Persian Assassin: Dance of the Prisoners

Every word is like a blade, like chiseling ice and snow, cooling his affection.So he didn't force anymore, just watched from a distance as he withdrew from the palace, stepped down from the altar, stepped into the darkness, and became a ghostly and chilling shadow on the battlefield.

He had a premonition that his nephew would be a dazzling star that fell in Rome. The brilliance he bloomed was enough to make the entire huge Roman Empire turn around for him, and it was enough to make the mighty Julius fall in love with him. until death.

Chapter 7 [VI] Demon Man in Black

"Hahaha……"

Panting with sweat, I bent down and knelt behind the rider who finally stopped.I grabbed the iron lock around my neck and tried hard to get up from the ground, but my legs were as heavy as lead.After following this man for three hills, it seemed that I had already left the city of Rome far away. I didn't know where I was going to be taken.

In the cobalt blue sky in the distance, there is a layer of ethereal lights floating in the distance, like the mirage I saw when I went to Arabia to perform a mission.I was as exhausted as I was in the middle of nowhere.I gasped for breath, but the air in my mouth was filled with the smell of the sea.

How did you come to the beach?It must be a dream.

I shook my head in a trance, trying to wake myself up.

"Can't hold it anymore? Persian boy?" The man's voice was thrown from above.With the sound of boots crushing gravel from far to near, the iron chains on his body were suddenly tightened, and the whole person was dragged up.Before I recovered from the intense dizziness, my chin was pinched by a hand like iron pincers, and a black shadow blocked my sight, "Aren't you very majestic just now..."

Listening to his voice at close range gave me an inexplicable sense of strangeness.Before I could catch this tiny feeling, the cool water poured into my mouth.

I was so thirsty, I swallowed instinctively, I didn't care how ugly it was to be fed water like this, I kept drinking until I couldn't help coughing.The jaw clamp was released, and I took a few steps back to see the man in the black cloak staring at me.

His mask is engraved with a dragon and snake totem similar to the gate of Ishtar, and in the hollowed eye holes, a pair of pupils glow with a cold blue-purple light in the dark.I don't know if it's because of that mask, but his eyes look very strange, as if they can absorb people's soul.

I got chills down my spine watching him.At this time, he moved in the dark, raised his hand and didn't know what he wanted to do to me.

I guardedly raised my elbows to protect my heart, and stepped back, but unexpectedly, my feet were caught by the shackles and I almost fell to the ground.The chain was pulled tight by him, and my head hit his chest unexpectedly.Under the black cloak was stiff and rattled with chains—a layer of chain mail.He is a warrior.

It's a good opportunity to make a surprise attack so close.Wouldn't it be a pity to miss it?

I tightened my hands and feet, secretly accumulating energy, and took a breath, but I smelled a fragrant fragrance emanating from him, like the smell of rosemary.This familiar aura brought back the fleeting feeling just now, making me froze with hesitation.I raised my head and looked at him intently.

The mask blocked most of his face, revealing a little bit of a sharp chin, and his thin lips were half hidden in the shadows, seemingly upturned, the lips were almost purple in color, like poisoned blades.Even if you can't see the whole face, you can tell that he must have a pretty handsome face, but he doesn't know why he has to cover it up.

My eyes wandered along the contours of his exposed face, and I subconsciously traced his whole face. For some reason, a somewhat blurred figure appeared in my mind. This ghostly feeling prompted me to reach out and pull his hat brim.

His loose long hair flowed down from the mouth of the hat, which looked dark red in the moonlight, like burnt copper wire.

It's not like... completely different, it's just that the outline is a bit similar.How was it possible that Flaviz was still alive?Even if he is alive, with his physical condition, he will not become a warrior...

I denied the faint suspicion in my heart, and secretly laughed at myself, feeling a sharp pain in my heart.

"Tsk, staring at me like this, you must be obsessed with me." A sigh drifted to my ear, mixed with an obvious sarcasm, and then I felt a tightness in my waist, and it was like waking up from a dream , Realized that he was almost half embraced by this monster.

