In the hunting grounds of Eubertnia, in the midst of a precious green foothill between the river and the plateau, Calabis sat on a horse chair and looked with great interest at a relief that seemed to be related to ancient religions, hidden among vine leaves and long grass, with the image of a man and woman kneeling on the ground, and a fat child in the middle, with a sacrificial bowl at his feet. This is also what Calabis used to care about the most, he had already set his ambitions in college, and after graduation, he joined the archaeological team to excavate more of the historical past buried under the plateau of Anatolia, but who would have thought that now he himself has become one of the "puzzles" that cross history.

There was a sound of the horse's bell, and he looked back to see that Adiana was riding a two-year-old little green horse, and with a sound of yo, over a fence, this little green horse was the most violent horse in the royal stable, and was now being taught by the hostess. Queen Eubertnia's long hair was tied into a ponytail with tortoiseshell hairpins, her neck and forehead were covered with fine beads of sweat, chasing the summer sun on horseback, like a cheerful bird, she abandoned the loose pleated tunic of the Greek noblewoman, and restored the origins of the Mithra family, wearing Persian split tight trousers and boots, the upper body was draped diagonally with an embroidered hunting garment, which was split to the left, revealing a silk shirt, bows and arrows and quivers hung under the saddle, and the belt was suffocated to the delicate breasts. Bumping on the horse's back with the ponytail, the little lady has noticeably plumped up these days, and her mouth and cheeks are ripe and lovely like Sinop's cherries.

But the envoys of the Thirteenth Legion had noticeably lost weight these days, and it was evident that the Queen's reserves were in constant flux: Adiana had a bit of a terror that she had become more and more fond of taking a superior position. Trying to use proud new tactics to win greater victories on the "battlefield".

So the maid next to her handed over the roast meat smoked with musk. and when wrapping the testicles of fried cattle and sheep in flour. Ask Calabis to eat it, so that he may show his courage in the hunt on his horse, so that His Excellency the envoy can only smile bitterly. Seeing from afar that she was interested in the relief, Adina's red face was really angry, and she reined in her mount, took out a hunting arrow with a chirp, and put it on the string, and let out a clear whistle. Flying over the head of Calabis as a warning--Bidita, who heard the sound of hunting arrows, hurried with a few cavalry retinues, only to see the cluster of hollowed-out arrows pulled out of the trunk of a tree, and then, smiling, reluctantly stepping on a Parthian mare made of leather: the pedals made of Calabis, together with the choice of a docile dwarf, made Adiana laugh at him, who had been in Rome for a long time, and could not tame a four-legged livestock.

"Brother will tame you!" Calabis said in his heart. But he didn't dare to say it in front of Adiana, he knew that although this little lady was naturally supernatural on the bed. But the skin was quite thin, and because a maid had spoken a few more words to him and laughed at each other when she handed him the aphrodisiac food, the maid was driven by Adiona on horse, and whipped her with a horsewhip a few times, and even her bun was scattered, and if it had not been for Calabis to stop him severely, the unfortunate maid would not have known what would have happened.

You, I really don't know if you want to cover up the relationship, or if you want to be full of shijie to know.

"Amphora, run with me for a while, don't be lazy! With the right hand of Abana, you are on guard to prevent unsuspecting people from entering the hunting grounds. Adiana grunted unhappily again, and then rode her green horse over a section of dead wood that had been chopped down by a thunderstorm, and dragged her ponytail along the lush woods and meadows. Calabis sat straddling the saddle, swaying his feet, closely cooperating with the mare below, and walked around the dead wood with small steps, and then slowly walked away after Adiana's tracks.

They gradually crossed the range of the hunting ground, and ran to the back of the mountain, where Zuihou Adiana stood in front of a steep slope, and Calabis also drank his mount, and under the hill was a gray-white sheep's intestine mountain path, winding between the mountains and the plains, and a dull dark cloud swirled between the foothills, and the shadows began to stretch over the whole mountain like a climb, and it seemed that a heavy rain was about to come.

"Amphora, I had a dream last night. A dream associated with a sacred wheat field. Instead of looking back, Adiana raised her whip and pointed down the hill, where there was a field of wheat waiting to be harvested, so the two men slowly restrained the hooves of their mounts and walked to the peculiar wheat field, which gave Calabis a "strange" feeling, because it still shimmered like gold in the shadow of the rain clouds.

At the end of the wheat field, there was a small temple with smoke billowing from the ritual vessels, and Adiana was right, this might be the sacred place of the Mithra, and Biduita had told him that the Mithra successors would have a strange dream that had been passed down from generation to generation.

"Abna's right hand, I should have told you, yes, our family's strange dreams have always been related to this golden wheat field, the ancestor of the Pontus Empire, Mithridates the first, in fact, no one knows when he rose, he claims to be a descendant of the royal family of the Persian Empire, knows a lot of strategy and knowledge, and quickly expanded a wide range of shili between the valleys of the Red River (Harris River). During the Diadochi War, he was subordinate to Anticonus (i.e., Antigonus I), and later Anticonus camped on the edge of this wheat field when he passed through the Cappadocia Mountains, and at night he dreamed that he sowed gold in this field, but the ripe ears of wheat were all harvested by my ancestor Mithridates the First and transported back to Amasya. ”

"I've read the dream you talked about, I've read it in the scroll, but it's Anticonus' dream."

"There are some things that are not said in the books, but in fact the ancestor also had the same dream as Anticonus, so he realized that he would be killed, so he took six horsemen with him, evaded the pursuit of the Macedonians overnight, and fled to a fortress not far from here. However, fate is fate, and soon Anticonus was killed in the War of the Diadochi, his kingdom fell apart, and Cappadocia and Pontus Sea became the property of the ancestors. ”

"And what about your dreams, Adiana?"

"I dreamed, I dreamed that I and I were having sex with you in this wheat field, and the wheat grew and tasseled like crazy, and then you cut off all the crops and carried them away while I was tired and fell to the ground." After Adiana finished speaking, she lowered her horsewhip, and her demeanor did not look like a joke at all.

Calabis didn't know how to answer for a moment, and in the distance there was already thunder, and the rain was coming. (To be continued......)