You can't afford to hurt a man wearing an anti-theft badge

He had never experienced such an embarrassing crossing on Saturday, he couldn't understand what the young man in the crimson skirt was saying, until the man stepped forward and pulled his arm.

"$#%&*^..."

Saturday watched blankly as his mouth opened and closed before being pulled aside.

The young man in the red dress was very friendly to him, and his dark eyes were shining with reverence. On Saturday, he vaguely speculated that it might be because he had just escaped from the lion's mouth, and the sudden burst of potential probably shocked the young man in front of him. Living.

The guess on Saturday was close to ten. This young man was a slave in another palace who was in charge of scrubbing gold. His name was Tata. He just happened to see the whole process of the whole thing. Come out, throw it into the lion garden, and then "cheat the corpse" on Saturday, an upside-down over the railing into the promenade, and escaped Vibia's bite in a thrilling manner.

Tata, like all Romans, advocated bravery. Those brave men who can fight against aliens, even defeat wild animals and create natural miracles are the most admired idols of the Romans.At this moment, Saturday is becoming a brave man in Tata's mind.

Although he knew that Saturday was a slave abandoned by Sius, hiding him might bring disaster to himself, but Tata took Saturday away by mistake and took him to the resting place where he and several other familiar slaves rested. And free up half of my bed for Saturday.

Through Tata's actions on Saturday, he judged his kindness, but on Saturday, he couldn't express his thanks verbally, so he could only hold his hand and shake it.

On the first night in the ancient Roman world, on Saturday, he was squeezed into a small stone bed with a dark-skinned slave. He didn't know why he came here, he didn't know where Chen Ke was, and he didn't know what to do tomorrow manage.

Not even a cell phone!

The only achievement is probably to cross off Chen Ke's list of candidates - Sius's pet cat.

The morning sun shines on the dome of the palace supported by marble columns, and a layer of golden mist diffuses in the courtyard planted with myrrh trees. It is clear that this is a slave society full of savages and beasts.

"&$%#@..."

After washing up, Tata murmured something on Saturday, then stared at him.

Saturday:"??"

Tata picked up a copper mirror and turned it toward Saturday.

When I looked inside on Saturday, I saw my own face—a man swollen like a pig's head looking at him in the mirror.

Not only was the left eye swollen, but the whole face was exaggeratedly swollen for some inexplicable reason.

Tata shook her head, put down the mirror, took out a headscarf from the cabinet, and wrapped it on Saturday without saying a word.

On Saturday, I felt a little breathless and wanted to loosen it up, but was slapped by Tata.

On Saturday, he had to let go, and Tata murmured a bunch of other things to him, and then dragged him outside.

At this time, the promenade and the courtyard were full of people walking around, all kinds of gold chains were hanging on them, shining, as if they were preparing to celebrate some festival.

Thinking on Saturday, it would be good to cover his face, lest the body worn by his soul be recognized by someone else—and if he fell into the lion garden in the palace, it’s hard to guarantee that it wasn’t because he offended the nobles, or worse, offended The tyrant himself.

This day is indeed a festival to be celebrated together from top to bottom in the city of Rome-the Lupercalia.

On this day, the nobles in the palace returned to the outside of the palace, and the slaves were allowed to come and go freely. Therefore, Tata happily pulled Saturday out of the palace early in the morning. The avenues in Rome were already crowded People, to Saturday's surprise, turned out to be mostly women.

Tata seems to be very familiar with all kinds of snacks in the city of Rome. He took Saturday to walk around the streets and ate a lot of strange pastries, as well as dried meat wrapped in strange leaves. He ate two or three kinds on Saturday. I felt my stomach twitching, so I didn't dare to try again.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd, Tata's eyes lit up, and she dragged Saturday to the side of the street again.

Women cheered one after another in the distance, and when Saturday looked over, his eyes widened in astonishment.

Chen Ke was riding towards this side on a big black horse.

Saturday's heart seemed to be grasped by a giant hand, and the slightest pull made him tremble all over. He stared stiffly at the tall man on the horse, until the plump woman next to him squeezed him away, blocking his sight .

Chen Ke is here.

Why don't you go back?Why not tell him?Just here to safely participate in other people's celebrations?

Chaotic thoughts and suspicions flashed through Saturday's mind, and he once again pushed away the two fat shoulders in front of him and poked his head out.

A short, flexible sheepskin whip passed over Saturday's head, knocking the crimson turban off his head.

With a chill on his face, Saturday was dazed and forgot to dodge, staring blankly at "Chen Ke" who was riding on the black stallion. The whip that hit him on the top of his head did not use force, just brushed gently, and the other end of the sheepskin whip Holding it in the slender and white hand, Saturday knew how comfortable it was to be gently touched by that hand.

At this time, "Chen Ke" also looked down at Saturday, his eyes were as black as black jade, there was no warmth in his eyes, only the coldness of bloodthirsty killing.

The moment I met these eyes, Saturday was like falling into an ice cave.

This is not Chen Ke!

