Chapter 72: The Glory of Rome (2)
"This is Caesarea, it looks much prettier and cleaner than the old settlement called Haringos, and there are a lot more people than there. β
On the shopping street of Caesarea, Igo Bezarro, the famous northern ranger in the Forest of Silence, looked back and forth on both sides of the road like a chirping sparrow. The Ranger didn't wear her green Ranger outfit - it was too conspicuous, and Igo was now trying to learn "human culture" in order to have more of a common language with Ustan the Stone Man (Igo).
Blue trousers, high riding boots, and a black long-sleeved leather trench coat over a fine linen shirt, Igo was inspired by the civilian clothes of a young Salion squire, which was convenient and beautiful (in her opinion), and most importantly in line with human habits (a reference to the more common casual knight dresses in A Song of Ice and Fire).
As a result, the young female ranger dressed herself up as a human knight, and with that capable ponytail, the smart and lively girl became a beautiful son, and she was really regarded as a "knight master" who came out to go shopping. As for following behind, Ulstan, who has always dressed casually and doesn't pay much attention to his clothes, naturally became the attendant behind the "knight master".
In the ancient society where clothing was expensive, the richer the people, the more they had to spend their money on clothes -- clothes made of high-quality fabrics, peerless famous horses and a castle of their own, and in modern times, they became brand-name clothing, famous cars and mansions, and there was not much difference between ancient and modern Chinese and foreign successful people.
And the chemical industry, which was still in the workshop era and in the alchemist's vial, made brightly colored dyes quite rare, so in the eyes of modern people, the more tacky red and purple, or the colorful version of the plaid outfit dyed like a patchwork rag, in ancient times were all clothes that only the best people could afford to wear, like in ancient Rome, if you can dye a purple lace on your clothes, it is a sign of great wealth and nobility -- and in the imperial era, purple has become a royal prerogative.
As for white, although most of the clothes of ancient Roman officials were mainly white (similar to the nature of uniforms), in fact, nobles who wore white clothes on weekdays were still extremely rare, and they were generally considered ascetics or too poor to afford good materials, etc., so proud nobles would not wear white clothes that did not reflect their status.
Looking at the extremely lively Igo, Ustan reluctantly followed closely: "This is Caesarea, with the largest glass workshop, olive grove and pottery workshop in Roman territory, as well as a fleet of ships from the north, carrying furs and timber minerals from Caesarea to the whole north, and ...... Arena. β
"Arena, what is an arena, is it a place for competitions?" asked Igo curiously, tilting his head with his hands behind his back and turning his face with a smile on his face.
"Horse racing, racing, running, stone throwing, wrestling............ Of course, there are also bow and arrow competitions. Ustan looked at the girl with a little bit of a smile or a crying expression and said, "If I have the chance, I will definitely invite you to watch the competition." No Roman could refuse an invitation to a competition. Trust me, it's a spectacle you can't imagine, and it's exciting!"
"I don't believe it. Yi Ge turned his head and looked unconcerned: "I'm a person who has already participated in the war, is there anything more stressful in this world than war?!"
"It's different in nature...... Anyway, if you have a chance, you'll know it once you see it. Ustan shook his head nondeniably: "Okay, let's go, there are really too many people here, I don't want to bump into any more acquaintances." β
"Hmm. Yi Ge nodded obediently, but he still couldn't bear his lively temperament, and then asked, "Don't you live here?" β
"My house is a little further south than here, and there...... It's quieter, less noisy and much cleaner than here. Ustan casually responded: "My father is a scholar, and he prefers a quieter environment where he can settle down to read and think...... Something philosophical. β
"Will he agree? Seeing that it was about to come to him, even a somewhat domineering character like Yi Ge couldn't help but have doubts: "Or, can he really accept it...... ...... we?"
"I don't know. Ustan gritted his teeth, his face still stiff as a stone: "But aren't all our esteemed Igor Rangers already 'declared'? β
"That's different!" the girl's face turned red all of a sudden, and she defended herself with anger: "This ...... That one...... It is...... I mean...... Oops, it's not the same anyway, you guys are so annoying!"
