"How does it feel? ”

In the hall of Caesarea Castle, Theodore, dressed in a loose coat and trousers, sat on a chair and smiled at the girl in front of him, looking at her equipment.

The silver curved breastplate was painted with the pattern of the Radiant Cross, flanked by Roman-style laminated shoulder pads, and the finely crafted scales were layered on top to form the hem of the armor's battle skirt, the two steel gauntlets were covered with the golden coat of arms of the Knights of the Dawn, the collar of the cream-white shirt lined with red patterns, and on the feet were a pair of gray riding boots with small lace, a black radiant cross cloak swayed behind his shoulder, and an empire-style white tasseled helmet was inlaid with a sapphire as bright as the eyes。

On top of that, unlike those standard armors, this armor fits perfectly, and even shrinks a lot of places to flatter Helena's slightly petite figure. When the girl walked out wearing this extravagant outfit, Theodore seemed to see a paladin who had come out of some magical shijie.

"It seems...... It's weird. The girl said softly in some confusion, and looked at the clothes on her body: "It seems to be lighter than expected, I thought it would be so heavy that I couldn't walk." ”

Of course, this is a tailor-made high-quality armor, which is of course different from the standard products that are made in order to save time. Although he thought so, Theodore naturally couldn't really say this: "This is because the weight of the armor is spread throughout the body, so it doesn't look particularly heavy, and in order to fit your figure, a lot of unnecessary places are deliberately reduced." ”

"I believe that when you wear such a dress and go to the front of the army, all eyes will be on you. Theodore sighed softly, "They will shout, you are their goddess!"

"Is that really the case?" the girl asked, a little shyly, her long, thin eyebrows twitching slightly over her blue eyes.

"Of course!" replied Theodore, smiling, "perhaps we should have the painter paint you another full-length portrait, so that all would know that the invincible First Legion would have an equally invincible goddess blessing them!"

"I don't like to play this kind of pretend game. The girl pouted: "Like a puppet, unpleasant!"

"No, my dear Helena, it's not a pact, and we're not playing a game. Theodore sighed and said softly: "This will be related to whether the entire north can be truly united, and whether we can really have Liliang against the orcs, so no matter how much preparation is made, it is not too much!"

"Wait until everything is as we expected, and it will be implemented smoothly. Helena, my friend, you will be crowned emperor!" Theodore stood up with a smile that was not easy: "All will kiss your right hand, and so will I." ”

"Aren't you happy?" Seeing that the girl didn't seem to be happy, Theodore tilted his head and smiled, "Are you too nervous?"

"Nothing...... It's just that...... Somewhat tired. Helena barely managed to squeeze a smile out of her somewhat gloomy face, and then took her helmet and walked towards her room, leaving only the sound of a "clanging bell" along the way.

"Caesar!

A hurried voice suddenly came out of the door, and Valence's sturdy figure stopped in front of Theodore, and raised his right hand to salute him: "Salute you, Caesar!"

"Don't be in a hurry, my Captain of the Valence Guard. Theodore said with a smile, patted the other man on the chest, and then asked, "Tell me, what is the important information that makes Valens, who has always been calm and calm, so anxious?"

"High Priest Flavi of the Temple, let me convey to you a very important piece of information!" Valence was not at all relieved by Theodore's words of relief, but became more nervous.

"Flavi, what important information will he have?" Theodore frowned, his mind full of doubts, waved his hand and said, "Well, there is no one here now, you can say it!"

"High priest Flavi was praying this morning............ Valence looked left and right, and after making sure that there was no one around, he leaned into Theodore's ear and whispered:

He ...... Got the oracle!"

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The shady shrine makes people feel the body tremble slightly, and the tall statues of the gods and the huge murals make the worshippers feel their own insignificance, the majesty of the gods, and the light shining from the dome of the temple make people feel like they are in heaven.

"It is indeed a bit rude to summon you to the temple at such an important time, but it is also because of some ...... It's amazing, it's a special reason!"