Fortunately, "Chen Ke" didn't look at Saturday too much. He had a look of disgust on his face, as if he was very dissatisfied with Saturday's current appearance, so he urged the horse away with a whip.

Looking at the back of "Chen Ke" going away on Saturday, after a long time, Tata slapped his arm and handed him the scarf.

At this time, Saturday found a one-meter vacuum around him, and no one except Tata wanted to approach him. Saturday wrapped up his headscarf calmly, and together with Tata withdrew from the most crowded intersection, all the way to the remote and uninhabited place. Walk down the path.

Tata seemed very excited about the fact that "Chen Ke" had won Saturday with a whip.

It's a pity that I couldn't understand what he was talking about on Saturday, and I didn't know what it meant to be whipped. However, looking at the battle just now, those women seemed to be expecting to be whipped. With his size, he took away the opportunity of the woman next to him.

However, Saturday is not interested in such festive rituals, and does not want to delve into it.

The only thing he wanted to know was why the knight on the black stallion looked so like Chen Ke?

Among a group of European-looking people, there is an Asian face, which does not fit the background setting of the world at all.

However, if that person was really Chen Ke, why would he look at him with such indifferent eyes?

I already had the answer in my heart on Saturday.That person is probably the murderous personality split from Chen Ke—the tyrant Sius.

Sius rode his horse out for a while, frowning slightly. He always felt that those amber eyes seemed familiar, but the slave—was already dead, and he threw it to Vibia for dinner. Logically speaking, he should have been eaten. There is no residue left.

He reined in the horse, followed by his followers, and Sius ordered, "Go to the temple."

The entourage was a little puzzled. There were still women waiting for the king's blessing all the way ahead, but the king didn't seem to intend to finish the ceremony. However, no one dared to defy Sieus' decision. He immediately called the guards, separated the crowd, and gave The king made a way to go to the temple.

In the ritual of Luperia, the women who are drawn by the king with a sheepskin whip will be more likely to obtain long-term love, have more children and more blessings. The shepherd symbolizes love and desire. Things that can be brought to the stage to be spoken publicly do not need to be hidden. Therefore, those women are so active on the side of the road, waiting for the king to whip them with sheepskin.

This is a sacred part of the Lunar Festival every year. After that, the king goes to the temple to participate in offering sacrifices to the Shepherd and watch performances. At night, he returns to the palace to hold a banquet, while the common people begin to celebrate this sweet day of love. This day sets a lover for the year ahead.

Sius went to the temple in advance, which meant that the women lost more than half of the chance of being whipped, and the atmosphere of celebration in the crowd became depressed.

But their monarch never cared what the people thought.

The temple was built on the Partin Hill outside Rome.

At this time, the king's ceremony had not yet been completed, and only the high priest and his subordinates were waiting in the temple.

Tata took Saturday, climbed up the stairs, and came to the majestic huge Roman column. The whole snow-white building is bathed in bright sunlight, against the clear blue sky, which is particularly holy and beautiful.

How could there be a chance to see such a well-preserved ancient Roman building on Saturday, so I couldn't help standing under the steps and looking up.

Someone pulled his arm forcefully. On Saturday, he came back to his senses and found that Tata was looking at him excitedly, gestured to him, and touched his throat, as if telling him that there was a way to cure his disease. Dumbness.

By the way, Tata has always been considered a mute because of his inability to communicate on Saturday.

This dark-skinned young man was very enthusiastic. After learning that Saturday was "dumb", he not only didn't laugh at him, but also helped Saturday explain to others.

Tata seems to be a wave of goodwill from this wild world. It just happened to be a newcomer on Saturday. I don’t know if Saturday is my luck or... because this world was created by Chen Ke, it is very special for him. gentle.

Well, it should be said that, except for the lion, everything else is fine.

Sius rode his horse out of the city and came to the foot of Mount Partin, where he saw two slaves standing in front of the temple.

The one in the front is a lowly black slave, and the one in the back... is fair-skinned. If you look closely, they are of the Asian race, and they look very familiar.

Theus pulled the emerald telescope from his neck and aimed it at the temple steps.

The marble steps on the edge of the temple were very high, and the black-skinned slave was obviously used to climbing. He climbed up first, then turned around and bent down, reaching out to grab the white-skinned slave.

The skin tones of the two are in sharp contrast. The white-skinned slave has a slender and flexible body. His straight and slender legs are exerting just the right amount of force. His bare feet are pushing against the edge of the marble relief, and his thin and powerful waist is only slightly twisted. It is convenient to land on the top of the steps.

For some reason, perhaps the noon sun was too strong, and when the white waist was bent to one side, it drew a seductive arc, which was like a succubus dance, remaining in Sius' pupils for a long time.

"Have you ever heard of Cyrus's oriental poems?" Sius tilted his head slightly, the corners of his mouth curled up with interest, and asked his followers.

"Your Majesty, please forgive the slave's ignorance." The attendant replied.

"Roman soldiers grow up only in the East, where they learn to drink, to paint, and—to make love."