Chapter 32 Plan
◎A few minutes later, a luminous white kitten poked its head out from behind a tree and quietly disappeared into the bushes.◎
As the first rays of morning light appeared on the horizon, the grass piles on the hillside moved, and many people rolled out.
They were basically young war slaves and minor nobles who had little experience in difficult battles.
Fortunately, young people are always relatively obedient. After waking up, they did not dare to make any noise to alert any possible scouts. Instead, they moved their bodies carefully and shared the shriveled wheat cakes.
Thanks to the wealthy heiress Melia, each team was given some cheese to spread on the dough - maybe it would be the last meal, so there was nothing to be reluctant about.
Looking at his careless team members, Adjutant Clauto frowned, pushed the cheese and wheat cake in his hand to his colleague, patted the weeds he used as cover, and walked towards the commander.
Although I couldn't think of any other solution, after the emotions stirred up by last night's words cooled, doubts began to stir again:
Even if Melia could successfully ignite the enemy's food supplies and there were enough potions in the cart, how would they get close enough for the potions to take effect?
Pasha, he stepped across the grass and was faced with a whole row of carts and soldiers busy at work.
These soldiers were likely slaves; their fighting ability was unreliable, and they couldn't even wield their weapons properly. Yet, instead of training them to form formations, their commander seemed to be covering their armor with linen and fur to train them to run.
Improved defense against arrows? Having these slaves run and draw fire wouldn't be a bad idea. But wearing such thick clothing would actually make them slower, making it harder to break through.
Out of curiosity, Klauto quickened his pace and soon saw the commander in the center of the crowd.
If he had seen Melia a month ago, he would have cursed her inwardly and quickly gone back to wash his hands. But now, he couldn't wait any longer: "Ms. Melia!"
He dared to raise his voice slightly when he got closer: "Have you figured out how to get close to so many enemies?"
"Hahaha, huh?" Melia looked away from the carriage: "Of course~ Wait a minute."
What are you waiting for? Clauto controlled his temper and stood beside the commander, observing the carriage together.
This carriage was not the food cart prepared by the palace guards, it must have belonged to Muala's family.
It is huge and slender, with wooden boards raised on all sides and painted with gold. It can easily carry several nobles and take them on picnics and banquets.
It is really a luxury to use such a vehicle to load food and fodder.
However, Claudius had seen countless wealthy people near the palace. In order to prove their strength, some of them would wash the ground with fine wine for seven consecutive days, causing a group of drunkards to lie down and lick the floor with their tongues.
Compared to these, he cared more about what was special about this car: Could it be that the commander had hidden the legendary magic weapon inside that could directly destroy the enemy's formation?
Click, the door opened.
A faint sweet fragrance emanated from the crack in the door, instantly blinding Clauto. It was as if countless soft, colorful rays of light caressed his cheeks, making it impossible for him to discern the figure in the mist.
"Miss Melia..." He forced himself to cheer up, swung one hand into the mist, and slammed it onto the cold, hard wooden board with a bang.
The pain was fleeting, and his mind suddenly became clearer. Klauto wanted to raise his voice to warn, but the handle of the knife hit the back of his hand lightly.
"Calm down, it's just an experiment. I'll close the door now~"
With a crisp closing sound, the sweet fragrance disappeared.
Klauto finally saw the scene clearly: the person standing in front of him was not Melia, but the commander was holding the carriage and talking to the masked slave behind the door!
The long sword across her body was obviously Elena's weapon.
His heart sank into his stomach, and he raised his head hastily: "Your Highness..."
Brilliant gold fluttered in the wind, and the voice died at the end of his throat. Claude, his mouth open, stared at a scene that did not exist in this world—Minerva?
The sea-blue eyes, full of wisdom, slowly shifted their gaze, focused and ethereal.
His memory instantly flew back to the distant past. When he was a child, his parents had enshrined a portrait of the goddess of wisdom at home. His grandfather was from Greece, and his whole family were devout believers.
Whenever the seasons changed, the family would gather in the hall and offer the smoke of the barbecue to Minerva, leaving the lamb chops out until the next morning before they could be eaten.
In just a few seconds, his thoughts became light and long, and his ears were filled with the sweet sound of birdsong.
Even if his death was today, at least he saw the face of Minerva. Was She here to take him to the Kingdom of God in heaven?
“Goddess…ah!”
The force above his head snapped, and the pain saved his sanity for the second time. What goddess of wisdom, Minerva? If he didn't wake up, he would be slashed by the princess's blade!
