Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Glorious Cross of the North (1)
As in many important towns, the fairs of Haringos were held almost daily, where merchants from afar would sell some of their goods that could not travel far, and the city's wealthy and dignitaries would buy their fine furs, spices, and ornaments. After Rome began to preach to the north, many paintings and sculptures became popular here.
The large middle class and producers in the towns were also a very powerful consumer group - they consumed a considerable amount of bread, salted pork, all kinds of aquatic products, cellar pickles, light beers, coarse flax, charcoal for fires, and so on, all that the countryside had to offer. The towns in each region are the distribution centers of the goods in this region, and people buy and sell goods here by convention, and the relative tax collection is also much more convenient.
There are often one or two of the more important markets of the year, where farmers who have worked all year flock to the towns with bags full of grain, to buy all the necessities of life for the year (such as salt and cloth), and then enjoy the rare relaxation time after a hard day in the taverns and public baths.
When it comes to a season like this, it's like convention. Not only will the scale of the market become unprecedented, but even the wealthy and wealthy families will come out to shop at such a time. Merchants who smell gold and silver coins also flock to the town's bazaar, where stalls and shops fill the entire market. Wandering jugglers and bards also come to perform at such times, playing and singing in the streets with their life's skills, or playing with small animals and playing tricks to amuse passing audiences.
Passers-by fill all the taverns and baths in town, merchants laugh from ear to ear, and tax collectors collect their taxes............ Of course, law and order is also a serious test. At this time of year, even the city's army is temporarily dispatched to manage the normal order of the bazaar, and the wooden cages for thieves and drunken idiots are often not stuffed, so they can only be tied to the wooden bars of the cages half-dead.
Such large bazaars can often last up to a month. People who have worked hard for a year vent their emotions in this big bazaar. The lively and chaotic atmosphere is as joyful as a festival -- in fact, for everyone, it's a festival.
After the beginning of Roman rule, the locals became more and more fond of festivals - this was due to the fact that the Romans themselves were overly fond of festivals, and the ancient Romans had many gods, and after imitating the gods of the Greeks from the beginning, they would add their gods to their system every time they conquered a region. With a variety of rituals and a fixed celebration, the Romans celebrated almost every three days and two ends, and the total length of the festival was more than 175 days in a year, and even the most proficient Romans could not remember all the festivals.
In order to facilitate planning, Theodore originally designated the Saturnalia festival in Rome (December 17th ~ ~ December 24th) as the "legal" New Year in Rome. Because he found that many Christian Christmas celebrations were similar to Saturnalia: they had to plant a tree, but one was a harvest tree and the other was a Christmas tree, and they had to give gifts to each other, and there were large feasts and many sacrifices, so there was nothing wrong with applying them directly.
And this year's bazaar is even more popular than in previous years, not only because Her Royal Highness Princess Helena has designated this place as a temporary "palace", attracting countless chivalrous knights who are "brave and brave" to come to pay allegiance to Her Royal Highness. The discerning businessmen noticed early that there were obviously more farmers from the countryside this year than in previous years!
Thanks to Theodore's "tenant farmer redemption policy", the tenant farmers who had stayed in the manor all year round finally had the opportunity to go to the town, and with the "settling-in fee" and a pitiful salary given by the lords pinching their noses, they poured into Haringos like a tide, wanting to see what this "legendary town" was like.
Tavern riots, street fights, baths on fire............ The situation is getting worse. The Haringos Garrison was urgently redeployed to maintain order in the market. The local municipal council even appealed to Caesarea for help, but the news was that the same problem was now in the three central towns, and that Caesarea might have been a little more serious - because a considerable number of soldiers were still on leave, and the "invincible" Roman legions had always liked to solve problems with their fists.
The problem of building satellite towns was imminent, and Rome needed more smaller towns to divert the population and consolidate grassroots rule. But the first thing to be solved now is the current law and order problem. The light cavalry wing was regrouped after receiving orders and divided into three squadrons to reduce law and order pressure in the three central towns.
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"Slow down, Helena...... There are so many people here. ”
In the streets of the bazaar, Adjutant Will, dressed in a gray knight's robe, followed closely behind the familiar figure, leaning sideways to squeeze a path through the crowd, his right hand never leaving the hilt of the short sword at his waist, and shouted sweaty.
