The clouds in the sky still floated there, and the bright sunlight dotted the golden glow. Caesarea under the firmament sank into calm after the fiery heat. Theodore and Helena, along with the leaders of the North, entered the temple. The priests who presided over the ceremony stood in the streets, guiding all those present in the ritual of sacrifice.

Although they were not the same, religion was a part of the life of the Romans, and people from other parts of the world were naturally actively involved in the Roman world, so that they were even more devout than ordinary Roman citizens, bowing their heads in fear and praying to the gods.

Caesar is the patron of the gods and the spokesman of the gods, so Caesar's merits must be blessed by the gods. The victories of the Roman legions made the northerners believe that the Roman gods must also be very powerful. In these times of chaos and crisis, what could be more reassuring than the protection of the gods?

Even the dwarven nobles from the Cobblestone Council of the Black Rock Basin participated in the sacrifice in one after another. This also attracted the squint of the Noldor Elves, and several elderly Noldor Elves looked at the guys as expected. The dwarves' casual and stinky habit of treating faith as chasing trends is something that the Noldor elves are not used to. Alpha Yi had no choice but to smile wryly and try to prevent the young Noldor children from doing something too obvious. Despite his prestige, Alpha's surname doomed him to no authority in a traditionally revered elven society. Even if he was the Sword Master revered by all the Noldor warriors, he would never be able to command an army. Or the opportunity to speak in the Asuka Hall.

Sighing softly, the dishevelled Noldor elf looked back at the temple that stood on dozens of steps not far away, its deep eyes as if to penetrate the shadows behind the pillars.

This Caesar of Rome. How could it not be?

A territory that is not big or small, the passionate Romans are completely new to the northern human race, they have almost nothing connections and qualifications, as if dreamy, under the leadership of a leader who is so young that it is disgusting, they have won victory after victory, all at once. became the ruler of the whole north.

Can he really do it?" Alpha asked himself, the bleak night clenched in his hands getting colder and colder. He could feel it as the silver-white light rushed into the sky. The blade in his hand also became excited, as if he had seen his own brother, but he was ashamed of his own dim light

On a bleak night, it longed to show its strength to its brother. But its feats were not enough to make it proud in front of the dazzling light of the Radiant Cross. Alpha is well aware of this. The right hand that clenched the handle of the knife couldn't help but increase the amount of force. The hidden eyes under the brown hair wondered - could that Theodore Julian really be able to do it, and if not surpass his feats with Aragorn?

Compared to the warm square, the hall of the temple is much cooler, and it even makes people shudder. In the gloomy hall, a ray of sunlight shining through a hole in the top of the dome was the only source of light for the entire temple. The ethereal sound of water and majestic statues give people the illusion of being in heaven.

Theodore and Helena, led by the High Priest Fleavi, into the inner court, which was dedicated to blessings. Salald and the others paced down the hall or laid hands together.

"Pop, pop, pop......" The crisp sound of boots stepping on the marble floor, and the silence of the temple made the footsteps unusually clear. They couldn't help but turn their heads away.

"No matter how many times you look at it, this temple is amazing. With an emotional tone. Adile, dressed in a bright yellow robe, walked in with a smile. Almost as soon as he appeared, the little Duke Bran, who was standing next to the pillar, immediately showed a look of disgust on his face, and turned his head away in disdain, without the slightest concealment.

The corners of Salald's mouth twitched, and he looked at Adil who walked in, and couldn't help blinking his right eye. It was the first time he had seen this "elegant and decent" Grand Duke of Laria behave so rudely, and his heart began to move a little, and he wondered with evil taste whether something had happened to the two of them.

It won't be these two people...... The corners of Salald's mouth were grinning, his eyes were squinting and he shook his head, never leaving Adil's slightly thin figure...... It's unlikely, four or five years ago this little duke was only seven or eight years old, wait, maybe this guy likes that......