The old High Priest of Flavi was on crutches and was wearing a coarse cloth robe that was not luxurious, and looked at the young Caesar in front of him with a solemn face: "So, please be patient and listen to me." ”

"Well, of course. Although he was a little unimpressed, Theodore still maintained a certain reserve, after all, religion and belief are also very important things in the eyes of the people, and if he did something contrary to religious etiquette as Caesar, it would also be a considerable blow to his own reputation.

"First of all, I can understand your amazement and confusion at this, because I also know it. Flavi smiled bitterly, then turned sideways and walked towards the inside of the temple: "Come with me, young Caesar, let's talk as we go." ”

Although all the Romans maintained a devout belief in the gods, even the gods they did not believe in were equally respected. But in fact, I'm afraid that not many people have actually seen the gods they believe in, let alone oracles!" Flavi's old voice was slightly hoarse, and his steps were a little gentle: "We firmly believe that the gods observe our every move, and we firmly believe in the liliang of the gods, but the only ones who have really been instructed are those warriors in ancient legends, and our ancestors. ”

"So, you got instructions from the gods?" Theodore asked softly, "An oracle?"

"Exactly!" replied Flavi firmly and aloud, "perhaps you don't believe it, but I did get instructions from the gods, an oracle! and a very complete oracle, not a vague hint!"

"Judging by the voice alone, it is very likely that it is my god Jupiter, or it may be the god of war Mars or the Hades king Pluto, it is possible, that voice is undoubtedly a male god, and the tone is thick, and the undoubted way of speaking is very similar to these three gods!"

"So, what kind of oracle have you received?" said Theodore, in a deep voice, "Didn't you just say that it was very complete?"

"It's about you, Caesar. ”

Flavi stopped, in front of a door. Turning his back to Theodore, his tone became more and more mysterious.

He ...... Call him 'him' for now, and let me convey such a message to you. Flavi opened the door and turned around, his face unclear in his gray hood: "You must rest in this temple dedicated to the gods tonight, and after you step into your dream, a messenger from heaven will come to show you the way!"

"Heavenly messenger?" Theodore was even more puzzled, "Can you be more detailed?"

"Rest here tonight, I've got the bed ready, and you can sleep peacefully. Instead of answering his question, Flavi moved the door out of the way, turning and walking back the way he had come.

"Have a good night's sleep, Caesar. ”

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There seems to be a melodious chant in my ears, like melodious, insignificant. Theodore sat up slightly, rubbed his wistful eyes, and a bright light shot into his eyes.

He was stunned.

"This ...... It's not ............ here."

The mist shrouded him, the white clouds floated around, and the bright light of the morning sun shone on his body in the distance, and through the mist shone on his body, an indescribable strange feeling that made Theodore feel stunned and helpless.

"Right...... I remember, it was in a dream. Theodore nodded, and then smiled—how could there be any gods? All this was just his own dream, dreaming, thinking day and night, probably because he was too tired during this time to have such a strange dream.

At the foot was a white marble slab, with strange patterns carved on it—some in the Roman style, and some in other styles, which seemed to have been seen before, but could not be remembered, and could only be vaguely recognized.

"Caesar. A gentle voice came from the side, causing Theodore to turn his head at once.

It was a familiar face, but I couldn't remember it clearly, but I did have an impression. Theodore thought about it with great difficulty, and it was not until he saw the scar on his face that he suddenly remembered it, and exclaimed:

"Y-You're Marcas?!"

"I'm glad you still know me, it's an honor. Marcus smiled gently, and instead of wearing a military uniform, he was dressed in a Romanesque white robe: "Legionnaires salute you, honorable Caesar!"

"Don't look like that. Theodore shook his head, smiled and stepped forward to hug him, and pressed it hard: "It's so nice to see you!"

"Huh. Marcus smiled and let go of Theodore's arms: "So, do I have the privilege to lead the way for you? ”

"Of course, there is no one more qualified than you. Theodore nodded and replied softly.

"But...... Where the hell is this?" Theodore asked with a smile, "I'm sorry but...... This kind of unfamiliar place always makes me feel lost. ”

"Here?" Marcus turned his head and looked at Theodore with a calm expression, and the corners of his mouth softly raised.

"This is the kingdom of heaven, my Caesar!"

(Thanks to the tip of the withered scarlet feather!)