Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

"Thank you, my lord, thank you, my lord!" The beggar quickly bent his back, poked his forehead into the mud, picked up the coins, and left the place in a hurry.

upstairs.

"Lord Neos is really kind!" The man opposite Neos laughed, unable to tell whether it was ridicule or admiration.

Neos shrugged: "The reason why beggars are beggars is because they refuse to break the law. In my opinion, this is a hundred times nobler than those villains."

"Hahaha, as expected of a nobleman from the East, he can always speak a lot of truth!" The corner of the man's mouth grinned.

"Cools, why talk so much about my origin, let's get to the point early."

Nios shook his head and smiled lightly. After taking a sip of wine, he lifted his chin and stared at the man opposite him without fear: "You should know the purpose of my trip, right?"

The man named Coles was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Of course, the news that a big man from Rome is buying food like crazy recently, the whole of London knows."

"So what do you mean?" Neos lowered his eyes, his face expressionless.

"I'm a businessman, of course I have business to do, but I'm just curious..." Coles narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Curiosity..." Neos played with these two words, raised his eyelids slightly, and looked at each other.

"Yes, for example, why do you buy grain, and for whom do you buy grain?" Coles looked at him without showing any weakness.

"Is this an important question?" Neos asked.

"It's important," Coles said.

"Really?" Neos nodded and turned to look out the window, "Then you should know the news about Boudica's army."

"So is your grain purchase related to this matter?" Coles frowned.

"Of course, where there is war, there is demand. Boudica's next target is London.

And although the Treasurer Gatus fled, Governor Paulinus will soon return to London to suppress the rebellion..."

Neos narrowed his eyes and smiled like a fox.

Coles stared wide-eyed: "You mean, you are for..."

"Shh~~~ Don't get excited." Neos raised his index finger.

Coles was taken aback when he heard the sound, held back his emotions, bit his lip, and thought about the stakes.

At this critical moment, his next line up will directly determine his life and death.

If you support the Roman side, then if the rebels capture London afterwards, you will be liquidated, but if you support the rebels...if the rebels really succeed in uprising...

Fei walked up from downstairs and stood silently behind Neos, about to speak.

Neos suddenly raised his hand to stop her, and then said to Coles: "But I think you are quite smart, so let me tell you another key piece of information."

Coles froze, and subconsciously raised his head to look at the silver-haired man.

Nios said lightly: "Next, if I were you, I would definitely hire craftsmen from nearby towns with high salaries and pool funds to buy wood and masonry."

"What do I want these for?" Coles wondered.

"Build a city of London," said Neos.

"Pfft!" Coles turned his head and immediately spewed out the wine he just drank.

He slapped the table and stood up, stepped forward, and shouted sharply: "Are you kidding me!"

Fei stepped forward in an instant, blocked Neos, drew the dagger, and lay it across in front of him.

"Listen to me, Mr. Coles..." Neos said calmly while pouring his wine.

"Your Excellency hastened to the place. Although there is enough food and grass to support it, the follow-up army can also go down the river, but Boudica has a large number of people and high morale, so he cannot attack by force.

So after a little resistance, even if he is sitting on a strong Roman army, the governor will choose to avoid the edge for the time being, and wait for the soldiers to gather before fighting a decisive battle. "

"You mean, the governor will abandon the city..." Coles was stunned and murmured.

"At that time, Boudicca's army will invade London and burn the city..." Neos continued.

"But the land of London is extremely important. Even if it is destroyed, both Rome and Celtic will choose to rebuild it afterwards."

Coles' eyebrows twitched, and his face gradually turned red: "Then I can raise the prices of stone materials and craftsmen at that time, and earn a lot of money!"

He became fanatical, like a monkey in estrus.

The corner of Fei's mouth twitched, and disdain flashed in his eyes.

"I believe it, Master Neos, I really believe you now!" Coles suppressed his excitement and growled in a low voice.

"Well, that's really great." Neos raised his head and chuckled, a stern look appeared in his narrowed eyes.

Heh... businessman.

Chapter 21 Chapter 21 The first task

Under the night, the Roman soldier bowed: "My lord."

"Open the cell door and go back to drink your bar." Paulinus nodded and ordered.

The soldier said "yes", and after searching for a long time, he took out the key to open the cell door.

