Rome must fall.

Chapter 351 Acquaintance
"Of course." The person in charge said jokingly with a smile: You have come to my place several times, and you are still so polite. If you do this again next time, I will not hand over the work to you again. "

The messenger replied: "Sir, don't you want to send them all away as soon as possible, so that you can have a much easier time here?"

The person in charge laughed and said, "Next time you come, I will treat you to a good meal. It's a deal!"

"Thank you, sir!" The messenger did not refuse.

After the messenger and the slaves left, the clerk said to the person in charge, "Sir, this man is just a candidate who joined the tribe last year. He has only been a formal member of the management department for a few months. He is only responsible for running errands every day. You are of a higher rank than him, and you are an elder in the tribe. There is no need to be so polite to him."

The person in charge glanced at him and said lightly: "This person is not bad, you will understand later."

More than good... In the opinion of the person in charge: the tribe now has a population of more than 100,000, of which Segestica people account for more than one-third, but there are very few officials from Segestica in the tribe. Although this envoy has a low official rank, he is said to be the first Segestica person to take the initiative to join the tribe. He has a certain prestige among the Segestica people, and he can endure hardships and work hard. In the future, he is likely to be reused by the tribe and become a role model for Segestica people in the tribe. There is definitely no harm in making friends with him!

The Nix tribe had been established for two years, and this year Maximus had implemented official grades and established salary levels. A few of the Nix people who had originally fought just to fill their stomachs and gain freedom had already shown a desire to be promoted to higher ranks, and had begun to deliberately ponder officialdom. The person in charge was one of them.

The prisoners followed their usual practice of going to the construction site, forming two columns and walking on the dirt road beside the avenue.

The messenger walked at the front of the team, while the thirty soldiers sent by Snowtia to "escort the prisoners" followed at the end.

After leaving the Snowtia village for some distance, a captive following the messenger couldn't help but whispered, "Excuse me... are you... Uncle Selysis?"

The messenger turned around, a smile appeared on his originally serious face: "It's me."

"It's really you, Uncle Celisses! You've changed a lot. I didn't dare to recognize you in the square just now!" the prisoner shouted excitedly.

"You've changed a lot, Tilissis. I recognized you in the square, but it's not convenient for me to recognize you in that situation." Tilissis apologized and explained a few words, then pointed to his left hand and asked with concern: "What's wrong with your hand?"

The captive named Tirisis subconsciously retracted his left hand, then stretched it out again. Several scars on the back of his left hand were clearly visible, and his five fingers were bent like chicken claws, unable to stretch freely...

"When I was digging iron ore in the Aldei tribe, a rock fell and hit my hand... Then it became like this. The doctor here examined me several times and said that the tendons in my hand were broken and it could not be healed... Fortunately, my hand was not broken. At least now I can use my right hand to hold things..." Tirisis said in a low voice with a bitter smile on his lips.

"You've suffered a lot in the past two years!" Celithis said in a low voice with an exceptionally gentle look in his eyes.

"Hey..." Tilissis shook his head vigorously, as if he wanted to put all the sufferings of the past behind him, and then asked anxiously: "Uncle Tilissis, my wife! And my two children! How are they now?! Are they doing well?!"

"They are all living well!" Selisis' voice rose: "They still live in the original village, but the tribe has given you a new home. The new home is much bigger than your original small house, and it is more than enough for your family of six!

The tribe also allocated 50 mu of land to your family, not far from the west entrance of the village, which was divided from your former clan leader's family. You should know that it is all good land! Your wife planted wheat seedlings in the field. I went to see it and it is growing very well. There will definitely be a good harvest when the time comes!
And your father used to have a cough, but the doctor sent by the tribe cured him, and he is now more energetic than before... Your family is living a much better life now than when you were in the Segestica tribe. The only shortcoming is that you don't have a pillar of support, and you lack strong labor. When you were farming before, the village chief organized other villagers to help your family. Now that you are home, everything is fine!"

Although Tilissis had always hoped that his family was safe, he couldn't believe his ears after hearing what Selissis said. He asked anxiously, "Uncle Selissis, is everything you said true?"

