"It was a lovely morning. ”

Herodotus looked out the window at the view of the city and said softly.

The quiet Caesarea is still bustling, and the unique specialties here attract merchants from other places, and the rental price of the shops in the shopping street has even reached a high price, and even the parliamentarians feel that the price is very excessive.

Many merchants also tried to find a stall in the square in front of the temple, but were rejected by the respected high priest - the holiest place in Caesarea, the banner of the golden laurel wreath, the statues of the gods, these places can bring yearning and exaltation, and cannot be tainted by money.

It had been almost a month since Caesar-Theodor Julian had set out to defend himself against foreign enemies, and such a long war, though the Roman lords were confident, was still a cause for concern.

There is no news, no intelligence, no call for help, and there is no way to talk about the war report, so it is the first time that the situation has almost evaporated from the world.

Herodotus was strolling through the market, and no one noticed the figure of the adult, and bent down slightly, but he just nodded and coped, and a pair of bright eyes looked back and forth around.

Clothes from other places shuttling back and forth, eager and with laughter. Herodotus frowned slightly, too little.

There are too few Romans here.

Whether it was in the workshops or the vendors selling in the streets, there seemed to be a great deal of outsiders, Laria, Mistemae, Salion, and even the Highlanders...... , however, there were too few Romans.

Although there were already many Roman merchants who built workshops and sold goods in Caesarea, there were still not many of them under the premise of the population base, and although the huge profits brought by commerce were very satisfying, Herodotus still kept a respectful and even hostile to these people.

Merchants, it's hard to believe, especially those who aren't local.

Just a few days earlier, Herodotus had forced a decree at a meeting of the Senate to restrict outsiders from building workshops in Caesarea and to raise export taxes on grain and meat products in order to protect local merchants and stabilize prices.

Many outsiders have already discovered that Caesarea food seems to be cheap, which is not a good sign.

The current Caesarea is almost entirely in the service of the war, maintaining a ratio of 1:10 soldiers to civilians, and a small fluctuation in food prices can completely destroy the city!

Next, it's either disarmament or ......

"Councilor Herodotus!"

A young voice interrupted his train of thought, turned back a little angrily, and a familiar face made him smile again, nodding slightly: "Your Excellency Virgil, good morning!"

Virgil made a gesture of please, Herodotus nodded, and the two of them strolled together down the bustling commercial street.

"It's hard to imagine a character like you going to be in such a mixed place. Virgil smiled and said, "To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that these guys brought in a lot of taxes, there really wouldn't be much reason for them to come and go in Caesarea so casually." ”

"These crazy merchants flocked into our cities like falcons that saw carrion, taking goods with them, raising prices and, of course, wealth. Virgil sneered, spreading his hands: "If it weren't for those gold coins, many public works would have had to be postponed." ”

"We still need to be vigilant. Herodotus nodded, agreeing with Virgil's opinion: "For these people, no matter how high the vigilance is, it is not too much!"

"That's right!" said Virgil, and then looked at Herodotus with an indescribable sense of mystery, "Speaking of merchants, I have good news, do you want to know?"

"I'm the first?"

"Of course, I only got this information this morning!" Virgil laughed, "It was a spice merchant who told me, and he said............"

"Get out of the way!

"Oh my!"

"My glass!

"That's my wallet, you damn thief, give it back to me!"

..................

The sound of chaos suddenly erupted in the street, like a bomb exploding in the crowd, and passers-by, who did not know what was happening, eagerly followed, while the people inside ran in both directions as if they were dead, and the confusion was terrible.

"What's going on?!" Herodotus quickly stood on the stone platform to the side and looked into the crowd, where he quickly discovered the source of the chaos.

A knight on horseback was running fast down the middle road, so fast! As he ran, he shouted, "Get out of the way!"

"This must not be allowed!" said the angry Herodotus, shaking his beard, strode to the middle of the road, right on the path of the knight!