Paulinus took down the oil lamp on the side and opened the iron-wood cell door with his shoulder: "Don't let anyone disturb me."

The adjutant nodded, put his palm on the hilt of the sword, and stood with his back to the prison door.

Paulinus then paced into the dark cell.

The soles of the feet were covered with black and sticky straw, which made a rustling sound when stepped on, and the wooden barrel of dung by the wall had overflowed, and far away from the wooden barrel, there was a group of unknown creatures curled up.

Hearing the cell door open, the creature moved.

Fario raised his hands, half covering his face, and the iron cuffs on his wrists jingled.

"Oh, Lord Governor... I'm sorry I can't stand up to meet you." Fario made a hoarse voice, and his smile under the firelight was ironic.

Paulinus was unmoved, holding an oil lamp, and looked at the most honorable old man among the Celtics.

A fluffy beard covered the old man's face, his limbs were like dead branches, and his pale, messy hair was dyed black and stuck together like bristles.

"Look at you, Fario, the great druid high priest, now you can only sleep like a pig living in a pigsty with dung." Paulinus said coldly.

Fario leaned against the cold wall, raised his eyes with difficulty, and used silence to counter the ridicule.

"It seems that your god has abandoned you, but don't worry, one day I will catch him back and lock him up with you." Paulinus looked down at him.

Fario lowered his head, his voice was weak but firm: "Ni, Lord Nios, you will not abandon us..."

"Oh, yes, then how did I catch you, whether it was the warrior wearing the Roman uniform and holding the eagle flag, or you, weren't they all caught because of him?"

Paulinus curled his lips fiercely, and sneered: "He used you to lure me away, and then ran away by himself, what a god."

"Your Excellency...he has his own arrangements." Fario lowered his head and whispered.

His voice was very soft, like a silent prayer, used to encourage himself.

The man's words kept echoing in his head.

"There has never been a savior, and there have never been gods and emperors. Human beings can only walk on the road!"

"So, the one who can save us now will never be the gods, but ourselves!"

"A country without history is doomed to have no future!"

It's like the sea breeze blowing in my ears.

If you are an adult, you must be able to lead us to create a history that belongs to the Celts.

The more he was on the verge of death, the more Fario firmly believed.

As for myself, use this broken body to become a part of history and use it as a warning to future generations.

Fario twitched the corners of his mouth, licked his dry lips with his tongue, raised his head, and looked at Paulinus while panting.

He struggled to pull out a smile, as if seeing the death of the Roman was as happy as it was.

Paulinus tensed his back and met him with a frown.

"What are you looking at?"

Fario suddenly thought of Randall, the man who never begged for mercy even though he was crucified on the cross.

He moved his lips, exhausted the last strength in his chest, and growled softly.

"R...RUS!"

......

A few days later, in London, most of the common people also began to hear the rumors.

Celtic warriors are heading for London after burning Colchester.

Since last night, civilians began to move out one after another, and it continued until early morning. There were still a bunch of people driving ox carts, dragging their families out of the city.

Except for the farmers who couldn't leave, and the confident businessmen, most of the nobles and citizens had already left.

As long as they don't come back, it means that the huge sum of money that Neos borrowed before will not be repaid.

This is also one of the reasons why he was able to collect money and buy food in a short period of time, thanks to the fact that usury was one of the most important industries in ancient Rome.

And being rich means having knowledge.

Most nobles in ancient Rome had their own private libraries, either for showing off or for education.

No matter what it was for, when he learned that there was such a place, Neos came to visit with great anticipation.

Now most of the nobles have moved away, leaving only a few slaves to look after the house, so Neos can enter the private library of the nobles to borrow books by relying on his superb acting skills and a little bribe.

For Neos, who urgently needs to understand the knowledge of this world, it is like a fish in water.

At noon, Neos got out of a luxurious building, holding a thick book in his arms.

He nodded his thanks to the slave behind him, took out a coin from his pocket and handed it over.

The slave took it with a smile, welcomed him to come again next time, and said that if the master was there, he would be very happy to have him.

Neos accepted the compliment, saying that he would definitely visit again, and then walked to the hotel with the book in his arms.

Fei followed closely behind him, holding a thick pile of books in her arms, blocking her face, causing her to tilt her head to look at the adults.