I hurriedly backed away, but he hugged me so tightly that I couldn't break free for a while.hateful!I mercilessly raised my elbow to his ribs, with such force that the shackles on my wrists cracked his chain mail.Ribs are one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body, but this man seems to have no sense, holding me tightly with one hand, and slipping into my crotch with the other hand, rubbing it lightly and gently. Bundle.

"What are you doing!" Life Root was suddenly attacked, I shivered sensitively and roared angrily.The hands around my waist were released immediately, and I staggered back a few steps, furious in my heart, bent my knees and kicked him in the crotch.

He nimbly dodged sideways, with unbelievably quick eyesight and quick hands. In an instant, my ankle fell into his palm and was grasped, and the other hand grabbed the chain on my neck ring, forcing me to look up.My forehead just brushed his chin.Face to face at a close distance, I immediately felt the difference in height with this person. He was about the same height as the gladiator I killed, a whole head taller than me. Although the black cloak made him look thin and tall, his strength was definitely not to be underestimated. watch for.

"No wonder it's so wild and unruly, it's such a trouble not to be castrated..." There was a soft blow on the ear.

I suddenly felt a chill in my lower body, and I was terrified.I instinctively felt that the person I met was a ruthless character, and I would not have a good life if I fell into his hands. Maybe I really couldn't keep my little brother.

Originally lacking in physical strength, I only intended to test his skills, but this kind of intimidation inspired my adventurous impulse.It is still on the road less traveled by, and there is still a chance to escape. If this guy brings him to his territory, it may be a fight between trapped beasts.

This thought popped out of my mind, and I raised my other leg, spinning and jumping up purely with the strength of my waist, my calf hooked towards his neck like a life-threatening rope.

I'm sure I exploded with enough force to snap a beast's neck.But at this moment, a black shadow flickered in front of my eyes, and a pair of hands clasped my feet as fast as lightning.Unimaginable savage power erupted from this man's body, but on the surface it was only a slight movement of raising his hand, which completely suppressed my attack.

This blow exhausted most of my physical strength, making it difficult for me to counterattack for a while.My hands were clasped tightly behind my back, almost my whole body was surrounded by his arms.This embarrasses me a bit, but it's nothing compared to the frustration of being overwhelmed by force and is negligible.

No one has defeated me so quickly on the battlefield.In the legion I belong to, my attack is recognized as the fastest, and I have always made it difficult for the enemy to defend against. Even Makara, the bravest sword fighter in the Arabian Scorpion army, was decapitated by me with a single knife.

Now I can be sure that this person's skill is above mine.

I stared at him with my neck thrown back—it was my bad luck to meet him.

He looked down at me, with the most unbearable look in my eyes to examine the weak, and his thin lips slightly parted: "Persia...Little wild cat."

At this moment I wish I didn't understand Latin.This devastating title gave me goosebumps, and I believe my eyes were spitting fire: "What did you call me?"

"Your swordsmanship is indeed beautiful and fierce, but with bare hands, isn't it as vulnerable as a cat whose claws have been pulled out." The eyes behind the mask narrowed slightly, adding fuel to the fire lightly.

In an instant, I was furious and furious: "That's because I'm locked up by these damn shackles! If you dare to let go of me, maybe I'll beat you all over the place... No, maybe you can't even find your teeth." I don’t have a chance, so I’ll find your head.” I raised my eyebrows and deliberately provoked him, “But I don’t think you have the guts to let me go, do you? Romans are all cowards like this?”

"The mouth is quite powerful." It seemed that my aggressiveness amused him very much.He smiled quietly, with some white canine teeth showing from his red lips, "I can see you biting. I can let you go..." His voice was extremely low, "Why don't you bite me Try below...?"

With a burning look on my face, I cursed in my mother tongue: "Shameless savage!" I was so angry that I managed to gather some strength, raised my shoulder and gave him a sudden blow on the jaw, hoping that he would make me vicious. Dirty tongue bites off.

