Noisy shops, chaotic little shops, the old streets of Caesarea's southern city are just such places. After the city walls were demolished and a new town was built, merchants saw business opportunities at the junction of the original north and south towns, and built large and small shops and taverns, simple inns and public baths, which became famous as a low-level entertainment venue.

The dim and low tavern was now playing out the scene that would be played out every evening, with the laughter of coarse cheers, the boiling steam of wine filling the dim candle flames, and the evening of the day began.

"The gods have given us miracles~~!The great task from heaven is the grace of giving~~!The banner of glory, we should defend it to the death~~!The people of Rome, we march forward together~~!Let this great majesty shine on the whole world~~!Go forward and succeed, not afraid of hardships and dangers~~!Strong shields, sharp spears, our footprints are the borders~~......" Wave after wave of cheering and singing, and the people who had been excited all day were still enjoying the afterglow of the excitement, a strong man with black hair with a flushed face stood up and raised his glass, roaring like an excited cow: "To our great Theodore Julian, our Caesar!"

"Long live Caesar——!!!! The excited crowd slammed into the wooden wine glasses in their hands, red and yellow wine splashed everywhere, and the unrestrained laughter was accompanied by joyful emotions: "May he live a long ——!!!!"

But in this small tavern, there was an out-of-place guy sitting in a remote corner, quietly sipping his drink, his black eyes scanning the crowd around him, and the sharp corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling. As if mocking, as if satirizing everything in front of him, the five fingers of his right hand tapped the table rhythmically, "popping" sound.

Perhaps it was the unusual scholar's robes and the ornate scimitar that hung from his waist that made him look too different, and soon several do-gooders gathered around him: "You are not a Caesarea?"

"Ah, I believe that the Cato and the Romans are still very different. He chuckled and was fair-skinned, "Unlike most of the Cato people, I do come from Marions. ”

"Oh, don't say that!" the guys patted him with their dirty hands, perhaps from drinking too much. Didn't notice that he had put his right hand on the hilt: "It won't take long." Caesar will become the emperor of the whole north, and the Marions, the Mistemaeans, and the Salionites are all Romans, don't be so different, we are all Romans!"

"I don't agree with that......" The corners of his mouth twitched. The voice was still slow: "Even in the era of the Pander Empire. Marions is still ......"

"I've heard that General Belisarius is married to a young lady from Marions?, is that really the case?" and the others still didn't seem to notice anything. The more he talked, the more excited he became: "I bet that chick is absolutely beautiful, and her ability in bed is absolutely top-notch......!"

"Hehehe......" he smiled, but his voice grew colder, "I've always hated the Issos—the people there are too arrogant. It is so arrogant to think that all the people of the world want to have a relationship with these 'noble people', and to think that all foreigners should be befriended with them as a matter of course!"

"Now it seems that the Romans are also a raccoon dog. He slowly stood up, and slowly drew the scimitar at his waist, the blade of which glittered in the firelight, and the tavern suddenly became silent: "Why do you think that the Cato of Marions should lie down under the feet of the Romans and lick your dirty boots?"

"Be careful, brother. This is Caesarea. Several strong men stood up and looked at him coldly: "You are insulting the Romans, and the guys who insult the Romans usually don't end well!"

"Oh, are you going to eat me?!" he smiled even more, "What a kind, can the Romans only become so kind on their own territory?"

"Mars is on top!" The crowd became agitated, and the anger made them surround him: "Kill this Marions bastard!"

"Quiet ——!!!!"

A roar came from outside the tavern door, and a dozen Roman soldiers rushed into the tavern, pushing the crowd in both directions, leaving a gap between the door and the man.

General Belisarius, dressed in a red robe, walked into the tavern with a serious expression, and was stunned for a moment when he saw him, but immediately recovered: "Welcome to Caesarea, Venerable Lord Adil Allama. ”

"Oh, you're not what I thought, too serious, General Belisarius. Adil smiled and put the scimitar back into its scabbard, stepped forward, grabbed the cavalry general's right hand and shook it fiercely: "Or, should I call you brother-in-law?"

