Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

Martha smiled: "Paul the Christian, the letter written in your prison in Rome was finally sent to my teacher."

"Is that so..."

A little embarrassed, the official touched the tip of his nose: "I think he is a good father."

Martha tilted her head and smiled: "You too."

It's like the light piercing through the thick cloud, with a bit of holiness, and sprinkled to the world.

In the dark and damp prison, it seemed that there was more warmth and light.

The official was stunned for a long time, then stared blankly at the girl's smiling face.

It wasn't until someone called him that he came back to his senses.

"Hey, hurry up, there are people waiting behind."

"oh oh."

The official quickly lowered his head and began to record, but when he finally signed his name, he stopped the pen.

Like a flash of inspiration, he suddenly raised his head: "By the way, Martha...Miss."

"Huh?" Martha looked at him.

The official organized the language: "Actually, we received an appointment letter a few days ago, which is about recruiting a group of people to form a special team."

"Special team?"

"Yes, they need some people with special skills to participate in the work. If they perform well, not only can the crime be offset, but they can even be rewarded." The official said, leaning over to rummage through the documents.

Piles of wax panels and paper were carried out and placed on the ground.

"But this kind of work, should many people go?"

"No, not much. On the one hand, our side didn't take it seriously, and on the other hand, no one wanted to go to the place he said,"

The official finally found the document and slapped it on the table: "It's far away and evil, and now there's even a war there."

Martha looked down at the contents, her blue hair drooping, her brows slightly frowned.

"But I think for a young boy like you, it's better to be a serf for life than to accept the sentence."

The official looked directly into the girl's eyes: "It's better to gamble on the future!"

Martha pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment: "Two questions... one is why you helped me,"

She paused: "Second, where am I going?"

"I just want to answer your second question, if you accept this agreement, then your next destination will not be a farm workshop or mine in Gaul.

But Britannia, London! "

"So, what are your options?" the official said.

Latin with a crappy accent echoed in his ears like a loud bell.

There are always moments in life where choices about the future will come, and that choice often determines the rest of your life.

And a devout Christian born in a village in Canaan, the saint Martha of the church, feels that she is facing such a choice at this moment.

She was a little dazed, holding the cross in her hand tightly, and began to mutter to herself.

"So... are you guiding me?"

(2)

Chapter 119 Chapter 110 Eight Literary youths are the most annoying

The mist rises early in the morning, casting a veil over the bright sky.

The pony was carrying a heavy luggage, rattling forward, and Nero moved his butt frequently, trying to sit more comfortably.

Neos had already added several layers of cushions for her, but it was still not enough for the long journey.

At the beginning of the trip, I was quite satisfied. Everyone happily told stories and sang songs, and the exciting communication was only temporarily interrupted during meals.

And Nios knew that if he was present, everyone would be more or less cautious, so he simply speeded up and left the team.

Only Fei and Nero followed closely, and the rest were behind. They breathed a sigh of relief after watching the military division walk away.

At this time, Nero still felt that the journey was not so bad.

The pony beneath her was born from the large horse Neos rode, so she followed closely without being urged.

This gave Nero the opportunity to enjoy the scenery along the way.

When walking on Whitling Avenue, there are large green grass on both sides, the road is flat, the sky is high and the clouds are shallow.There will be several inns on the way, and occasionally you will meet merchants and farmers on their way.

Nios often stops nearby, feeds the horses, and waits for the team behind.

And Nero would also take the opportunity to greedily look at this man, take a look, look again, and then look away the moment he turned his head, pretending to be looking elsewhere.

After getting on the horse, he hung silently behind him, neither far nor near, so that he could look at his back wantonly.

After realizing that this guy seemed to be ignoring him, Nero would hum a song in standard Latin again, trying to attract his attention in this way.

It's just a pity that he doesn't seem to pay much attention to himself...

After they went far away from the place where humans lived and went deep into the wild, Nero had no desire to sing.

The road conditions are getting worse, the bumps are getting bigger and bigger, the grass is gradually disappearing, and the dense forest is gradually surrounding the team.

When I looked up, I could only see the eerie hills stretching into the sky.

The weather is also slowly getting wet and cold.

"Hey, Golden Retriever, why don't you sing?" The hooded girl said gloatingly.

"Call someone by name, brat!" Nero turned his head and glared, not to be outdone.

"You didn't bark, golden retriever cow!" The girl stared fiercely at this guy's chest, full of resentment.

Older than that, she has only seen Queen Boudica...

So adults like this type?

"Oh, I don't have the same knowledge as you, and you don't understand anything."

Aware of the other party's gaze, Nero puffed out his chest proudly: "Read more books in the future, after all, how can the content of what Yu chanted and sang be summed up in just 'songs'?"

"Ha, it's just singing, who can't, bastard Golden Retriever!"

"No, no, it's completely different."

Nero slightly raised his chin, and glanced vaguely at the back of the man in front of him: "'Songs' are exclusive to the common people, they are vulgar things, and what Yu sings can be 'epic', it is art."

As soon as the words fell, the figure in front seemed to move, and the pace of the pack horse slowed down.

Hooked and finally got his attention!

Nero secretly delighted.

Fei was a little timid, but still maintained her toughness: "Art, art or something, it's just for your own entertainment..."

"Ha, ridiculous!"

Nero shook his head, with a proud expression on his face: "Yu Ke studied under the most famous lyre master in Rome, Teppler, and received the most rigorous training since he was a child!

Whether statues, paintings, stage performances or poetry, Yu is proficient in them all.

And I am also the youngest best singer in the art competition in Rome! "

"Yes, what's so great..." Faye's voice weakened.

"Ha, it's really nothing special."

Nero smiled frivolously: "It's just that I haven't been able to find a comparable opponent. For example, you don't know the metaphor of the political struggle of the Senate during the Roman Republic in the famous poem "Hercules the Mad"... ...."

Fei: "?"

The girl was dumbfounded, and silently retreated to the back without speaking.

But Nero no longer cared about this chick who could only fight, and now all her attention was on the man in front of her.

The silver-haired man was getting closer and closer to them, and even faintly wanted to turn his head away.

Nero was a little excited.

Yes, yes, be attracted by Yu's singing voice, Yu's talent, and Yu's posture!

"Come on, girl." A clear voice sounded.

Nios didn't know when he started walking side by side with Nero, and turned his head and called out.

The girl raised her head, smiled like a flower, and hurriedly followed closely.

Then when Nero looked over, he cast a fierce look and stuck out his tongue.

Slightly!

Nero froze.

"That... Lucius?"

"Huh?" Nero turned his head suddenly, with a look of surprise.

Nios swayed, and said leisurely: "About what you just said, is it your own argument, or the author's argument?"

"Huh?" Nero was stunned.

Nios didn't look at her, and smiled slightly: "If it's your argument, of course I wouldn't be surprised, after all, I'm a new student."

"I, I don't... Yu..." Nero panicked, subconsciously trying to defend himself.

Neos interrupted her and said, "I can hear you have just finished reading Varius's "God" and Horace's "Criticism", and maybe you have read a little bit of Virgil. "Pastoral", but it doesn't seem to be in-depth..."

Nero's brain stopped thinking for an instant, and he looked at the silver-haired man talking with some stupidity.

Neos turned his head and raised his eyebrows at her: "Because if you combine Ovid's "Metamorphosis" after reading it, you won't say what you just said, but instead talk about the culture of the Greek region The impact and erosion of Roman civilization. And that goes on until you read Plato and start thinking about utopia’s impact on Roman military mobilization and economic policy.”

Nero: "..."