He was caught off guard by me, and he let go of the restraint.A line of blood oozes out along the line of his lips, he stares at me, stretches out his finger to wipe it away, his thin lips are still hooked, and the color is coquettish.

tbc

Gong Shou is the two people in the wedge >_> But um... It’s been seven years, and many things have happened. Gong Shou’s identity and background are not simple, and it will slowly unfold~

ps: Shou is a beauty, yes, Gong is a... super... super beauty, leave more messages and I will speed up wwwww

Chapter 8 [VII] Suspected Bewitched

Regarding Gong's current identity, there will be detailed notes later, so let me talk about 030 in advance

Gong is the deputy emperor of Rome, the [Regent] of Rome, who divides the country with the emperor (also known as Oscoudo, Supreme Emperor)

Originally, Rome should have two supreme emperors and two deputy emperors in this era (because the territory is too large, the four emperors ruled together, but they were all killed by the current supreme emperor, leaving Gongjun and a deputy emperor to assist him... um , of course he also wanted to kill Gong Jun

It doesn't matter if you don't understand the history of this era, it won't affect your reading of the article, and I will let you understand it step by step in the article!

I stared at him in a ready-to-attack posture to warn him not to try to provoke me.Although I'm exhausted, I'm just bluffing, hoping not to be seen by him.Thinking that spending twenty gold coins can surpass a Persian warrior, wanton teasing and insulting, I have to let him understand that this is a dream!

"It's better to keep your mouth clean. I'm a soldier, not a slave." I said a few words coldly.

"It's so vicious..." He leaned slightly, squinting his eyes and looking down at me, as if I was really a small animal.

This look made me very displeased. If I hadn't been chained and exhausted, I would have poached his eyeballs without hesitation.

"Your eyes...you are of mixed race. Pure Persians have black eyes." He looked at me, judging me as if to himself, "Your Latin is fluent, and you seem to have With a special accent?"

I snorted disdainfully and indifferently, not wanting to talk to him, and kept accumulating energy secretly, so as to counterattack him unexpectedly.This opportunity to escape cannot be easily given up.

I stared at him, wary of him suddenly attacking me because of my unruly attitude, and he really moved.

I immediately picked up the chain and jumped up, yanking it violently, intending to take advantage of his unpreparedness to tear the chain out of his hand, but unexpectedly, an unexpected force restrained me——he stood there motionless .

The other end of the stretched chain was fastened to the horse behind him.

The horse glanced sideways at me and snorted, as if to express its disdain for the strength of my pull.

Realizing that my chances of getting away were slim, I stared at the demon man stiffly.He walked up to me slowly, laughed, reached out and fiddled with the iron chain that was constantly dangling in mid-air, and even flicked it a few times mockingly.I was inappropriately attracted by his hand.

His hands are as pale as ice, so that the slightly curved veins on the back of his hands are an extremely cold blue color, his fingers are extremely slender and graceful, as if even if he is killing people and skinning them, they still make people feel elegant .I can't help but think of Flaviz's hand on the harp.In my memory, his hands and the pure white ivory piano body seemed to be one, and the strings trembled and sang the sounds of nature under his fluttering fingers.

Vaguely, I heard the soul-stirring sound of the piano again, and I lost my mind for a moment, forgetting where I was.

When I was in a trance, there seemed to be a damp wind blowing over the back of my neck. There was a faint heat in the coldness, and it slid all the way down the spine, as if the touch of Flaviz's hand made me trance.

"Being touched by me...does it make you intoxicated?" The deep voice filled the eardrums, and the cheeks were stained with damp heat.I trembled -- the hand of this demon man rested on my back at some point, which made me hallucinate, and mistakenly thought it was Flaviz's hand!

Really bewitched... Could this person know some kind of mind-controlling sorcery?

I broke away from his arm in amazement, but the neck ring tightened suddenly.A strange force pulled my neck back, and I was hit hard on the hollow of my leg. My knee bent forward instinctively, and I knelt on the ground, hitting his head head-on.

The trachea was strangled almost to rupture, I took a deep breath, and a strong musky smell broke into the nostrils.

Looking up, I realized that my face was against his crotch, even though it was separated by a cloak, it was enough to make me gag.Although I doubt whether this demon man has the following things, because he reminds me of the seductive eunuch Rayeel next to His Majesty the King.