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"Red wine, or some lemon candy?" In the spacious Romanesque courtyard, Belisarius casually walked over a silver flask towards Adile, who was sitting on a soft couch, "This is a house dedicated to entertaining distinguished guests, Marshal Terenus lived here not long ago, and the Duke of Urtok of Salion—I hope I like it." ”

"Oh, very comfortable, better than my own house - it would be great if I could have some books, I'd love to read some books about your gods. Adil waved his hand and smiled at the flask in Belisarius' hand: "How do you know that I have arrived, and Marions' mission is still on the way." ”

"Indeed, you should be there tomorrow night—like most of the lords. Belisarius sat across from him, chewing candy in his mouth and shrugging his shoulders: "But luckily we have a foreign minister here with several pairs of eyes, and as far as I know, there doesn't seem to be much he doesn't know about the things in the north - he even knows what kind of underwear you're wearing, and of course we don't care about that." ”

"In short, welcome to Caesarea, Lord Theodore Julian welcomes all who visit, whatever his intentions and intentions. Belisarius said lightly at the corners of his mouth. "Come on, Your Majesty the Human Emperor will definitely not have much of a good face for Marions. Adil's voice was still slow: "The Battle of the Kwyn River, Marions is not moving, I believe that the respected Caesar must be resentful." And I'm not the Duke of Marions, even Laria does more than Marions, do I?"

"So, you're going to make some moves to make amends for your mistakes? Show your loyalty?" Belisarius looked calm, "Am I right, Lord Adil?"

"Heheheheha......" Adil suddenly laughed, and pointed his right hand at Belisarius and shook it: "I heard before that General Belisarius is a famous wanderer in Rome, the most prestigious public lover in Caesarea, and he will receive me in such a formal hotel and speak so seriously - I thought you would pick me up in some more fun place!"

"That was before...... Or rather, a few months ago. Belisarius rolled his eyes, trying to keep a smile: "Now that Master Mesimus is gone, I will temporarily take over the affairs of Rome - until Caesar arrives the day after tomorrow, and a bunch of old men in the Senate are waiting to see me laugh." ”

"The most important thing is...... I'm married. Belisarius patted his ass and stood up, and said in a very manly tone: "I will do whatever I want when I am married, but at least now I must keep my wife's chastity - especially a noble lady of the Grand Duke, with a high status and status, I must pay some attention to the image of the Romans, do you say?"

"You'd better treat Arjuna, for she is the most favored of all her sisters. Adil said softly: "Her own dowry alone will make you rich for the rest of your life - of course, you are Caesar's most trusted cavalry commander, and you will definitely not be short of money to spend." ”

"My father has a total of eight sons, including me, but most of them are not very competitive, eating, drinking, prostituting, gambling, stealing, cheating, and slippery, and only when they ride a war horse, they can barely be counted as a Catu. Adil stood up by Belisarius' shoulders and looked him straight in the eye: "And now, my dear brother-in-law, because you and I have another brother." ”

"My father announced that you would have the right of inheritance to Marions, and that you would be entitled to inherit all that the Cato had - I think this should be seen as a sign of the submission of the Cato to the Romans. Adil smiled: "This means that as long as you have the ability to get your father to declare you inheriting him, or simply kill me, and then kill my brothers who are all wine bags and rice bags, and take all my sisters for yourself, you will be the Duke of Marions - this is equivalent to Lord Theodore Julian completely owning the entire Emerald Savannah, how does it feel?"

"So, now that we're competitors, shouldn't I be worried about someone assassinating me?" Belisarius smiled as well: "Thank you Duke Alama for the gift, but that's not enough, Caesar will be there in two days, and you may be able to meet Caesar then." ”

"I'm looking forward to it. Adil raised his glass and gestured to Belisarius: "Can I go to the temple and visit?" I heard from those people that it was the closest place to the Roman gods, and that they could hear some ...... The sound of the difference, I was really curious. ”

"Of course, I'll inform the priests of the temple. Belisarius smiled, "Believe me, you'll be fascinated when you really come into contact with the existence of those gods...... That's the power of Rome, passion, blood, obedience, reason, fanaticism and beauty, that's where Rome's strength lies!"

(Reward, recommended and monthly passes, empty and hungry) (to be continued......)