Chapter 130 Slicing of History

Author: Carp and Carp Immortal

Chapter 130 Slicing of History

The Alexandria Lighthouse is at the end of the breakwater, and is a few hundred meters away from the city. There is no shuttle bus or something like this, so I can only walk over it by myself.

The Romans were not very good at creating elegant scenery. But this breakwater stood in the sea, facing the waves on both sides. Without the barrier of mountains or buildings, the huge moon was visible at a glance. The wonder of magic was displayed directly in front of them, and the bright silver sky and sea surface were the picture frames of this scenery.

However, on the breakwater, Shangluo's attention had not yet been put on the surrounding scenery. He was still savoring the smell of "EITR".

The smell of EITR is the smell of water, but it is cold. The mask atomizes the EITR potion into water vapor and sucks it in. Just take a breath, it is as cold as if it falls into an ice cave. It is not the coldness on the body, but the coldness that is isolated and helpless, drifting outside this world. It is like looking down at the earth in space, the earth is just floating in the endless deep sky without any support, as if it will float away accidentally.

"I'm still having a chill?" Titus, who was walking in front of him, saw that he didn't speak for a long time, and guessed something. "The same is true for the first time we inhaled EITR potion, and it's six times synesthesia. But don't worry, it's just a psychological coldness, your body temperature has not dropped. The close-fitting sneak suit is also kept warm, and you will get warm in a while."

"Do you always do this?"

"It may not be there, but it may not disappear. The psychological cold needs to be adapted, and the best way to keep warm is to communicate - see, is it still cold now?"

"Hmm?" He didn't notice it, but he was really not cold now.

"Because the lighthouse is behind you and the city is ahead of you, you are not isolated and helpless. So this coldness will disappear soon. The truly terrible cold is when you fall into a dark night, which is a cold that cannot be dispelled no matter what. Well, you won't face this. Even the King of Forests will not give people a feeling of coldness. So don't worry. Well, I'll go through security check later."

He looked at the back: "Don't talk for the time being, check the badge he wore, and you need to go through the security check."

At the end of the breakwater is a checkpoint. Wood-tipped fences and horse-repellents block the road, and a team of Roman legions stand behind the road.

It looked like a real Roman legion. Wearing armor made of chain mail and slats, the headed centurion wore a horse-hair-like helmet, while the others held shields and spears.

The centurion raised his hand and asked in classical Latin: "Stop. Who?"

"Io Triumphe! Everyone is wearing it. Please check it." Titus pointed to the golden triangle on his left chest.

"Io Triumphe." The centurion responded with a military salute. In his opinion, Titus was a member of the Roman army, just like him.

The centurion looked at the person behind him, and his eyes also remained on Shang Luo. When the eyes met, he could vaguely see the light-like light beating in the centurion's eyes.

"No problem, go there." The centurion ordered the move away from the horse and let the legion soldiers behind him go away.

Titus took him away first, and then Shangluo.

"Wait." The centurion shouted, "Are these people, Silk Country?"

"Yes, they came here from the country that weaved silk. The territory is vast and the population is numerous. The laws are strict and righteous. Everyone lives peacefully and never fights. Everyone's eyes are full of glorious justice, and everyone can live to the 200-year-old Seres."

"Oh, welcome to Alexander, my friend." The centurion lowered his head slightly and smiled.

Shangluo didn't understand Latin very much, but friendship did not need to be expressed through words. He also nodded to the centurion, and the group passed by like this.

"That's just now?" he asked Titus, "those are Romans?"

"Well, it's true that they were Romans, but they were Romans of the past. When building Alexander, we would look for the slices needed in history, so we brought them here. You can treat them as ticket gates for the Yujing Metro."

"ha?"

"Well, it's the ticket gate. Although it's a bit strange to say that, they actually assume this role. They cut according to their needs, for example, they would be friendly to Zhendan. Because since the classical era, we have longed for the countries on the other end of the Silk Road to establish connections - although we just wanted to buy silk and learn a stable monarchy at that time, and did not expect what happened later. So this gate will only let you go, and will not let any barbarians go. As for me."

He pointed to himself: "I am a Roman myself and can pass without identification. I saluted him, and he responded with the salutation, which means he knew that I was a soldier of the Roman Legion."

"Do they, are they self-aware?"

"Sadly, they didn't." Titus shook his head, "they were just a collection of experiences and could not generate new experiences anymore. It was like a finished machine, a finished painting, a photo that had been taken. Well, you can treat them as photos. He was a perfect replica of the Roman man back then, but it was not himself after all. You can see many similar things in front. Well, like there."

He pointed to a barbecue restaurant next to him: "This shop is sliced, we moved it from Alexander of that era. It's not so much a storefront."

“Vehicle?”

"Ah yes, it's just like the vending machines you can see everywhere on the streets of Yujing. The vending machines in Rome have grown like this, and the principle is similar. There is a pre-set behavioral logic, and then you replenish them regularly. If you submit coins to it, it will give you the goods. Probably the only difference is the appearance, because after all, it is the "photo" of our ancestors, so you still have to maintain the minimum respect. Just like I was also saluting to the sentry just now, you wouldn't salute to the ticket gate, right?"

"No, but it's the same to care for public property."

"Well, just like this." Titus nodded, "Keep respect, but keep some distance. After all, these photos will not produce new experiences, so just don't invest too much emotion in it. When it comes, that's the ice cream stall. It's a very famous cold drink shop in Damascus in the 3rd century. After we took it, we printed many pictures. There are more than a dozen in the city, which are very popular. Just take your drakma and give him silver coins. He will give you ice cream. It's as simple as a vending machine."
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