Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 130 Slice of History

The Lighthouse of Alexandria was at the end of the breakwater, a few hundred meters from the city.There is no such thing as a shuttle bus here, so I can only walk there by myself.

The Romans were not very good at creating elegant landscapes.But this breakwater stands in the sea, facing the waves on both sides.Unobstructed by mountains or buildings, the huge moon is unobstructed.The spectacle of magic is straight ahead, framed by a bright silver sky and sea.

But on the breakwater, Shangluo's attention has not yet focused on the surrounding scenery.He is still relishing the taste of "EITR".

EITR tastes like water, but cold.The mask atomized the EITR medicine into water vapor and inhaled it. After just one breath, he was as cold as falling into an ice cave.Not a physical cold, but a cold of being alone, of drifting out of this world.It's like looking down on the earth from space. The earth is just floating in the endless deep space without any support, and it seems that it will float away if you are not careful.

"Still cold?" Titus, who was walking in front of him, saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time, and guessed something, "It's the same when we inhaled the EITR medicine for the first time, and it's six times synaesthesia, but don't worry, it's just psychological. Your body temperature has not dropped. The close-fitting diving suit is also warm, and you will warm up in a while."

"Do you do this every time?"

"It may not be there, but it may not disappear. The psychological cold needs to adapt, and the best way to keep warm is to communicate-look, is it still cold now?"

"Huh?" He hasn't noticed it yet, but it's really not cold now.

"Because the lighthouse is behind you and the city is in front of you, you are not alone. So this coldness will soon disappear. The real terrible cold is when you are plunged into the dark night without light, which is no matter what. The chill that cannot be dispelled. Well, you will not face this kind of thing. Even if it is the king of the forest, it will not give people a cold feeling. So you can rest assured. Well, wait a minute, we have to go through the security check."

He looked behind: "Don't talk for now, check the badge you wear, and you have to go through the security check."

At the end of the breakwater is a checkpoint.A wooden lashing fence and horse repelling barred the road, and a detachment of Roman legionaries stood behind it.

Looks like real Roman legionnaires.Wearing a combination of mail and lath, the centurion at the head wore a horsehair-like helmet, while the others carried shields and spears.

The centurion raised his hand and asked in classical Latin: "Stop. Who is it?"

"Io Triumphe! Everyone is wearing it. Please check it." Titus pointed to the golden triangle on his left chest.

"Io Triumphe." The centurion responded with a military salute.In his view, Titus was as much a member of the Roman army as he was.

The centurion looked at the people behind, and his eyes also stayed on Shang Luo - when the eyes met, he could vaguely see the glimmer of light beating in the centurion's eyes like lights.

"No problem, let's go." The centurion ordered the horse to be moved away, and also let the legionnaires behind get out of the way.

Titus took away first, then Shangluo.

"Wait." The centurion shouted, "Are these people from the Silk Country?"

"Yes, they come here from the country that weaves silk. It is a vast territory and a large population. The laws are strict and righteous. Everyone lives in peace and there will never be war. Everyone's eyes are full of brilliance. justice, the country of Seres where everyone can live to be 200 years old."

"Oh, welcome to Alexandria, my friend." The centurion bowed his head slightly and smiled.

Shangluo doesn't understand Latin very well, but friendship doesn't need to be expressed through words.He also nodded to the centurion, and the group just passed by.

"That was?" he asked Titus. "Those were Romans?"

"Well, yes, the Romans, but they were the Romans of the past. When building Alexandria, we looked for slices of history that we needed, so we brought them here. You can think of them as jade The ticket gates of the Beijing subway."

"what?"

"Well, it's the ticket gate. Although it's strange to say that our ancestors are like this, they actually assumed such a role. They cut it according to their needs. For example, they would show friendship to Cathay. Because from the classical era, We have longed to establish contact with the countries on the other side of the Silk Road—although we only wanted to buy silk and learn about a stable monarchy at the time, we didn’t think about what happened later. So this gate will only let you pass, not Let go of any barbarians. As for me."

He pointed to himself: "I am a Roman myself, and I can pass without identification. I gave him a military salute, and he responded with a military salute, which means that he knows that I am a soldier of the Roman Legion."

"Do they have self-awareness?"

"Unfortunately, they don't." Titus shook his head. "They are just a collection of experiences, and they can no longer generate new experiences. It's like a machine that has already been made, a painting that has been completed, a painting that has been completed. Good photos. Well, you can see them as photos. He is a perfect replica of the Roman of the year, but he is not himself after all. You can still see many similar things in the front. Um like that side."

He pointed to a barbecue shop next to him: "This shop is all about slices. We moved it from Alexandria in that era. It's not so much a storefront as it is."

"Vending machine?"

"Ah, yes, it's the same as the vending machines that can be seen everywhere on the streets of Yujing. The vending machines in Rome have grown up like this, and the principle is similar. There are pre-set behavioral logics in it, and then they are replenished regularly. Goods, you put coins into it, and it will give you the goods. Probably the only difference is the shape, because after all, it is a 'photo' of our ancestors, and we still have to maintain the minimum respect. Just like I was walking towards the sentry just now It’s like a military salute, you wouldn’t salute at the ticket gate, would you?”

"No, but caring for public property is the same."

"Well, it's fine like this." Titus nodded, "Be respectful, but also keep some distance. After all, these photos will not generate new experiences, so just don't put too much emotion into them, When we arrived, that was the ice cream stand. It was a very famous cold drink shop in Damascus in the 3rd century. We photographed it and printed many copies. There are more than a dozen in this city, and they are very popular. Take your drachmas and put Just give him the silver coins and he'll give you the ice cream. It's as easy as a vending machine."

(End of this chapter)