Conquering the Heavens: Beginning at Hogwarts

Chapter 98 So Simple?
"It is said that General Agrippa was the one who defeated your ancestors, don't you hate it?"

Pender took Verolian to the outer city along the arranged path. Although it was dangerous, it could avoid most of the troubles.

After all, no one knows, at most, you will meet some people who are not good-looking, and just teach them a lesson.

"It's nothing more than a power struggle." Verolian said casually: "The matter of our ancestors is over, and now my brother and I just want to restore the glory of Rome, that's all."

Pan De nodded and didn't say much.

The two came to the outer city all the way from the path.

There is a big difference between the outer city and the inner city. When entering the city, Pender directly appeared in the inner city, so he didn't know.

The most obvious difference is the color, the inner city is clean and white, constantly refurbished.

The outer city is gray and looks very old, just like when you walked into the old housing area in Shenzhen in 00, the sense of the times came over your face.

With a stale atmosphere, full of heavy feeling.

This kind of place is often not taken seriously, and it is easy to breed darkness.

Just after coming out of the alley, Pender and Verolian saw the chaos here.

Dozens of people were beating a man with wooden sticks, and some men in guard uniforms were smoking and laughing with two nobles.

Everything is so corny, just like the story.

But the real deal happened right in front of Pender's eyes.

"It's really wild and backward." Pan De sighed with emotion.

"Let's go. These beaten people are usually in debt to gambling. Trafficking their wives and daughters is a common occurrence, and death is not worthy of sympathy." Verolian has been here many times, and he is not surprised.

"Well, anyway, they won't be rampant for long. They're all dead. There's nothing wrong with being happy in the end."

Pan De gave those nobles and guards a cold look, and then continued on his way.

If the inner city is the ideal Rome, it is white and flawless, resplendent, civilized and prosperous.

Then the Outer City is the most typical and true Middle Ages after the fall of Rome, barbaric, backward, dark, disgusting, and the evil of human nature is everywhere.

Passing through the outer city, you come to the edge of the city of Rome, the walled area.

The reason why the city wall can be regarded as a district is because the city wall of Rome has been reinforced very thickly in the past thousand years.

Running a horse on it is the basic operation.

Countless slaves worked at the foot of the city wall, farming, mining ore, casting, building the city wall, or were brought into the inner city to build buildings.

They slept on the side of the road, their clothes were thin, their faces were yellow and thin, and they looked just like the refugees in those disaster years.

The inner city doesn't care about them, and the nobles in the outer city don't treat them as human beings.
Fortunately, it was General Agrippa who led them. If it had been a different person, these guys would have rebelled long ago.

"It's terrible. These slaves are the biggest hidden danger. People who can't survive and have no hope will fight back in despair."

Pan De looked at all this, with deep worry in his eyes, as well as pity for the injustice suffered by these people.

This is very similar to the self who was framed in Vayatlan. The same dark life, dying in a corner that no one knows, is really stupid.

Verolian is very excited, his boss is really excellent.

Decisive, capable, sympathetic to the weak, but not a virgin, able to clearly understand threats, not emotional, he is simply a born king!
My great majesty, the recovery of Rome is expected!

The two of them stepped over the endless line of slaves and came to the main building of the city wall.

The most elite defense force under General Agrippa is stationed here, specially to protect the city gate, as well as General Agrippa himself.

Holding a huge shield and a spear, wearing plate armor and a steel helmet, each of them is a burly man, standing there even if a mosquito lands on the tip of his nose.

Pendor watched for a moment.

The timing of each defense change is extremely precise, the patrol route changes from time to time, and the soldiers are in very good condition. When on duty, they are completely ready for battle, just like on the battlefield.

Under the defense of such a well-disciplined army with top quality, ability, and equipment, the gates and gates of the city of Rome can be said to be solid and monolithic.

"The Black Gold Guards used to be His Majesty Augustus' Guards, and were handed over to General Agrippa by His Majesty, responsible for protecting the general's safety and guarding the city gate."

Verolian explained to Pender: "We sent a letter to General Agrippa in advance. If he wants to see us, there should be someone waiting now."

The two looked around, but no one was waiting for them.

"Don't tell me the general doesn't want to see us?"

Before Verolian finished speaking, the surrounding black gold guards suddenly knelt down on one knee.

Pan De narrowed his eyes, he felt a particularly powerful force, very similar to magic power, almost at the level of a saint, no, stronger than a saint!
"despair."

"despair"

The sound of iron armor shaking came from the city tower, and every step was like a drum beating on the heart of a person, making the heartbeats of Pender and Verolian unconsciously quicken.

"Well..." Verolian's face turned red, and his body couldn't bear it after just two strokes, so he knelt down on one knee in order to reduce the pressure on himself.

"Your Highness."

Pender reached out and pressed his shoulders, using his magic power to help him relieve the pressure.

After getting a little more relaxed, Verolian also raised his head, and looked up together with Pender.

A man dressed as a general stood on the tower, looking down at the two of them.

He was wearing black gold armor, with a big sword pinned to his waist, and his long blond hair fluttered in the wind, giving off an elegant and handsome look.

But the black mask on that face carried a different kind of murderous aura, which made people dare not look directly at it.

At least Verolian lasted for less than a minute before subconsciously looking away.

"Descendants of the Pompey family, I know you, you, like your brother, are young talents of the empire, I am very optimistic about you, you are very good."

Agrippa spoke, his voice was very soft, not at all like an antique voice, but like a young man.

"Pender Lee Augustus, I have been watching you, you are very good, much smarter than the last one."

Pan De has been looking at him, he is very familiar with the aura of a saint, and the feeling of being irresistible makes him very uncomfortable.

But he also understands that he is reminded of his previous life, and that kind of hatred cannot be eliminated by time travel.

Pan De could control himself, he didn't show that kind of hatred, he knew in his heart who he hated, and he didn't hate everything, it's just that he was emotionally affected by the situation.

"Thank you for your compliment." Pender bowed lightly, and said to Agrippa, "Pender Lee Augustus, I have met General Agrippa."

Pender's expression is very relaxed, which is a kind of freehand, showing Agrippa his calmness and confidence.

This is a necessary quality of a king.

Sure enough, Agrippa nodded.

He had already made his choice, and he just wanted to see how much Pender weighed. Now that he saw it, it was okay.

"I know your reason for coming, the standing army is at your disposal."

Agrippa stretched out his hand, threw something, and left without looking back, leaving only one sentence,

"The arena game on Sunday, I'll be there."

Pan De watched Agrippa leave, and then looked down at the thing he caught, a seal.

Playing with it in his hand, Pender questioned.

"Everything is so smooth and simple, how did the previous one lose?"

(End of this chapter)