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When we heard that he would also be angry, my mother and I felt a little relieved. "

She sighed faintly, turned her head, and looked at Nero with a strange look.

"Because this kind of master is like a human being, he will be angry, hurt, and like..."

"Although the person I like is not me, at least I feel the truth from him, which makes me feel that I still have a little chance."

After finishing speaking, Anya pursed her lips and smiled: "It will never be the same as before, feeling that there is no chance in this life."

Looking at the girl's smile, Nero suddenly felt inexplicably sad.

"Hey, hey, don't cry." She called.

Anya wiped her eyes with her hands, and there was always a smile on her exposed mouth.

"No, I didn't cry."

Chapter 144 Chapter 140 Three Thief, Liar, Tomb Robber and Saint

In the lush mountains, a hidden team is marching.

"79, eighty...a total of eighty people."

Maerda swayed on the horse, pointing and pointing: "There are only Bailai who came and disembarked, and almost most of them were sent to Winchester. Is that city really that dangerous?"

Romagno crossed his legs and rode to catch up. He explained attentively: "Have you heard of the British rebellion about a year ago? Queen Boudica couldn't stand the oppression, so she gathered all the tribes,

Not only burned Colchester, robbed the city of London, and finally occupied Winchester.

That's the city we're going to now. "

"Really?" Martha's eyes lit up.

If the tribe on this small island can also become independent, does it mean that their own hometown can also follow this path?

In this way, the Jews would not have to live under the cruel rule of Rome.

"Um, that's right, so we are now equivalent to spies sent to the enemy camp,"

Romanio scratched his head and grinned: "But don't worry Miss Martha, I will protect you!"

"People who come up to team up with me are not qualified to say such things!" A cold voice came.

The two turned their heads.

"Miss Aya!" Martha was pleasantly surprised.

The golden retriever looked the woman up and down, and could not help but whistle.

To be honest, the black-skinned girl is indeed a beauty, and her dark complexion has a special charm, but people often notice her wonderful figure first compared to her face.

For example, she is riding a horse at this moment, with curvaceous curves, proud long legs, slender waist and straight, slightly shaking, people can't help but imagine her riding something else.

"Look at me with that look again, and I'll dig out your eyeballs and stuff them in your asshole!" Aya gave Romagno a sideways look.

The golden retriever faltered, and backed away with a smile.

"Everyone, be kind, be kind." The middle-aged man followed behind on a pony, trying to persuade him.

"Yes, when we enter the city, we still need to support each other." Maerda said.

"No, once you enter the city, you stay in the tavern, and I'll do the rest." Aya shook her head.

Martha refused to accept, and squeezed her fist: "Don't look at me like this, I'm very strong."

"Don't, don't hinder me, it's the biggest help."

Aya snorted coldly: "I just want to end all this quickly and be free."

"I'm not in a hurry, I still want to go to the city to stay for a while, can I catch a good rich woman?"

Romanio shrugged his shoulders with a frivolous expression: "I heard that Queen Boudica is still a great beauty. I don't know if it's true."

The thin middle-aged man with a weak sense of presence also wanted to intervene in the topic. He raised his hand and his voice was very low.

"I, I want to see Stonehenge..."

"what?"

Romanio raised his eyebrows: "What's so interesting about a pile of broken stones?"

The middle-aged man smiled shyly: "As entrusted by Miss Aya, I saw the pyramids when I was in Egypt, and I was fascinated by these miracles that existed for thousands of years."

Romanio complained: "Oh no, you are going to rob the tomb, you are definitely going to dig the grave of the pharaoh!"

The middle-aged man shrank his head embarrassedly and shrugged.

"So what did Miss Aya ask Mr. Marcus to look for?" Martha asked with her head tilted.

"Ah, it's an ancient organization..."

Marcus was a little happy about the fact that the pretty little girl could call his own name.

What cheap joy...

Aya stopped him: "Hey, I just asked you to find something, I didn't ask you to tell others everywhere!"

"So, Mr. Marcus has seen many miracles like the pyramids?" Martha continued to ask.

Marcus smiled: "Ah, not too much..."

Da da da, the pony chased after him.

Romanio leaned forward: "Why do you ask this, little Martha, you also want him to help you steal the tomb?"

Aya raised her eyebrows and slowed down a little, planning to dive in and eavesdrop.

"Well, actually, I left my hometown because the church sent me to find something."

Martha smiled: "I started from Judea and traveled to many places, Egypt, Carthage, Rome... I haven't found it yet."

The desire to show off in front of a beautiful girl made Marcus ask aloud, "What are you looking for?"

Martha hesitated: "Do you know Tarascon, Mr. Marcus?"

"Tarascon?"

The three adults were taken aback by the name.

The three exchanged glances with each other and shook their heads at the same time.

Martha said a little sadly, "Is that so?" She raised her head, took a deep breath, and smiled self-encouragingly.

"But it doesn't matter, I will continue to look for it!"

This simplicity, this enthusiasm, is so clean that people are frightened...

"By the way, you just said the church?" Aya frowned.

Romagno explained: "Christ, you can tell from the cross staff and necklace of little Martha that it is a fairly large religion in the East, born out of Judaism."

"I've never heard of it." Aya shook her head.

"Because the empire has never recognized this sect." Marcus said in a deep voice.

"Ah, it's not even as simple as not admitting it,"

Romagno also sighed: "A few years ago, the emperor even ordered all Christians to be expelled from the city of Rome."

Martha lowered her head.

"Why!" Aya was annoyed.

"Because, this is Rome," Marcus said.

Romanio nodded: "A religion that can confuse thousands of people, but at the same time does not recognize the emperor, will of course be suppressed."

Everyone was silent for a long time.

"So, what you are looking for can save your current situation?" Aya asked tentatively, frowning.

"Miss Aya!" Marcus reminded her that the question was private.

Romanio was also a little curious and listened silently.

"right,"

Martha nodded calmly: "When I was in the church, I saw a miracle and was inspired, so I was sent by the bishop to find clues."

"Let your little girl go so far, is there no adult among Christians!" Aiya raised her eyebrows, very dissatisfied.

"No, this is something only I can do."

Mierda said softly: "Because I am a saint, and in the prophecy, I am an indispensable part."

"Saint?" Romagno felt that the word poked his XP inexplicably, more than the black-skinned female assassin.

"Tarascon's words may be a personal name, or it may be a place name." Marcus tried to analyze the only clue.

Aya was straightforward: "So, tell us what you are looking for, and when this time is over, we will help you find it!"

"Hey, hey, what do you mean us, don't take me with you!" Romagno retorted subconsciously.

Marcus raised his hand weakly: "I, I will help too."

Martha was a little moved, looked at everyone: "But..."

"Don't be, I'm just not happy with Rome!"

Aya waved her hand, and turned her head arrogantly: "So as long as it is something that can cause headaches for the Romans, I will support it!"

"That's right, but I still have to say thank you." Maerda smiled.

"No thanks no thanks,"

Romagno came up to her with a playful smile: "So tell me, little Martha, what are you looking for?"

half an hour.

Martha hesitated for a long time, and finally made a decision, looking at the three of them solemnly.

"I want to find the Holy Grail, so that I can summon the savior and save us!"

The three squinted their eyes at the same time, showing the expressions of "I heard it wrong".