The Alexandria Lighthouse is at the end of the breakwater, a few hundred meters from the city. There's no such thing as a shuttle bus here, so you have to walk through it yourself.

The Romans were not very good at creating elegant landscapes. But this breakwater stands in the sea, facing the waves on both sides. There are no mountains or buildings to obstruct you, and the huge moon can be seen in full view. The wonders of magic are straightforwardly displayed in front of them, framed by the bright silver dome and the sea.

However, on the breakwater, Shang Luo's attention was not yet on the surrounding scenery. He is still reminiscing about the taste of "EITR".

The taste of EITR is the taste of water, but it is ice-cold. The mask atomized the EITR potion into water vapor and inhaled it, and after just one inhalation, he was as cold as an ice cave. It's not a physical cold, it's a kind of isolation that wants to drift out of this world. It's like looking down on the Earth from space, where the Earth just floats in the endless deep space without any support, as if one is not careful and will float away.

"Still chilling?" Titus, who was walking in front of him, saw that he didn't speak for a long time, and guessed something, "It's the same with the first time we inhaled the EITR potion, and it's six times synaesthesia, but don't worry, it's just a psychological coldness, and your body temperature hasn't dropped." The close-fitting stealth suit is also warm, and you will be warm in a while. ”

"Do you do that every time?"

"There may not be, but it won't go away. The psychological cold needs to be adapted, and the best way to warm up is to communicate - look, is it still cold? ”

"Huh?" He hadn't noticed it yet, but it wasn't cold now.

"Because the lighthouse is behind you, the city is in front of you, and you are not alone. So this chill will soon disappear. The truly terrible cold is when you sink into the dark darkness of the night, and it is a chill that cannot be dispelled no matter what. Well, but you're not going to deal with that. Even if it is the king of the forest, it does not give people a cold feeling. So rest assured. Well, wait, we're going through security. ”

He looked at the back: "Don't talk for the time being, check the badge you are wearing, and go through the security check." ”

At the end of the breakwater is a checkpoint. Wood-bound fences and horses barricaded the road, and a troop of Roman legionnaires stood behind the road.

Looks like a real Roman legionnaire. Dressed in a combination of chain mail and slatted armor, the centurion at the head wore a helmet like horsehair, while the others carried shields and spears.

The centurion raised his hand and asked in classical Latin: "Stop." Who? ”

“Io Triumphe！ Everybody is wearing it. Please check it out. Titus pointed to the golden triangle on his left chest.

“Io Triumphe.” The centurion responded with a military salute. In his opinion, Titus was a member of the Roman army as much as he was.

The centurion looked at the man behind him, and his gaze also rested on Shang Luo's body—when their eyes met, he could vaguely see a faint light in the centurion's eyes that seemed to be dancing.

"No problem, let's go over." The centurion ordered the horses to be moved away, and the legionnaires behind him were out of the way.

Titus took it and went first, then Shangluo.

"Wait." The centurion shouted, "Who are these people, Silk Country?" ”

"Yes, they came here from the country where silk is weaved. It is a vast territory and a large population. The law is strict and upright. Everyone lives in peace, and there will never be war. Everyone's eyes are full of radiant justice, and everyone can live to be 200 years old. ”

"Oh, welcome to Alexander, my friend." The centurion bowed his head slightly and smiled.

Shang Luo didn't understand Latin very well, but friendship doesn't need to be expressed through words. He nodded to the centurion as well, and the group just passed.

"That was just now?" He asked Titus, "Those are the Romans?" ”

"Well, it's true that it's the Romans, but they're the Romans of the past. When building Alexandria, we would look for the pieces we needed in history, so we brought them here. You can think of them as the ticket gates of the Yujing Metro. ”

"Huh?"

"Well, it's the ticket gate. Although it is a bit strange to say that their ancestors have such a role, they actually bear such a role. They cut as needed, like they will be friendly to Aurora. Because since the classical era, we have been yearning for the countries on the other side of the Silk Road to establish contact - although at that time we just wanted to buy silk and learn about a stable monarchy, but we did not expect what would happen later. Therefore, this gate will only let you pass, and will not let any barbarians pass. As for me. ”

He pointed to himself: "I myself am a Roman, and I don't need recognition to pass." I saluted him, and he responded with a salute, which means that he knew that I was a soldier of the Roman legion. ”

"Are they self-aware?"

"Unfortunately, they didn't." Titus shook his head, "They're just a collection of experiences, and they can't generate new ones. It's like a machine that has been made, a painting that has been completed, a picture that has been taken. Well, you can look at them as if they were pictures. He was a perfect replica of the Roman, but not himself. You'll see a lot of things like that up front. Well, like over there. ”

He pointed to a barbecue restaurant next to him: "This shop is full of slices, and we brought it from Alexandria of that era. It's not so much a storefront, it's more like it."

"Vending machines?"

"Ah, yes, it's like the vending machines you can see everywhere on the streets of Yujing. The vending machines in Rome looked like this, and the principle was pretty much the same. There's a pre-set logic of behavior, and then it's replenished regularly, and you put coins into it, and it will give you the goods. Probably the only difference is the appearance, because after all, it is the 'photo' of our ancestors, and we still have to maintain a minimum of respect. Just like I saluted at the sentry just now, you wouldn't salute the ticket gates, would you? ”

"No, but it's the same to take care of public property."

"Well, that's it." Titus nodded, "Be respectful, but also keep some distance." After all, these photos don't generate new experiences, so don't put too much emotion into it, and when it comes, it's an ice cream stand. It was a very famous cold drink shop in Damascus in the 3rd century, and we took many photos and printed many of them, and there were more than a dozen of them in the city, and they were very popular. Take your drachmas, give him the silver coins, and he'll give you the ice cream. It's as easy as a vending machine. ”

(End of chapter)