Just when I clenched my fists and was about to give him the most heart-wrenching blow to a man, he took the first step and turned behind me.My back was heavily supported by his knees, and I was almost lying on the ground, unable to turn around and resist, and my shackled hands were twisted behind my back.

Accompanied by the rubbing sound of clothes being undone, there was another restraint besides the shackles on my wrist, and it even tied my waist together.I looked down and there was a thick, metal-plated leather belt—most likely his belt.

I immediately felt an indescribable shame.It's like being a slave with an exclusive mark.

"Get your dirty thing off of me!" I struggled a few times, raised my eyelids and stared at him viciously.

In the shadow of the cloak, his lips were stained with moist blood, as if he could show his fangs along with the lifelike dragon snake on the mask and bite my head in the next moment.

His fingers ran across my neck one by one, and the tail of his hair brushed my cheeks, causing a slight numbness: "You forced me not to treat you like this, you almost bit my tongue off."

I think so too.I was tempted to retort like that, but I held back.At this moment, my situation is completely like a turtle in a urn, there is no room for resistance, it is better not to provoke this guy anymore.

I had a hunch that he was a cruel man.And I was disturbed twice by him just now, probably because he carries evil power on his body.No matter who he was on the surface, he was probably a wizard or a priest in private.

When I was still training as a samurai in the Assassin’s Castle in the Azamote Valley, the teacher who taught me meditation skills warned me that these two types of people should be avoided by a samurai, no matter how superb the killing skills are, It is also difficult to compete with them.If you don't pay attention, you will be lost forever.

"You know you're afraid? You're really sensible." He pinched my chin and smiled. Something on his finger hurt my Adam's apple.I didn't move at all, I was grinding my teeth, I just wanted to bite his hand and swallow it into my stomach.As if aware of my malice, he moved his hand away, and finally his knee left my back.

I was able to straighten up, turn my head away from his claws, and catch a shiny object.He wore a snake-shaped ring on the thumb of his other hand, and a purple gemstone in the center was shining in the night, like the eyes of a monster watching its prey.

After just one glance, I felt dizzy for a while, and hurriedly withdrew my gaze.

The evil power on this demon man may have come from this ring.

I was dragged up from the ground by him holding the neck ring: "I can tell, you speak with a Greek accent. Have you stayed in Greece?"

A thorn pierced a nerve, and my heart skipped a beat.

The Greek past is my Achilles' heel.The restricted zone that is not allowed to be set foot was violated, and the anger spread to my heart like a poison. I gritted a few syllables through my teeth and spit out: "No."

"You're lying." He stared down at me, a pair of dark blue pupils flickering.

"I said, no." I repeated coldly.

"You have to learn to be honest with me." He lowered his voice, his tone full of threats, "I am your master, your owner."

One day I will make you pay for that statement.

I gritted my teeth, and simply kept my mouth shut, so as not to stimulate this guy's desire to conquer.My silence seemed to backfire as his hand slid down my chin and down my neck.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a section of his frighteningly white wrist leaking from the black cuff, like a golden snake winding slowly on my shoulder.My upper body was naked, and when I touched the callus on his palm, I got goosebumps all over my body.

"What are you doing!" I sternly yelled at him, twisting my body to escape, but was bound so tightly that I couldn't move.

As if to punish me for my silence just now, I was also answered by silence.He stared at me silently, and touched my chest presumptuously.There was a rough callus on his palm that touched my skin, as if being scratched by the scales of a snake, sparking a shivering spark, and I felt my nipples harden all of a sudden.

What does this guy do?

The shame made me panic immediately, and my heart beat like a drum.

"Listen... Your heart is beating so fast, are you telling me you're lying? But seriously, your skin is so smooth..." His lips were almost touching my earlobe, and his palms came out from the cold There was a burning sensation, and a finger stroked from the chest to the abdomen affectionately, trying to lift my crotch wrapping cloth.

For the first time since I became a prisoner of war, I truly experienced the fear of being controlled by others.

There is no one on this road, no matter what he wants to do to me outside this wilderness, no one can help, even if there is, he will not help a foreigner like me.

