In front of the tree-lined avenue of Tegrasetta, the poplar trees were under the lead-gray winter clouds, with only light green branches left. Adiana put her hand gracefully on Karabis's shoulder, and then leaped lightly to board the gorgeously decorated car led by four bulls, and the same one behind it carried Nesa and her maid Porti.

The ones who came to say goodbye were Lukulas and Claudi. After a brief greeting, they set off for the team in the Winter Camp.

Clipped on both sides of the vehicle were the soldiers of the Third Regiment. They all had joyful faces and were naked, and carried fig trunks on their shoulders, with their helmets, kettles and purses on them. As for the trunks, the trunks were cut down from the sanctuary of the city of Tegresetta, where the black smoke was still burning. Utaris and Hebrida, two centurions, walked shoulder to shoulder, holding canes, and followed by the military guardian Apis in a mule cart.

It’s winter camp and I can finally return home, even if it’s a temporary home.

"Tuna sent you to monitor me, right?"

"Herbrida, who is always low, you don't have to think so important. I am ordered to supervise the Third Regiment. It is now carrying the important mission of escorting the royal women of Bendu. You, the problematic element, has no choice but to make arbitrary decisions."

"Hey, isn't this the sword of the indigo barbarian that I took after my battle? Why is it yours?" At this time, Hebrida suddenly discovered that the one on Utaris' waist was a gorgeous Celtic sword, and recalled its identity, and shouted, "If I remember correctly, you have been enjoying the wind and cool off on the top of Sofini's mountain that night!"

Just as Utaris was about to argue, Apis behind him raised his hand, "Gentlemen, my duty is to go to the Silesian garrison and handle some delivery matters."

"Silesia, I have to go to the harbor of Sinop to send these two girls on board before I can go to Bitinia. What a cumbersome journey. Tuna Road, I know he hates Brother." Hebrida kept complaining, and then he looked back and looked back. The three mysterious messengers from Bosphorus who were indefinitely with Adiana's car, still covered in tight cloaks and rode on horses, only revealing a hand covered under the wrist armor, holding the reins, and being highly alert, which made him feel extremely annoyed, as if it had predicted that the journey would not be so relaxed and pleasant, and he couldn't help but add, "This damn mission..."

The team slowly moved on the straight street, getting farther and farther away from Tgraceta. After watching them leave, Lukulas turned around and left, while Claudi next to him smiled and was still standing there.

After a few whistles, a small horse flashed out of the woodland beside the road. The giant man with disheveled hair, riding a horse, carrying an equally gorgeous sword, and his face was painted with terrible indigo dye. He nodded to Claudi.

Claudi smiled gracefully, then walked away to the back of the convoy and the third wing, and gently made a "please" gesture to the giant man.

On the way to Bitinia, the team became increasingly unpleasant, sometimes Uteris and Hebrida quarreled, sometimes Adiana and Nesa, sometimes Adiana and Hebrida, sometimes... This was enough to make Apis feel dissatisfied and angry, he just wanted to arrive in Silesia quickly and leave the team quickly.

Tonight, the team decided to camp in a wasteland overnight, because there was no room for accommodation around, but Hebrida had a fierce dispute with Adiana. Adiana used Greek to scold all the Roman soldiers as barbarians. They casually used fig trunks to pick up the curtains of their driving while they were freely pessimistic about their appearance, their words were full of obscene and obscene.

"Listen, you Greeks are the nasty seeds!" Hebrida replied in a Latin dialect, "We all know that your Greek statues are all naked, and the Romans put them on one piece of clothing!"

Karabis next to him almost burst out laughing.

Finally, the angry Adiana announced that her car would keep a distance from the Roman United camp at night.

"Please forgive my niece for being rude, she has always been such a naughty child." Nesa explained to Aspis and Utaris softly, and promised that she would never leave the United side and would not cause any trouble for anyone.

"Let's go, Karabis."

"Please allow me to transgress. From the perspective of safety, I think it is wiser to stay with the Third United." Karabis said.

But Adianna ignored him at all. Helplessly, Karabis had to choose another camp, two furlongs away from the Third United camp, and was a deep forest with clear spring water.

After the fire broke out, the three messengers followed, still motionless, guarding Adiana's car. After arguing with Hebrida, Adiana locked herself in the car and refused Karabis' request for her to have dinner.

The pale yellow moon in the air moved out of the clouds at this time, casting a hazy shadow on the earth. The moon's figure was much "full" compared to the decisive battle of Bitter Gresetta. It seemed that it was the middle of the moon again. Karabis was thinking about something irrelevant, carrying a pottery jar, and went to a stream to draw water.

The water in the stream was very clear and stained with some frost. It clearly reflected a silvery look under the moonlight. The sound of fanning branches came around. Just as the pot was put down, the waves were raised, and the water surface slowly converged, Karabis suddenly saw that the leader of the Marca messenger was printed from the gradually gathering reflection in the water, a medium-sized person was standing behind him, his whole body was covered by a cloak, hidden in the night, only revealing a silver hideous face armor, staring at him.

Karabis's heart tightened and almost fell into the water, but the leader of the messenger then pressed his shoulders on his wrist. Karabis tried to struggle, but the messenger's power was extremely powerful, and his shoulders were as if they were clamped by iron clamps, unable to move at all.

At this time, Karabis felt that the messenger leader seemed to care about him, but was more concerned about the situation of the stream. In the end, Karabis also saw that the water surface of the stream was vibrating! Although the frequency was very slight, it was indeed vibrating.
Chapter completed!