"We were all members of the same tribe. Why would I lie to you? You will know everything when you return home." Selisis said seriously, "By the way, you should thank your wife. When the Nix people first entered our village, everyone was a little scared. Your wife was the first to stand up and bravely ask the Nix people whether you were still alive after not returning from the expedition. If you were still alive, she begged the Nix people to release you. She promised to let you join the Nix tribe...

Later, the tribal leaders decided to collect the names of prisoners of war who wanted to be released from the people in each village, and then sent people with the names to the Ardi tribe to exchange for you..." The words of Selysis lingered in Tirisis's ears. He looked a little dazed, but his heart was fluctuating rapidly: the army suffered a disastrous defeat, he was captured, and was given to the Ardi people like cattle and sheep, and was abused and finally became disabled. Later, he was taken back to the banks of the Kupa River by the Nixes, and learned that his tribe was destroyed by the Nixes... Although the suffering of more than two years has taught him to submit, his resentment is deeply buried in his heart. Even though he has heard the Nixes officials who led the team talk about the various gratifying changes in the family life of the Segestica people on the Sava River many times, he did not believe it because he was resentful. But when these words came from the mouth of Selysis, whom he was familiar with and respected, his mood became extremely complicated: the disasters he suffered were all caused by the Nixes, but his family was treated well by the Nixes...

He felt confused for a moment, but the whole team was in an uproar.

"Uncle Selysis, the tribe I belong to is not far to the east of yours. The leader is called Miltides. Do you know how they are doing now?"

"Uncle Selysis, my father's name is Magrath. He was your comrade-in-arms when he was young. You have always been in contact. Do you know what my family's situation is like now?"

"Uncle Selysis, my sister married into your tribe. Her name is Sadena. Have you ever heard her tell me about my family's situation?"

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For a moment, many people rushed towards Celisis, vying with each other to ask questions, and the whole team became a little chaotic.

Seeing this, the soldiers immediately rushed up from behind and dragged them hard, trying to get these people back to their positions and restore the formation.

"Stop making noise! ​​Listen to me carefully!" Serisis had no choice but to shout loudly: "You all should walk carefully now. When we rest at night, I will tell you in detail about the changes in your hometown and answer all your questions, okay!"

After his repeated shouting, the team finally restored order.

"The captains of each team must take responsibility and manage your members. If I see someone disobeying orders or not walking properly, his team will not be allowed to attend the party with you tonight!" Celisses threatened loudly again.

A large amount of labor was mobilized to build the road. In order to avoid chaos and improve efficiency, the tribe implemented militarized management, with squads and centuries, and of course team officers. Through such training, these captives from Aldei began to initially adapt to the lifestyle of Nyx people.

Under the warning and reminder of Celisis, the captives instinctively resumed their work during the road construction, and because they were eager to know the current situation at home, the marching speed of the entire team was constantly accelerating.

On the way, they saw several sections of road that had not yet been fully completed. The busy laborers looked at them with envy, and even compatriots in similar situations shouted that they hoped they could bring their greetings to their families.

Before the sun set, they arrived at the "camp" next to the city of Todlido.

In fact, this place is no longer called a "camp". At the end of last year, under the repeated suggestions of the commercial officer Pigris, the Council of State finally issued a decree to transfer a small number of prisoners from Todlido and lead the engineers of the Ministry of Works to renovate the camp. They filled the trenches, pulled out the earth walls, demolished many tents, and built several long wooden houses suitable for multiple people to live in...

Today, the area of ​​this campsite, which is a mixture of tents and wooden houses, has been greatly reduced, and it has been officially named "Nix House Hotel", but Minas is still the person in charge.

Celisis had been here several times and was acquainted with Mainas. After handing the documents signed by the head of the Snowtia Foreign Auxiliary Citizens Management Office to Mainas for inspection, he was then responsible for arranging food and accommodation for everyone.

At dusk, Celisses gathered everyone to fulfill his previous promise.

The next morning, the team left the hotel and continued along the river bank. Not long after, they were surprised to find that the original floating bridge on the Kupa River had turned into a real wooden bridge, and there was a pier not far from the bridgehead on the other side of the river. Not only were there some boats moored, but there was also a relatively large camp on the shore.

(End of this chapter)