"Stop!" I yelled, trying to force out a sentence, my throat trembling, "My accent comes from my mother, she is Greek." As soon as I said that, I felt so humiliated that I gave in. Under his coercion, he revealed a bit of my life experience that I have never talked about with anyone.I have violated the dignity of being a samurai.

"Oh? No wonder it has green eyes. It turns out to be a mixed race." His hand finally stopped and did not move down.I breathed a sigh of relief as if relieved, but saw him staring at my eyes thoughtfully, the dark light in his eyes seemed to be confused, he seemed to be at a loss, I don't know what he thought of.

The next moment my body was held by his arms, and my whole body was easily picked up and thrown onto the horse's back.

I struggled a few times, but my waist was pulled back, and I sat on his lap all of a sudden, and was actually tightly clamped by his crotch, fixing my whole body in his arms.I didn't even sit still, and with a series of loud whiplashes, the fierce horse bumped up and down under me.

A sense of inertia caused my body to fall back, and my waist slammed into his chain armored body heavily, causing a dull, dull pain.In addition, the huge thing between his crotch was pressed on my lower back, rubbing against my tailbone with the ups and downs of the horse's body.

I felt extremely embarrassed in an instant——now I knew that this demonic man was definitely not a eunuch.

And that's definitely not good news.

tbc

Chapter 9 [VIII] Spark Furnace

I tensed my body and lay prone on the horse's back, avoiding any further contact with the thing behind my buttocks.

But the horse ran very fast, and the lump of hot meat hit my butt again and again, which made me feel unbearable.Helpless, my body is restrained at this time, and I have no other choice but to endure temporarily.

It's just a little unavoidable physical contact with the same sex.

I forced myself to think like this, pretending I didn't feel it, when the person behind me suddenly grabbed the rein and pressed down on the steep terrain, the whole body was pressed against my back without gaps, as if holding a horse Prey is crushed under the minions.

He even opened his lips slightly and let out rhythmic panting—although this panting sound was not abrupt during the ride, but combined with this posture, it created a rather obscene effect.

This guy did it on purpose.I clenched my fists and hit his chin with the back of my head unbearably.He groaned in pain, wrapped his arm around my neck punishingly, and pressed my head back on his shoulder with the other hand.Then there was a big ups and downs below me, and my whole buttocks almost sank into his crotch.

My waist was only wrapped with a layer of thin and tattered crotch panties, and I suddenly felt his thing slanting to the bottom of my leg, and with the violent bumps, it was almost like a copulation.

"Get the fuck out of me!" In shame and anger, I blurted out a curse in my mother tongue, feeling furious.

If this is in the Legion, if a person dares to offend me like this, I can leave him decapitated in the wilderness at night.

He remained silent as if nothing had happened, but his body pressed closer and closer.This brazen attitude made me want to take my breath away.He drove me over the highest mountain on a horse, and when he reached the top, he sprinted down, and the tension on his neck was released.

Feeling relieved, I shrank my body forward, raised my head, and found that the scene in front of me suddenly opened up.

The city stands on the hillside, and the wall made of huge stones surrounds the entire territory of the Roman Empire. The hills are full of the residences of nobles who yearn for the favor of God.The high and low circular vaults and towering minarets spread from the rolling hills to the bay. The magnificent palaces, majestic temples and grand squares are dotted in the sky like stars, shining brightly.

Among the stars, a huge golden city gate blooms with the most dazzling brilliance, like the rising sun, which is shocking and fascinating.

I suddenly realized what this place was.

I always thought that the place he was just now was the so-called center of the Roman Empire, but I didn't expect this huge city in front of me to be.I came to Constantinople, New Rome—

The mythical and indestructible land of stars and fire in the legend.

This is the most powerful country in the western world, and even if you don't want to admit it, the magnificence of this city is breathtaking.

There is no doubt that Rome does have the strength to compete with my home country Sasanian Persia.However, even if the Romans can be domineering in the west, they will never get any benefits in the east, occupying our Persian territory in Asia, just like a savage giant beast, as long as it stretches out its claws, it will be beaten and howled.This point has been vividly reflected by the tragic retreat of the Roman emperor Constantine on the Eastern battlefield.

