Chapter 667: The Vandal Messenger (middle)

walked through the outer courtyard, where slaves and maids were coming and going, disturbing the courtyard. Some soldiers were patrolling back and forth in formation.

After passing through another city wall, you will enter the core area of ​​the palace. In the center is a huge fountain and at the top of the fountain, there is a statue of a Roman general. The statue tries its best to portray this Roman as the god of the sea Poseidon. He is tall and mighty, holding a trident, and under his feet are broken warships, as if these small warships cannot withstand his endless anger.

"This is Hermanus," the courtier stopped, turned around and pointed at the statue and said to Kessel, "He is the former naval commander who led the huge navy to send the invincible Roman army to Greater Sicily. He was an outstanding naval commander who once led his soldiers to break through the Golden Horn of Constantinople and expelled the usurper for Augustus!"

As Kaiser listened to the courtiers' fight, he couldn't help but look up at the statue that was several meters taller than him. The statue had its mouth wide open as if roaring, and its lifelike eyes were staring at Kaiser below as if they were alive. The trident held high seemed like it would fall at any time, causing Kaiser to shiver.

Later, he quickened his pace as if he wanted to escape, and with a few strides he surpassed the courtier who was leading the way. He looked like he was fleeing in panic. His funny movements almost made the courtier who was left behind want to laugh. However, that smile did not seem like the smile that came from encountering something funny. It was more like a sneer. However, the conditions required him to stay calm, and he wiped the smile off his face with a wipe of his mouth, leaving only seriousness.

Behind the statue was a majestic palace. At this moment, Kessel saw two rows of white marble columns on the road ahead. Behind the columns were two huge pools. The pools were quiet like two huge mirrors.

Several maids, dressed simply yet gorgeously, were holding brass kettles to fetch water and chatting and laughing. They looked carefree, enjoying their youth, which made Cather envious.

A Greek-style marble-columned building appeared before us. What a magnificent building.

Behind the fountain is a huge open space paved with finely polished stone bricks. Ornately decorated carriages are parked neatly on both sides, as if waiting for something.

"Oh my god, does Augustus of Rome need so many carriages?" Kessel paused for a moment as he stared at the row of carriages with different decorations. His dull eyes revealed envy. How could he not be envious? These carriages were not common in Carthage. After all, even the Vandal King Gaiseric used carriages abandoned by local nobles. Ordinary nobles regarded carriages as rare things. They just rode horses themselves when they traveled.

The courtier who led the way did not seem to be in a hurry to wait. He watched Kessel stand there for a long time, and finally came to his senses and realized that he still had things to do and felt embarrassed.

"Sorry, sorry, my mind wandered!"

Kessel apologized repeatedly, and the courtier in front of him nodded slightly with a fake smile and said, "That's the best. Caesar is still waiting for us. I don't want Caesar to wait too long."

Kessel nodded repeatedly, then hurriedly followed the courtier who led the way, slowly climbing the long steps.

When they reached the top of the stairs, the courtier took out a piece of brass support and the guard at the gate nodded slightly at the courtier and pushed open the door to allow the group to enter.

"When you come in, I must tell you about our rules here, which are also the rules of the Romans." The courtier used not very fluent Latin to introduce to Kessel the relevant rules that need to be followed here, such as what to say, what not to say, what to do, and what not to do.

Kessel listened very carefully in the back, fearing that he had missed anything.

The corridor in front of him was far from being as majestic and spacious as the exterior of this huge palace. Going up along the winding corridor, Caesar gradually heard noisy quarrels. It was like many people gathered together to argue about something. The sound was very similar to the sound when Gaiseric gathered the noble elders together to argue about the life and death of the Vandals.

With an uneasy heart, he slowly walked up to Augustus's meeting hall on the third floor, only to see the sound of the argument becoming more and more obvious. They were all arguing in Greek. Fortunately, Cather was proficient in Latin and Greek, and he could hear clearly what they were arguing about.

"Hey, look at this. This is the battle plan I spent a week preparing for Caesar! I must complete it in the shortest possible time."

"The newly formed Macedonian Legion will be here soon. They are equipped with our latest armor and weapons, especially for targeting barbarians."

"Oh? Really? I always feel that returning to the original way and using the broad shield and short sword passed down by our ancestors can solve the problem well."

"The heavy cavalry is the one. Just imagine, thousands of horses galloping, even Attila would be terrified!"

"Hey, have you forgotten about our navy? My God, they are Hermanus' subordinates. I think they have the most say in the next deployment!"

"The Romans have a say!"

At this moment, their argument stopped because of a series of loud footsteps. Everyone turned around and stared at the courtier who was getting closer and closer, and Cather who was following behind him, with puzzled eyes.

There was clear confusion in the officers' eyes. They might not be as accustomed as the nobles in Western Rome to a barbarian-looking guy wearing a Roman toga.

Staring at everyone's doubtful eyes, Kessel realized the strangeness in their eyes. He could only bury his head in his chest to avoid the gazes of everyone present. At least he found that even if he put on this set of clothes, he still couldn't escape their eyes.

That look was like a judge judging him, which was hard for Kessel to accept. Although he was just a Vandal messenger, it was no wonder that his incompatibility with them became his biggest sin.

Anyway, no one's eyes were focused on him. Perhaps because he was already accustomed to these officers, the court official quickened his pace and came to the closed door of the meeting room.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

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When the courtier was about to explain his purpose to the guards at the gate, an officer suddenly stood up and pointed at the courtier and Caesar and said loudly: "You guys who don't know the rules, don't you see that we are all queuing up to report to Caesar? What privilege do you have that allows you to stand in front of us?"

"Yes, who are you? Don't you know the rules of Rome?"

"Could it be the barbarians?"

"Only barbarians would cut in line, oh, uneducated fellows."

Faced with numerous doubts, each one seemed to be a mockery and irony of Cather's life. Yes, he was brought in by court officials but now he had to suffer groundless accusations.

"Please abide by the proper order and don't act like a barbarian!" The nearest officer walked up to Kessel unceremoniously and stood in front of him. At this moment, Kessel felt so helpless. He lowered his head and endured it all silently.

The courtier in front couldn't stand it anymore. He turned around and shouted at the complaining officers: "He..."

He had just opened his mouth when he stopped abruptly. The courtier lowered his head and looked at Kessel who was holding him.

"Let's go to the back!" Kate lowered her head and spoke so softly that only the courtiers could hear it.

(End of this chapter)