Clauto rolled to the ground and chewed a mouthful of grass. When he got up, his face flushed red: "Your Highness, I, I."
"Awake?"
Elena frowned. These soldiers were even worse than she'd imagined. They remained unconscious for half a minute after the potion's medium was interrupted. She had to cover her mouth and nose with a cloth, or else she'd be caught red-handed before even reaching the enemy.
"Yes, yes..." Clauto buried his head in his body, not daring to look directly at Elena. Mistaking a princess for a goddess, if word got out, he'd be laughed out of the army and punished by his parents.
He didn't dare to think about anything now, just praying that this matter would be over soon.
Perhaps Athena had heard his prayers. Melia waved at the slave she had just spoken to and came back skipping over. "Alright, it looks like it's working really well. Elena, dress up like this and squat inside to make them bigger!"
Bang!
"Ahhhh." Melia covered her head and ran away.
Elena grabbed her collar and said, "You're quite smart. You're wearing this outfit on the road, are you trying to mess with me?"
She wore a sunset-colored tulle draped diagonally, and in order to create the suggestion of the goddess Minerva, a crown-like helmet, golden arm rings, and breastplate were indispensable.
The excellent split design highlights the roundness and fullness of the chest and shoulders. Unfortunately, in order to ensure that noble girls can also wear it everywhere, the middle part between the skirt armor and the breastplate... is completely hollowed out.
Who would go out into battle with these? This guy had it all planned!
Melia shook her head miserably: "No, no... This dress is my old dress, real, more real than real gold!"
This was no lie. When she found this suit behind Mai Bing, she was shocked. After repeated questioning, Taffy learned that the original owner liked this narcissistic goddess armor the most and occasionally wore it at home for fun.
There was no other suitable armor at home for this battle, and since Melia's thin arms and legs wouldn't fit into the Legion armor, she slipped it in. Hanging it across her chest would at least protect her from shots aimed at her heart.
Anyway, there's only one set of breastplate and skirt armor, covered with tulle like a bikini, and the weight is all piled with gems, so it fits everyone. Since the potion sponsored by Sulla can accelerate the erosion rate through sound and image cues, why not use it?
"What's wrong with you? Are you pretending to be a goddess at home?!"
Elena couldn't help but pat him a few more times, each time softer and softer, until the last one landed lightly on his shoulder. "Forget it, quickly tell your slave to go and light the fire. With the potion, I can at least rush to the city and reunite with Caesar."
There are too many uncertainties in the plan: the order and time difference of the potions and ignition may cause different chain reactions, and the soldiers hiding in the carriages may be discovered by the guards and pierced by javelins in advance.
She didn't know why Melia was so confident about hiding someone in the carriage, as if she could try it countless times... There was really no other way.
We cannot escape or lose this battle.
"My slave?" Melia tapped her cheek. "What are you talking about? Such a big deal—of course I'll go there myself~"
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"Master, Master!"
Taffy lowered his voice anxiously: "Let me take care of the sneaking, you..." You can't even climb over the wooden fence.
"Oh, I almost forgot~" Melia stopped the pony and turned to look at the slaves following in a line behind: their faces were neither excited nor numb, just like accompanying others hunting.
As slaves of the Muala family, their life's purpose was to obey their masters. Even as they slowly approached death, they would not cry out or offer advice until the blade fell.
I want to go back alive, this thought suddenly became intense. I want to go back alive and slowly change everything.
She took a deep breath and pointed toward the nearby hillside. "Go outward from there, toward the west gate. Once the flames are lit, prepare to welcome Caesar... or escape."
After the words fell, the crowd remained silent for a long time. They didn't quite understand their master's words. After pondering them over, some people revealed a look of dismay: Shouldn't life-threatening work be left to slaves? If the master died, who would lead them? Who would be the next master?
"Let's go, let's go, I'll catch up soon." Melia got off the horse and walked towards the woods.
"Miss, this is not the direction of the enemy..." Ronnie hurried a few steps, and stopped along with Taffy because of her rejection gesture.
"I know~" Melia smiled. "Just stand outside. I'm going to use some witchcraft."
Witchcraft? When did she learn witchcraft?
Ronnie and Taffy looked at each other, and finally chose to believe her and stayed outside the woods to guard against sneak attacks.
A few minutes later, a glowing white kitten poked its head out from behind a tree and tiptoed away into the bushes.
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