As soon as Will finished speaking, the dark brown robe stopped, and turned to Will's side, and under the hood was a pair of sparkling sapphires, but the pouting mouth added a touch of color.
"How many times have I told you, Your Excellency Will?" Helena looked at him disapprovingly, "Now call me Miss Ain, lest anyone find out." Don't you know that we sneaked out?"
"Yes, Sea...... Miss Ain!" Will couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard the name, "But don't you think it's too dangerous? ”
"Don't worry~!" Helena grinned and pointed to the hood of the dress she was wearing on her head: "No one will find out about the problem, as long as someone doesn't tell the truth!"
"Now that 'someone' is desperate to let his chief, Lord Terenus, know about this!" Will, feeling deeply powerless, muttered to himself, his fierce eyes constantly scanning the passers-by, pushing these honest ordinary people aside.
"Hmm, what did you just say?" Helena's eyes became unhappy, "Some people seem to have some special plans, isn't that Adjutant Will?"
"But at your disposal, but be careful. Will looked at her and said, "Now please come with me, there is a new public bath nearby, and there are many shops for accessories and desserts nearby." ”
"How do you know that? Do you say you go there a lot?"
"As an adjutant, I must always have a minimum understanding of the environment in order to provide useful information to my superiors, Your Majesty...... Miss. Will pulled Helena's wrist and walked into a deep alley, the wrist so soft that it seemed to break at the slightest touch, but it quickly returned to its normal: "I beg my pardon for being rude, you can find a shortcut from this way." ”
The two of them kept shuttling through the alley. It's a shortcut, as Will said, and the point is that there are no people here -- the active crowd is going to the bustling bazaar, and no one is going to such a remote corner at this time.
After walking for a while, Will could vaguely feel as if there were footsteps behind him. At first, I thought it was a drunk who was lost or something, but after a long time, he realized that something was wrong, and his hand holding the hilt of the sword became tighter, and his pace began to slow down, and he looked at his back from the corner of the eye.
"Please go to the front, Your Highness. Will whispered. Without waiting for Helena to "correct" his "mistake", he continued: "We were followed"
With that, Will took Helena in front of him and walked into a familiar alleyway. It was a dead end, with only one entrance and exit, so at least it would be guaranteed that there would be no enemies from behind.
As for the enemy, he was sure enough. As soon as the identity of the Knights of the Dawn is revealed, most of the rogue ruffians will pee their pants on the spot. As for the rest, Will is sure to deal with them before the City Guard arrives!
"You must stop, Your Excellency!" stood at the mouth of the alley, hiding Helena behind him. Will pulled out the short sword at his waist and looked coldly at the figure hiding in the shadows like a mouse: "Come out, maybe we can make friends." ”
"That's him, my lord, he's the guy I'm talking about!" A panicked voice came out from behind the corner, and a middle-aged man who was dirty and still holding a wine jug pointed at Will and shouted, "It's him, sneaky, and dragging a girl!"
"We may have to talk, sir. Carlo, the captain of the Harlingos Garrison Wing, who was dressed in armor and holding a sword and shield, walked out, looking at this "scumbag" with cold eyes: "Put down your weapons and leave with us." You've been accused of kidnapping a girl!"
"Wait, I think you might have misunderstood!"
"That's what every kidnapper says. Carlo pursed his lips disdainfully, picked up the whistle around his neck and blew it. With a sharp thud, hordes of garrison soldiers rushed out from both sides of the road, forming a shield wall in front of Will.
"Be fast, the other party has hostages in their hands. Carlo gave a loud order: "In the name of the captain of the Ustan wing, catch him!"
"Isn't that you, Wing Commander?"
"Stupid! The eternal captain of the Haringos United is Ustan Konstantin!" "Carlo angrily struck the fool with the hilt of his sword, and then raised his weapon: "Charge!"
"Wait a minute!"
A delicate voice came from behind Will, and Helena took off her hood, stepped out of the shadows of the alley, and stood calmly in front of the garrison soldiers.
"Her Royal Highness Helena?!"
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