The clever Karabis took back his movements, and Kelly did not mean to pursue them further. He pointed to the niche beside Lukulas's table, meaning that Karabis used this thin silk cloth to wipe the small statues and sacrifices on it.

"Your name is Karabis, right?" Lukuras, who was half lying on the couch, asked, holding the file and chewing figs.

Karabis nodded, held the rag, and stood respectfully with his head down, not daring to make any extra moves.

"Kelly, register Karabis as soon as possible, and—the clothes that are clean now, he is too dirty—Karbis, you must adapt to the rudeness and filth that was contaminated in the tent, and must be cleaned from your body and soul as soon as possible. You must know that you are not only a slave to serve me, but also a slave to serve niches. Inside are placed the statues of Apollo, the gods of my family, and the statues of the ancestors, defiling them will bring disaster to me. Remember my words, my son, Karabis." Lukuras said this in anger and yawned to express his sleepiness.

Karabis, who was listening there, was horrified. Yes, he had just heard Lukulas calling himself "my son".

The horror was fleeting, and I seemed to remember that the masters of Rome would call young slaves "sons". It was really scary of my father.

Soon, Lukulas lay down on the couch and fell asleep. In the slight snoring, his slaves were still busy. Karabis received a brand new trouser garment, and Kelly shaved her long hair and beard. "Kelly, I have to admit that you look a bit aristocratic. If you don't do stupid things, you can deceive a few girls who don't understand the world." Kelly commented after he cleaned up Karabis.

Then, after cleaning the niche, Karabis replaced the candles on the niche with new ones, which would ensure that the flames would last forever. He lay on the ground of the tent with a few close slaves and covered them with a blanket to sleep.

As a result, the next day, after Lukulas got up, he asked Karabis to take the offerings to the Diana Temple at the foot of Sofini Mountain to worship. "The great hunting goddess sent me a dream last night because my god Apollo is her younger brother. She said to me in the dream, Lukulas, the son of light, I will protect you from the victory in the final battle, but the token must be obtained by yourself."

The Diana Temple here is incomparable to the miraculous building in Milidu. It is located on a cliff and is very small in scale. In addition, Mitrada has been committed to burning down Diana's gods, and the priests have already run away in the war. The altar on the steps of the temple wall is full of dead leaves, looking like a desolate desolate.

"Very good, my son Karabis, your appearance is much stronger than yesterday, so that you can match my identity as the master." Lukulas was obviously very satisfied with Karabis's change. Karabis quickly cleared the altar and put some sacrifices on it. Lukulas stepped forward, and pierced his face with dye, then lit an incense, surrounded by several army priests, raised his hands and murmured.

Below the temple on the cliff, there were soldiers and generals from the Seventh Legion. They watched the commander’s priest against God with their own eyes, and also judged whether the commander had received God’s blessing and whether he would show some external appearance, such as birds, clouds, whirlwinds, etc. These things are very important for the morale of a huge army that is out of battle. The soldiers are more willing to believe in their hearts that God chose to stand on their own side.

Diana, the guardian god of hunting and virginity, the mother god of harvest and reproduction, is well known throughout the Asia Minor wasteland. Many barbarians and Persians believe in her. As for the Romans, they pursue "going to the countryside and following customs". Once they conquered this place, they will happily move this god back to the Roman city to worship. Therefore, the "polytheistic religion" in Rome is essentially the acceptance process of the beliefs and culture of other conquered nations.

Soon, the army began to stir up, because many of them saw a beautiful cow walking on the grassland at the source of the Euphrates River, wearing holy sunlight, as if being led by an invisible rope, towards the temple, slowly passing through the queue of Roman soldiers, as if all soldiers could see her. The soldiers pointed at the cow and exclaimed: "Look at her butt!"

On the cow's plump butt was a torch-shaped imprint. "This is the exclusive sacrifice of Goddess Diana. On weekdays, they are freely grazed in this grassland. Oh my God, Goddess Diana is really guiding her!" The priests around Lukulas whispered one after another - the cow walked onto the rocks on the cliff like a spirituality, lowered his beautiful head, and did not move.

The five thousand soldiers of the Seventh Legion below all watched quietly and held their breath.

A priest walked forward and stabbed the cow with a knife in his hand, and the cow fell down with a mooing sound, and blood splashed out. Lukuras was covered in blood. He turned to all the soldiers, raised his neck and shouted: "This is the oracle of our conquest of the Euphrates and the Tigris, conquering Armenia, and even Mesopotamia. Diana protects our army!"

In the lower box, Utaris first stretched his arms flat and shouted: "Long live Diana! Long live the invincible Lukulas!" Then came Murira, Secredirus, Apis and even Hebrida. The entire Seventh Legion was in full swing, and the soldiers shouted slogans and fell into a state of fanaticism.

"The Eleventh Legion has already gone to Tegraceta as an advance army. Don't fall behind the rest of the brothers!" Lukulas continued to incite and shouted.

"This kind of clumsy trick of cheating the poor and inferior people, Hum--Hey, Karabis, is it you?" On the other side of the altar, Adianna was wearing a loose silk robe. The folds of the wind outlined her slim curves, and next to her was Demethrius with an umbrella. She was here to watch the fun, but when she saw Karabis with a fresh coat and hat, she was quite surprised.

Karabis walked forward and saluted neither humbly nor arrogantly, saying, "Dear Princess, this is the priestly ceremony of the army commander. It is better to avoid the enemy's personnel for the time being. The army has its own rules."

Adianna was so angry that her eyebrows were straight and she shouted, "It's amazing to wear a new piece of clothing? The pottery jar is still a pottery jar. Jewish, after you go back, I will give you the latest and most expensive silk clothes to wear, and compare this guy Karabis!"

"Sorry, Mrs. Wang, I am the commander's niche slave now. The Jewish guy is your personal slave. We are not the Barbie dolls used to show off." After Karabis said this, he turned his back and ignored each other.
Chapter completed!