Thinking of this, even if I am living in an enemy country at this time, I can't help but feel happy in my heart.

But when can I leave Rome and return to my hometown?

I opened my eyes wide, looked beyond the splendid golden sea wall of Constantine, and looked at the darkness behind the city. In the vast mist, a long black shadow loomed.

That is the Forsporus Strait that separates Europe and Asia.At the end of the pontoon bridge built by our Persian ancestor Darius when he invaded Europe centuries ago, a little further away is my mother country, Sasanian Persia.

I looked along the pontoon bridge, all the way into the depths of the fog, and a flood of mourning filled my heart.With my head raised, I took a deep breath, as if I could smell the smell of the land where I grew up through this pontoon bridge.

"Know where that bridge leads to, Persian Kid? You look sad." A malicious sarcasm dispelled my melancholy.

"I don't care about that, I only care about how you died before I left this ghost place." I replied in a nasty voice.

"Leave?" There was a mocking chuckle in my ear, and the heat of my breath harassed the back of my neck, making my scalp numb.I tried to break free from the hands tied behind my back, but he strangled my neck and couldn't move.He freed up one hand and played with the tag on my neck ring, "I spent a full twenty gold coins to buy you, which is more expensive than the price of this fine horse under my crotch I haven't ridden it enough, you want to escape? ixvi..." He clearly read the prisoner number on the nameplate that shamed me, "I haven't ridden you yet..."

"Shut up, dirty Roman dog!" I swore at being so obscenely humiliated.

"Wrong, it's the noble Roman, and your master, the little Persian cat."

This title made me feel like a stick in my throat again.

I couldn't bear it and broke out: "You warn you, don't call me that again, or you will pay for it!"

"Persia... small, wild, cat." He leaned close to my ear and repeated slowly and lowly, "What is the price?"

All of a sudden, this chilling word lingered in my mind.The blood rushed straight to my head, and I finally realized what it feels like to be furious.No one has ever made me so angry.If I can do it, I really want to jump up and chop off his head with a knife to use as a chamber pot.

But in fact, I couldn't do it at all-my hands were tied behind my back, I could only hold the chain tightly, and let his hand grab my chin.His cold mask was pressed against my cheek, and his mouth was extremely hot, as if it was half ice and half fire.Before I could react, I felt a pain in my earlobe, and I was bitten between my teeth by him, and a low and soft laugh penetrated into my eardrum.

I shivered suddenly, my whole body was stiff, my blood was coagulated——

I have no doubts that the demon who bought me is a complete pervert.

Moreover, he is very strong and can subdue me by force.

A sense of crisis filled my whole body, making me suddenly out of breath.Rome, perhaps, will become my new prison, just as I was once trapped in that hellish erotic cave in Athens, becoming a caged animal again.

Just when this terrible thought was filling his mind, he grabbed the rein of the horse tightly, hugged my waist tightly, and rushed towards the city of stars and fire like a hurricane.

At that time, I didn't know the predestined arrangement——

I don't know that this city is a melting pot waiting to burn me. I don't know that the shackles that lock me are like the threads on the loom of the goddess of fate in Greek mythology. They will bind my whole life to Persia, Rome, and this man. Together, never die.

Chapter 10 [IX] Pagan Demon King

The moment I stepped inside the huge golden gates of Constantinople, I felt as if I had been transported from the prison dungeon to another prison, only bigger and more impregnable.

The city is bustling, noisy and brightly lit.

The stage along the road was performing an exaggerated Greek comedy, Aristophanes' famous "The Birds" 1, which I often saw in Athens when I was a child.They wear white masks, unable to see the emotions underneath.Old memories flashed in my mind, and my eyes were unconsciously drawn to the actors on the stage, and those people seemed to be looking sideways at me.

In a trance, I was the actor, and the funniest buffoon, performing in chains on this exotic stage that didn't belong to me.

Fortunately, the night was dark and I didn't have to be exposed to the sky anymore.

