Aaron carefully arranged this robe, and he felt it slightly.

    Even the dress materials of the Macedonian royal family cannot compare to it.

    Meanwhile, please ask Marum to put it away.

    This outfit should be worn on occasions of significance.

    For example, when meeting one's mother.

    The guards came slowly, around "Laming", which means "Lam God in the sky", in the morning.

    In Marum's time system, it corresponds to 10 o'clock in the morning.

    In this era, government officials enjoy a relaxed work life, contrasting sharply with the later Tellara, where government officials hardly take a rest and are always on the job.

    Captain Gert, who had brought them here yesterday, was adhering to the principle of 'better less than more trouble' and was preparing to release the three prisoners suspected of being Roman spies.

    He mumbled to himself, after thinking overnight, he chose not to follow Enoa's advice.

    "At least go to those big cities stirring up trouble. Here the governor is busy catching crocodiles every day to peel and present to Pharaoh, who would still be able to fight."

    After grumbling to himself softly, Gert opened the door and then shouted loudly:

    "Pay attention, you bunch of guys, run as fast as you can. Just leave the donkey behind, as a fine."

    "Thank my kindness, Gert the Great, otherwise you would have been throat slit last night."

    Marum was asked to maintain composure and act as if nothing were happening.

    And the father-son duo of Anda and Yalan stood motionless, unsure of what to do next.

    They had prepared to take advantage of this opportunity to meet people who might trigger a war, but instead, the guy came and said he would release them.

    It's quite interesting. If everyone in the world were so cautious, who knows how many unnecessary wars we could avoid.

    Yalan approached his father and whispered,

    "Now what should we do? They want to kick us out. This is not what we expected. They should have arranged someone to question us, framed us as war spies, and then revealed more clues."

    Anda replied with a dark expression, "Shut up. Let me think."

    "Alright, now lie down on the ground, roll around, and say that the donkey has watched you grow up. You have to take the donkey with you."

    Yalan pulled on his father's sleeve: "Are you saying something human-like? Why don't you lie down on the ground and say that the donkey has been raised by you since it was a baby?"

    Anda said seriously:

    "Because that donkey wasn't raised by me since I was a child, but it has watched you grow up. You are my son. How can you compare yourself to a donkey!"

    Gert couldn't understand what these people were saying, sighing, I guess they are really Roman spies.

    But what can a small-town defense captain do, after all?

    Better to not see it, then to have a peaceful heart.

    He prompted, " hurry up!"

    "Hurry up, we haven't prepared any food."

    He dared not let anyone rush in and use force, after all, many people tried to capture them yesterday and always ended up falling over, which was a vivid memory.

    The place was hot, and the clothes on their bodies were not many. If they fell and scraped their skin, if they didn't pay attention, and were cursed by Sihmat (god of war and plague), with their skin ulcerating and dying, it would be a great loss.

    As Aaron hesitated, he was about to lower his face and lie on the ground, beginning to narrate his feelings for the donkey.

    It is reasonable to think that a small-town defense captain who cannot gain any benefits will eventually get angry and keep them imprisoned.

    Fortunately, the next moment, things took an interesting turn.

    Before he could lie down, there was a commotion outside.

    "Gert Captain, Gert Captain!"

    "Priest of 'Viper' Darlet has arrived at Las Vette, Darlet's Honorable Lord has heard that you have captured some Roman spies, and he wants to question them!"

    Several busy-looking guards rushed in, their faces filled with joy.

    As ordinary soldiers, it is a great honor to have the chance to meet a priest who walks the earth beneath the pharaoh.

    The pharaoh is the god of man, and the priests are the mediums who can communicate with the gods in the heavens.

    If they have seen the priest, then when the gods communicate with the priests, they will know of their existence!

    This is such a glorious thing!

    If Aaron were to know what was going on in their minds, he would definitely think that when his mother served as a priestess, she couldn't remember the names of the devout worshippers.

    Yaron couldn't help but grumble:

    "It seems like we don't have to roll around on the ground. Hahaha, father, next time let you handle this kind of shameful thing."

    Anda turned to look at Marum: "He can come too. After all, he has sworn to give me everything."

    Marum was taken aback. Not that he had been silent, like a statue, how had the conversation turned back to him?

    "I, I - if Your Lordship needs me -"

    Anda was angered: "You, the descendant of Kilimanjaro, are hesitating! Are you going to break your vow?"

    Marum was terrified and bowed his head: "I have no such intention! I am ready to sacrifice my life for you at any time!"

    Yaran whispered a curse:

    "Why are you scaring him? No wonder Kirimjo agreed with me in his dream last night and said that you are indeed an idiot."

    Marum suddenly looked up, not understanding, what did you just say!

    Anda clenched his fist, and a strong stream of air escaped from his nostrils.

    "Alright——"

    He couldn't even get angry before Gert's complaints interrupted him.

    "That's enough! You spies, now that the priest is calling for you, your chance to live is gone."

    Gert dismissed them with a weary gesture and ordered,

    "Take the prisoners to meet the priestess, I'll be there shortly."

    Trouble trouble, when did the priestess arrive? Las Vette city has not even sent a message.

    That foolish city governor, make sure he doesn't get caught with anything. Pharaoh's tomb is still short of some burial attendants.

    Ah, from ancient times to modern times, people at the grassroots level always fear that the higher-ups might suddenly appear in your work area without any notice, which can be terrifying.

    The three of them walked out quite obediently, and even some people came over to bring them food and tidy up their appearance. Especially the old man's messy hair and beard.

    Ugh, that servant is fondling my father's face while shaving his beard!

    Ah, I must say that the father, after shaving his beard, looks less hideous.

    Yaron hurriedly buried this unnecessary thought in his mind.

    "Appearing before the priest requires maintaining composure, even for criminals. After all, gods use the priests' eyes to observe the lives of mortals, and it would be disrespectful to dirty the gods' eyes."

    After neatly styling his hair, the servant casually patted his face.

    "Cough cough, I've heard that Romans are lascivious and licentious. I hope the sins on your bodies don't anger the gods."

    Yaran bit his teeth, that old guy, is it that strange charm again, emanating from him that makes others look weird?

    The three of them were guided to wash their bodies, fortunately, there were no other people around to help with the bath.

    Otherwise, he was truly afraid that the absurd stories he had heard from Rome might come true, and his father would be the protagonist.

    After they were all clean, they walked through the building and came to a temporary, yet strikingly luxurious tent.

    With a gentle lift, they met the priest of the pharaoh, "Viper" Darlet.

    A middle-aged, slender man with a bald head and a snake-scale tattoo on his face.

    "Roman," Darlet closed his eyes, feeling the fragrance of the spices in front of him, slowly sitting up from his bed and continuing:

    "Spies need to be skinned and have their tendons extracted to be offered to the Maat god."

    Darlet finally opened his eyes, and almost as soon as he saw Andar, his tone softened:

    "But there is also the opportunity for redemption. Will you become my slave?"

    Darlet, with a girlie voice, pointed at Andar with his hand.