.

"Hey, Romans!"

At this time, the old woman stopped me behind me, what else did she want to say? Is it an admission of mistakes? When I looked back, I still saw her arrogant face, and it was clear that she had no intention of apologizing for her rude behavior. She held her head high, like I was supposed to be treated like this.

"Why can't I figure it out what makes you so prejudiced against me?"

I really can't stand this group of women being treated like this, and I try to keep my mind calm.

"Romans, you're not welcome here, go out."

This woman used unimaginable arrogance, and the words she said were even more unacceptable to me.

"What? Isn't this the territory of the Romans? ”

"Romans? Ha! ”

The old woman was disdainful even when she laughed, and she held her head high, almost nostrils at me, and said, "Even if it is Roman territory, and even if it is built by the Romans, you are not qualified to come in to eat, drink, or even stay, let alone play with our girls." ”

The old woman said, and the girls behind her couldn't help but respond, and even twisted their bodies, showing smugness.

"The Romans are soft-eyed! They will only run away. ”

A girl spoke, and if it weren't for the filthy words, her voice would have been the most beautiful I had ever heard, like a silver bell.

"That's right! How could the languishing men of Rome match a woman like us? ”

Another Roman girl, shamelessly bare her upper body, lazily lying on the shoulders of a blonde man, and not forgetting to stroke the barbarian's sloppy beard, really don't know where the charm is?

"How's it going, are you comfortable?"

The barbarian excitedly caressed the Roman girl's breasts, and she did not resist it, but indulged in it, and did not forget to ask the reckless barbarian in that gentle tone.

"You are my hero, much better than the men of Rome, and they are not worthy of our beauty."

She said such a thing, and I immediately felt a hard punch in my stomach.

"The men of Rome are not worthy of the women of Rome, the men of Rome are not worthy of the women of Rome, the men of Rome are not worthy of the women of Rome!"

The words came to my ears over and over again, like a vicious incantation, and my heart seemed to be grasped and clenched hard by a large, powerful hand. The suffocating pain made me scarcely stand still, and I saw the young Roman maidens enjoying the filthy and scruffy barbarians who were letting out their dirty and sloppy laughs shamelessly.

"Why! Why are the men of Rome so unbearable in your mouths? ”

I clutched my chest, the pain made me almost invisible, I felt like I saw a sword, yes, I needed a sword, a sword that could kill all these hateful people!

I reached forward and grabbed it, but there was nothing but air!