"Stop your horses' hooves, knight, no matter where you come from and who you are loyal to!" Herodotus said in a deep voice, stretching out his hand to block the way: "This is the territory of Rome, and it is forbidden to run in the city!"

Almost as soon as it was about to hit Herodotus, the horse raised its front hooves and stopped in neighing.

"But I also know that if it is a herald who delivers military information, he has the right to run around the city. The knight said in a deep voice, took off his helmet, and looked at Herodotus with a light gasp: "I am Elendil, Caesar's knight of the Guard, and I have an important military report to the lords of the Senate!"

"I am!" Herodotus hurriedly stepped forward: "And this one, Virgil, the foreign minister of Rome, you can say." ”

"The Roman army and the allied forces fought fiercely for four days and four nights against the orc tribe in Severcro, and won a great victory under the protection of Mars, the god of war!" "Now, the warriors are on their way back!"

"More than 5,000 enemies were killed in this battle, and tens of thousands of refugees were saved!" For a moment, almost all of them fell silent, stretched out their ears and listened to Elendil's shouts.

"Moreover, Haringos and Talboa, south of Caesarea, have been officially incorporated into Rome, and their masters and knights have also pledged their allegiance to Caesar!"

Elendil turned over and dismounted, took a long sword from the saddle, and handed it to Herodotus with both hands: "This is Caesar's sword, he asked me to send it back, and apply for a triumphal ceremony to pay tribute to the fallen warriors and to the Roman gods!"

Herodotus looked at the young knight in front of him dumbfounded, for the first time he felt that his hands were so heavy, and in front of everyone, he took the sword little by little, which was not very gorgeous, but unexpectedly weighty, and his lips trembled slightly.

"As it should be!"

Then, after a pause of about a few seconds, the entire business district was engulfed in a tsunami of cheers!

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"The gods have given us miracles~~!

The great task from heaven is the grace to give~~!

The banner of glory, we should defend it to the death~~!

The people of Rome, we move forward together~~!

Let this great solemnity shine on the whole shijie~~!

Go forward and follow suit, not afraid of hardships and dangers~~!

Strong shield, sharp spear, our footprints are the border~~!

We are here to chant 'Long live Caesar'~~!

Footprints of Rome, conquer everything~~!

At this moment, it is the carnival of victory~~!

..............................”

The cheers like a frenzy vibrated like thunder above the sky, and people couldn't help but fall into this frenzied atmosphere, and follow this thunder, all shouting!

The long tone of the ancient Roman style, the desolate female voice, and the high-pitched hymn singing, showing the throbbing and ambition of the Romans, this warlike and bloodthirsty nation at this moment, completely burst out with due enthusiasm and surging!

Caesarea's central avenue was flanked by excited crowds, raising their right hands and singing in harmony, adding to the atmosphere.

The soldiers stood in front of the crowd, proudly tilting their heads, their eyes solemn, their manners dignified, leaving a road in the middle that led directly to the Square of the Gods, and the trumpeter raised the horn in his hand to the top of his head, and the simple and desolate trumpet sounded like a baton passed down one by one, and Zuihou became a seamless resonance!

The March of Rome!

This familiar sound of the trumpet made many people can't help but turn their heads to the end of the avenue, and for a time only the song of the priestess and the sound of the military horn were left in unison.

The knights of the Imperial Guard rode their horses and walked silently at the front of the procession, holding aloft the banner of the golden laurel of Rome.

There were no shouts, no call signs, just the sound of the crashing horses' hooves, the sound of wheels, and the sound of footsteps, which were set off by the desolate singing.

Theodore stood on the golden chariot, and two tall black horses pulled the chariot with ease, and the people cheered enthusiastically for the young Caesar, rejoicing for him, and shouting for him.

Mehemus stood at the front of the infantry ranks, holding aloft the eagle flag, a symbol of glory, and behind him were all the flag bearers and centurions of the expedition, walking in the ranks with the pace of drums.