Pedestrians of all kinds flowed around, some young people dressed as aristocrats ran wild in the street, and the civilians who were chased and bullied screamed and fled, fearing that they would be trampled by horses.More people choose to turn a blind eye, as if they have long been accustomed to the nobles' games.The slaves walked silently on the side of the road, like a group of blind cattle and sheep.

The streets of the Roman Empire at night were chaotic, but there seemed to be a faint order, as if half were hunting grounds and half were urban areas.When I came to this western empire for the first time, I couldn't help being quite surprised by such a scene.Persian nights are mostly silent, because at night there is fasting.

Except for specific festivals, there may not be such a bustle and bustle during the few days when the new king succeeds to the throne, especially in the capital, the only place that is brightly lit in the middle of the night is the unreachable top of Taixifeng's palace.

Unable to restrain my curiosity, I looked around at the street scene in Rome, my eyes wandering between the lights.

What is passing through is a vast square, tall white colonnades stand on both sides of the street, and on the right side is a magnificent building with a fountain gushing out water continuously, and the water spouts like stars in the night. The reflection of the three unknown nude gods in the center is very dazzling.A lot of civilians gathered in the fountain, bowing down to worship the pool.

To be honest, I can't understand that the Romans loved to build statues of gods naked and put them on the street majestically. Don't you think it's blasphemy?In Persia, no artisan would dare to do this, it is a capital offense of disrespect.

Just as I was thinking this way, I inevitably walked to this blasphemous fountain.People raised their heads and stared at us in unison.

I noticed the awe and admiration in people's eyes, and they automatically avoided to both sides, giving way to a narrow road for us to pass.This is obviously not because of me, but this mysterious man behind me.I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, does this person have any special status and identity in Rome?What role did I mess with that I shouldn't have messed with?I hope this man is not a royal nobleman of the Roman Empire, otherwise my wish to regain my freedom will become even more difficult.

"Hide in my arms, don't let them see you." The man's low voice suddenly sounded in my ears, and I was not allowed to struggle, so I covered half of my body in the cloak and wrapped it around my arms.His body was even closer to mine, and the thing that had been harassing me on the horse was squeezed under my buttocks impartially.

I hit his chest hard with my back, and I was able to move a little away.

At this time, a series of horseshoe sounds came from far to near in front of us.

Coming towards us is a column of Roman troops.Headed by a senior general in a crimson battle robe, the vertical cockscomb hat on his head is domineering.Behind him was a centurion in blue robes, and the double-headed eagle banner in his hand was shining brightly, making my eyes ache.They were obviously triumphant on the battlefield just now, and toured the city with the glory of victory.

The night of the bloody battle with the Roman legions at Nasabine a few years ago came to mind again.I was away from Persia from that night, and I was reduced from a warrior who shouldered the heavy responsibility of protecting the king to a slave of Rome.

I hate these barbaric Romans.I lowered my head, grabbed the hem of the man's black cloak, and hid myself under it.

The head of the cavalry drove the horses slowly approaching, and the sound of hoofbeats stopped only a few steps away from us.I couldn't help casting my gaze over there, and saw the soldiers in the cavalry take off their helmets one after another, while the tall officer at the head remained motionless, as if he was about to go on the battlefield to kill the enemy. The light of cruelty.

He stood in front of us like two armies fighting each other.

The noisy crowd suddenly quieted down.The sudden killing aura is like a barrier, so thick that a knife can be inserted into it, and even the air cannot pass through it.Such a formation means that the visitor is hostile, and I vaguely smell a trace of gunpowder.

***

"Isn't this our respected Vice-Emperor Yuriyans? What wind brought you here from Gaul?" A majestic voice sounded from the helmet of the man opposite.The cavalry commander, who had just won a big victory in the Sally Frankish territory, raised his head provocatively and stared at the iron mask with hatred.

An exile who was supposed to be a dead man has now become his strongest rival for the throne. How can he not hide his anger when they meet on a narrow road at this time?

Incredible.

After returning from Athens, Julyans was completely different from the silent and forbearing young saint in the past, as if he had really been reborn in the fire that burned down the temple.And, from the day the sick man accepted the purple robe of Caesar, which was like mourning, he seemed to have the favor of God.

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