"What? What do you say again? ”

As if he had grasped a life-saving straw, Andrew threw the flag into my arms and walked over. I saw a strong man in full armor rushing towards them, but the two discussants were frightened, and they thought that Andrew was going to fight.

I quickly moved to the side with the flag, and I saw Andrew putting one hand on a person's shoulder, like a hundred thousand whys, and there was a great momentum to break the casserole and ask the end. Not long after, Andrew came back to me with a satisfied face and said, "Luga, we finally have a chance!" ”

"Opportunity? What chances? ”

"Hey, it's just returning to the battlefield in the name of mercenaries!"

Andrew's inner excitement was evident on his face, and this impatient momentum was like letting him go to the battlefield now, he would definitely not say a word! "You wait, after a while, there will be a recorder recruiting, let's register and we can go to the square in the city tomorrow morning to gather, and we will definitely see Marshal Aetius then!"

"Oh, Andrew, you're healed and forgot the pain."

Forgive me for saying this, because as soon as I heard that I was going to go to war, I thought of the horrible scar on my stomach after waking up that day and the coals used to stop the bleeding, and I really didn't understand why Dr. Bella always burned red with a soldering iron? I really have a fear carved into my bones about war, and it's okay to have missing arms and legs, but if I break on it, Tenea, alas......

"Hey, hey, hey! Quiet, quiet! ”

I saw a shout not far away, although the voice was not loud, but as soon as the words fell, all the music stopped, and the people who were enjoying themselves in it also stopped the current topic, and for a moment the whole first floor of the hotel was silent, and everyone's eyes converged on a more gorgeously dressed person in the crowd now, only to see that the man cleared his throat and said loudly: "I am the civil official Mark, and I am Flavis. The order of Lord Aetius, come and hire warriors, and now, the ignorant and stupid Burgundians are wantonly encroaching on the territory of Rome in the north, which is unbearable for us loyal Romans, come, warriors, for the Empire, for the sake of Rome! Get up and fight! ”

"Fighting for the Empire!!"

Andrew stood up excitedly and yelled, but everyone around him responded, "You sit down." "I pulled him back so as not to cause unnecessary embarrassment.

Marco raised his fist and roared so that his cheeks were red, and his fearless spirit and passionate speech should have been cheered by the people in unison, but tragically, the audience was silent, and everyone looked at him as if they were looking at him again. In fact, he did not infect the audience, and it was not his fault, because most of the people in the audience were Germans, Vandals, and Iberians from Spain, and few were really Romans, and again, they were not here to cheer "Long live Rome", and it was clear that this well-dressed guy did not grasp the crux of the matter.

Perhaps he was embarrassed, Marco couldn't help but put away his raised hand, pondered for a moment, and then he raised his head again and shouted: "All the warriors who register with me today will receive seventy-five denaris at the venue tomorrow!" ”

"Viva Rome!!

A cheer instantly sent the whole hotel to an uproar, and everyone, almost everyone, stood up and waved their hands to the wooden wine glasses and cheered loudly, and the silent musicians hurriedly picked up their instruments and played the same cheerful music with the joyful crowd. More strong men even left the girl still in their arms to get an autograph in order to earn a horse. This is also the purpose of their visit, to become mercenaries, to hold a lot of dinars, to play with women from all over the empire, it doesn't matter if they die, they have no intention of growing old anyway.

"These damn brutes!"

Andrew slammed his fist into the table with his right hand, but his angry insults were soon drowned out in a large cheer, and no one listened to him vent his inner frustration.

"They can indulge in pleasure under the protection of the Empire, but when it comes to dedicating themselves to the Empire and the Legion, they are silent, these damn things, they are all moths, only money and women can make them excited!"

"Don't be angry, Andrew." I patted him on the shoulder and said to him, "Although the profession of a mercenary is not honorable, but think about it, isn't the Mark who just agitated on it to recruit mercenaries?" Andrew, I ask you, do you think there is any hope for the two of us to enter the Legion now as soldiers? ”

Andrew was silent, and after a long time, he shook his head helplessly and replied, "It's impossible, the flag in our hands is too big." ”

"Okay," I pointed to Mark, who was standing not far away, and then said to Andrew, "Now this is an opportunity, and everyone can do it, the same is to serve the country, the road to regular joining the army has been blocked, so why don't you think about this?" ”

"Luga, you mean to join the mercenaries and talk to these barbarians who see the money?"

Andrew was still very resistant, he pointed to the crowded crowd in front of him, and his face was disgusted. But that doesn't change anything, at least no one will be ashamed of a job that can be supported by enough money, even if it is discredited as unpatriotic.

"Come on, Andrew, things are better, not every mercenary is unpatriotic, is it? At least you and me. ”

I tried to dissuade him repeatedly, but Andrew finally compromised, he let out a long sigh and said slowly: "Well, for God's sake, I'm not going for the money. ”

I didn't have the leisure to listen to Andrew's self-comfort there, so I took advantage of the fact that the crowd had gradually dispersed a lot, and I took Andrew up with him, and pushed aside the people in front of me, and finally saw Marco in the midst of the crowd, and he was struggling to write down the names of each person on the parchment with his reed pipe. I stood in front of him for a long time and he didn't notice.

"What's your name?"

Marco asked without looking up.

"Aurius. Luga, beside me is alas, what's your last name? Andrew. ”

"Aurius."

"Damn, it turns out that you believe in Aurius, too. So please record it, Aurius. Andrew. ”

"Aurius." Mark repeated it as he looked up at the two of us, his eyes full of surprise. "I thought that the mercenaries were all barbarians, but I didn't expect there to be Romans, yes, people like you who are willing to serve the country, even the Romans who participate in the mercenaries can't find a few, and there are only a handful of heavily armed people like you, I swear that as long as you two can survive, you will have a bright future."

"Yes, there are tall Germans everywhere, who is idle and bored to join the army." I said with a smile.

Mark only laughed dryly, but did not reply, but wrote our names with a pen and reminded, "Don't forget, come to the city tomorrow morning and bring your weapons, if there is anything the governor will give you." ”

After such a simple registration, Andrew and I are even mercenaries of the Empire, there is no assessment and training, we just need to report on time.