Theodore smiled and threw his head up, raising his hand and waving at the crowd to the left and right, he could feel that all eyes were on him now, his heart was about to explode with excitement, and his whole body seemed to be in a kind of excitement caused by the vibration.

It was a sensation that had never been felt before, intoxicating, frenzied, and extremely exciting. The purple cloak greeted the golden chariot, blowing and fluttering, and shaking.

Fluttering petals roamed in the air, filling the entire world and falling on Theodore's body as if a new cloak had been draped.

Eventually, the rumbling wheels stopped in front of the Square of the Gods, and Theodore smiled and stepped off the chariot and walked to the erected flagpole with vigorous steps, where he stood on the abutment, turned around, and opened his hands as if to embrace Shijie.

The whole square was completely engulfed in frenzied cheers!

"We, Romans, have fulfilled our oath and defeated a formidable foreign enemy! and have been recognized! The Roman legions are impregnable in front of the enemy!"

"Rejoice, shout! We have a reason to do so! Glory to Rome! To all the Romans! Your legions, at all times, are invincible -- !!!!!!"

"Caesar――――――!!!! Caesar!!!!!! Caesar Caesar"

Theodore cheered and turned, his robe fluttering in the wind on his shoulders, and Mehemus and the others followed closely behind him towards the Great Temple.

On the white marble staircase, Herodotus and the others in white robes were already waiting here.

"Welcome to your triumphant return, honorable Caesar!" High Priest Flavi looked at him kindly, "The gods are overjoyed with your victory. ”

"Roman gods willing!" Theodore nodded, and when his eyes swept over, he did not find the person he most wanted to see, and his face twitched slightly, but quickly recovered.

"So, is it time to start the sacrifice?" asked Flavi softly.

"Of course. Theodore smiled and nodded, "Anytime!"

..................

"The gods have given us miracles~~!

The great task from heaven is the grace to give~~!

The banner of glory, we should defend it to the death~~!

The people of Rome, we move forward together~~!

Let this great solemnity shine on the whole shijie~~!

Go forward and follow suit, not afraid of hardships and dangers~~!

Sturdy shields, sharp spears, our footprints are both borders~~!

We are here to chant 'Long live Caesar'~~!

Footprints of Rome, conquer everything~~!

At this moment, it is the carnival of victory~~!

..............................”

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"Helena, Helena!" Theodore hurriedly wandered around the castle, looking around: "Helena, where are you?!!"

Vaguely remembering Helena's room, Theodore walked to the corridor on the second floor, where a figure was sitting in front of the door with his head in his hands.

"Elendil?!" Diodore blurted out, and walked quickly to him, only to find the young knight sitting motionless.

"What are you doing?!"

"Lord Julian?" Elendil slowly raised her head, her eyes red and swollen with tears, and she looked up at Theodore helplessly, "Caesar." ”

"Did you see Helena?" asked Theodore, "what happened?"

"What happened?" said Elendil, who remembered some horrific scene, his eyes widened instantly, and his body trembled and trembled.

"It's all over! Oaths, promises, everything, everything!"

"What is it?" Diodore frowned, feeling what seemed to be something to do with Helena.

"Ah, it's nothing. As if mockingly, Elendil shuffled and tilted her head against the door: "Helena is just sick. ”

"Sick?"

"Scarlet Scourge!" Elendil closed her eyes in despair and leaned back.

"That's why the Pendragon family was destroyed!"

(Hmm~um,Part of this chapter is to reimburse for the Greek war song in "Summoning Total War"-it's quite imposing.,But-It's too tragic!Not atmospheric.,I'm the most bitter taste in the world.,Since you want to dominate the world.,You have to have a corresponding mind.,Domineering heroic display is the real heroism.,King's demeanor?!)

zuihou, ask for a reward~, ask for a recommendation~ empty so cheeky and said~. ）