β............ Well, whatever you want. Ustan stopped talking, and without saying a word, he took the girl's little hand and "rampaged" forward, squeezing a way out of the crowd.
As for whether he can get the approval of his father and mother, Ustan is actually quite unscored, just like Igo. Although my father was a very easy-going and unruly person most of the time, he also developed a gentle temper when he stayed at the academy all year round. But the more moderate a person is, the more harsh and unacceptable he is when he encounters a problem of principle, and he will even do something completely different from usual.
He might be okay with finding a "Haringos wife", a "Talboa wife", or even a "highlander wife", but the Noldor elves ...... Ustan did not have that confidence. What's more, the family also has plans for their own marriage, although they resist, but Ustan is not unacceptable.
A virtuous and virtuous wife who is well-connected not only helps the family greatly, but also can live comfortably -- in the eyes of most young gentry, this is the best choice.
Compared to his father, Ustan actually knew his uncle, the commander of the Roman fleet, Ryan Constantine, and if it was this guy, he would have raised his hands in favor, and by the way, Ustan praised Ustan for his good style of mountain carving, the commander of the fleet, which was well known in Rome.
"I said, Ulstein. Yi Ge stretched out his little head stupidly, and the golden ponytail fluttered on the back of his head: "What if...... What if he doesn't agree?"
"If he doesn't agree............," Ustan muttered, stopping at a deserted intersection, turning and taking Igo into his arms, and before the girl could say, "Ahh
"Really?" asked Yi Ge softly as his heart warmed.
"Of course. Ulstein's voice was still without a hint of emotion: "I never break my word!"
ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ
A manor near Haringos, walled by wood and bordered by beautiful apple trees, was toiled by the peasants in the fields, toiling for the annual harvest of wheat, barley, water spinach, apples, herring and fat geese in the ponds, cheese and cured pork from the barns, for the toiling people, lords, and their servants and knights.
As with all manors, there was a decent little castle in the vicinity of this manor, made of stone. However, unlike the fortress that is dedicated to war, this castle is a stone house with a defensive function to be precise, and the only thing it has to defend against is the bandits and robbers who live in the mountains and forests, so it has more life and looks more like a beautiful villa.
A middle-aged man dressed in a red robe trimmed with gold trim was standing on the roof of the third floor of this small castle, looking out at the quiet and peaceful manor not far away - there was no doubt that he was the owner of the manor, a lord in the truest sense of the word, and that manor was only one of his many estates, but the most important one, because it was relatively close to Haringos, and it was more convenient to buy daily necessities and so on.
"Father. A young man who looked quite energetic came up from under the stairs and said to the middle-aged man, "The messenger has left, leaving an invitation. β
"Already gone? so soon. The middle-aged man's brows never let go for a moment, and he turned around and took the rather exquisite-looking invitation from his son's hand, and stuffed it into the pocket on the inside of his clothes: "I had planned to invite him to a meal, and the knight who was so concerned by Caesar should have more dealings with him." β
"This ...... I'm afraid it's more difficult. The young man smiled wryly and said, "He has even severed ties with his original family, and has moved into Caesarea by himself, as if he had married the daughter of a wealthy local merchant as his wifeβeven if it was too much to show loyalty to that Caesar." β
"It's easy to understand, people who have tasted bitterness will naturally cherish what they have in their hands, not to mention being so reused, it's understandable to be a little self-willed. The middle-aged man smiled: "And we have no reason to talk about people." No, I'm going to Caesarea to show my loyalty to that Caesar!"
"So you're really going?" the young man seemed a little stunned, "Why don't you wait, maybe we can see how others react first." β
"If he doesn't go now, then he will come in person - with the Roman army. The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "Don't be stupid, can we have any other choice?!"
"Blood of Pendragon!" said the young man briefly, "Her Royal Highness may accept our loyalty. β
"Maybe, but there's no way she's going to offend a powerful lord for a few manors, not to mention that this lord has just won a war for her!"
"Let's go to Caesarea together. The middle-aged man said, "No matter what the 'Caesar' will do to us, we will have to face it!"