"It seems that some people don't welcome me, but it doesn't matter, this is Caesarea, the palace of His Majesty the Emperor, not Marions' Tent or Laria's Tower. Adil smiled and glanced at Bran, who was wrapped in a black turtleneck, and said softly: "I also believe that His Majesty will need the knights of Marions, just as he needs the knights of Laria." ”

"Perhaps you could explain that it was you, not the Duke of Allama, who came for what you were doing. Salald stepped forward, glad to see the two rivals angry with each other, but as the Duke of Salion, he also had something to do: "Or are you the new Duke of Marions?"

"You must not have forgotten my father's age, young Duke of Salion. For an elderly man, such a long journey was overwhelming. Adil deliberately emphasized the word "young", and stared sharply at the helm of the Ultok family, who was several years younger than himself: "As his eldest son, I think I am qualified enough to come on behalf of his own will." ”

"So, you can also represent the opinions of all the lords of Marions?" said Salald with a sneer, "Also, be careful when you speak, it is the Duke who is standing in front of you, and you should at least know how to be polite and humble, Catu." ”

"At least until you get the title of Duke of Marions...... "Salald grinned, his right hand on the hilt of his sword, "you don't have the right to talk to anyone present on an equal footing. ”

"To say such things, in Marions is the same as provocation. Adil smiled even more, and his fingertips pinched the delicately decorated hilt: "Indeed, compared to your golden lion, my fame in the north is simply insignificant. But you don't think I'm alive today just because I'm the eldest son of the family, do you?"

"A hundred years ago the horse lost to the lion, and today it is no different. The muscles in Salald's whole body tensed, and the excitement began to burn. The original idea was no longer important, as if the lion had tasted the scent of his prey, now only wanted to see the red of blood: "Where the lion's banner is open, there is no room for Gatuma to be arrogant!"

"Salald, that's enough!" Aaron walked up from the side, grabbed Salald's right hand, and looked at his friend with an indignant expression: "Don't forget what we're here for!"

"Then someone should teach them what politeness is for these horsemen who feed the horses. Salald let go of his hand, and his face was still full of reluctance, except for the turquoise eyes, which were still clear and not half annoyed.

Of course, Salad knew that he couldn't fight Adil here - after all, this was the temple of Caesarea, and the Ultok family would lose face no matter what the outcome was.

Adil was still full of spring breeze, and he brushed the scimitar at his waist with a slight provocation. He also knew that this golden lion of Salion was just bluffing, and he didn't dare to really do it here. It was the temple of Rome, and with hundreds of knights loyal to Caesar standing outside, and thousands of soldiers willing to fight for the "new emperor" and the descendants of Pendragon, the famous golden lion could not be stupid enough to do so.

What's more, Adil looked to the side with a playful gaze, and the general, dressed in Roman plate chain mail, had stood motionless and prayed until now, as if he had not noticed anything. Even so, Adil still knows that as long as there is any trouble, this guy must be the first to stand up.

Petronius Mesimus - During his two days in Caesarea, Adil heard Belisarius mention his name more than once, and the praise and reverence were overflowing. It is not difficult to imagine what kind of ability it takes to make the arrogant cavalry commander admire the five-body throw to the ground.

Why did his father still spare no effort to make Cato a part of Rome, knowing that the Marions would never be easily accepted by others? Adil looked at the adults in front of him: the shrewd Duke of Elfwan, the brave Lion of Ultok, the young eagle with his wings spread, the chief ...... of the Knights of the Dawn Adil began to understand a little.

It is precisely because the Cato people are not welcomed that Caesar is most in need! An outlier who was completely excluded from the aristocratic system of the north became a powerful foreign aid to the new emperor who manipulated the power of the north. That's why he needs to be courteous and let him see Marions' sincerity. At the same time, you can't be too active, you have to let Caesar take the initiative to "pull" yourself in - people are so strange, things that are easy to obtain are never secure, and the harder you work, the stronger your self-confidence.

Then, it's time to show Marions' sincerity - Adil has a smug smile on the corner of his mouth. You don't need to have a good relationship with any of the dukes, as long as you can make your majesty see the image of a Cato who came with sincerity but was not very popular.

His eyes narrowed into a line and looked up at the statue of the solemn god of war, Mars, but there was no reverence and respect on his face.

(I haven't written it for a long time, let me find the feeling first~um~) (To be continued......)