Crusader Kings: Prisoners of War

After being sent back to the tent by Nicanor, Orville was not put in shackles, which was probably a kind of recognition. After the other party left the tent, he sat on the ground with cold sweat, gasping for breath, his hands trembling constantly, but he felt fortunate in his heart.

Fortunately, he bet right. First of all, he bet on the style of ability, that is, physical contact with others can trigger the ability, and secondly, he bet on the approximate identity of the other party.

He bet that this Vespa was similar to the Roman emperor Vespasian in history. After the system authentication, it was indeed true. The other party was an ambitious person. After knowing this, he dared to say such treasonous words. If the commander who was loyal to the emperor heard that he was flattered by this, it would be considered as taking care of the foreigner if he didn't tear Orville to pieces.

In the final analysis, he wanted to prove that he was a smart man and that his head was still useful, so he told the other party that kind of "prophecy". Both sides understood that the so-called prophecy was just an excuse. Vespa saw that his idea was seen through. He could either kill the too smart people or recruit too smart people. Fortunately, Vespa chose the latter for Orville, who had no power and was very easy to control. Orville was lucky enough to save his life.

After relieving for more than ten minutes, he basically calmed down, put on his black cloak, and walked out of the tent.

As soon as he opened the curtain of the tent, there were more than a dozen tall and strong soldiers blocking the door, staring at him covetously.

Orville lowered his head and tried to pretend that he didn't see anything and slipped through the gap between them, but was pushed back heavily by the leader of the other party.

He took a breath. It was obvious that he was being sought for revenge. Their comrades and even relatives might have died in his hands. Therefore, although coming to retaliate violated military regulations, it was also reasonable. There was nothing to complain about in ancient times.

While he was thinking about how to save his life, a bright voice came from behind the crowd: "What are you all doing here? Welcome new colleagues? You are enthusiastic enough."

Everyone froze, then turned around and saluted in a panic: "Leader!"

"If you have nothing to do, go away. Don't do anything that will affect your future. He is now your colleague. What is the crime of attacking your colleague? Do you want to bring shame to your family?!"

"But."

"It is the general's mission to lead the troops in battle. It is a cowardly act to retaliate for this. Hannibal killed so many soldiers and was able to live in Rome and be accepted by Rome. Can't you even accept a Parfi? You can laugh at him for being a surrendering and flattering coward, he is indeed like that, but heroic behavior should not be hostile."

Mission and honor are absolutely correct topics in Rome. When the superior says such things to you, the soldiers below cannot refute it no matter how unhappy they are. After being educated, they glared at Orville fiercely and left reluctantly.

After the crowd dispersed, Orville could take a good look at his savior. This woman was a rare sight in the military camp, and she was pretty. Her long golden hair was tied up behind her head, her skin was fair, her facial features were delicate and well-defined, and she looked young and beautiful.

Unlike the ancient world, this world has another unspoken rule. For some women with "talents", they can live like men.

Specifically for Rome, it means having citizenship, assuming corresponding obligations, and having your own name, rather than just the family name.

After all, a warrior with talent can easily chop down 20 or 30 big men, and those who can cast spells or similar skills are even more unpredictable. From the perspective of attracting capable people, this is an acceptable move.

Obviously, this legion commander is a talented person, otherwise he would not have joined the army and held a high position.

"I am Tia Flavia Vespasia, the acting commander of the 12th Legion. I will be your boss and protector for some time to come. You also know that you are not welcome, especially in the 12th Legion's garrison."

Perhaps there should be another talent, such as "my governor father" or "my consul father", which is rarer than magic talent.

"I understand. There are some historical issues between the two sides. Is there anything I can do for you?"

The 12th Legion "Thunder" was originally stationed nearby. In the early days of the rebellion, they were the first to fight with the Palfy people. Because the opponent's old commander was a mediocre person, they were lured into the depths by the Palfy people. The 12th Legion was defeated and even the eagle flag, which was the symbol of the legion, was seized. This was a great humiliation that no soldier could accept. The warlords in the Holy City often pulled out the eagle flag to show off and parade in the streets, so Orville was very clear about this matter and knew that he was very unwelcome here.

Tia looked at Orville repeatedly with her bright eyes, then shook her head honestly to deny: "To be honest, I don't think you can help me, but this is my father's order, so you can follow me as my attendant, which can better guarantee your safety. Centurion Aryan is a very impulsive and energetic person, so you'd better have less contact with soldiers other than me. Just in case, I ask, can you read and write?"

"I can read and write Latin and the common Aramaic here. I have some knowledge of arithmetic, rhetoric, epic, history, law, music and drama, whether it is the Parvi people or the Romans, which should be able to help you eliminate some of the boredom brought by the military journey."

The other party obviously didn't like him very much, and Orville was also very clear about his position-not doing unnecessary things, just being quiet and worry-free and bringing some fun.

Tia did not comment, took out a delicate leather book from her waist, and handed it to Orville. The skin of both sides also touched, and the other party's information was transmitted to his mind.

[Tia. Flavia. Vespasia, the brave and generous general]

[Diplomacy: 13 Military: 25 Management: 17 Strategy: 7 Knowledge: 23]

She said casually: "What I encountered today, what I will deal with in the future, write it down in categories. By the way, change your gloomy clothes for me. Wearing a cloak all day long, only rats in the sewers who are afraid of light do this. It's annoying to see. As a member of the legion, you should wear armor and military uniforms."

Thinking about the information in his mind, Orville cursed the other party in his heart for not understanding his taste, but on the surface he bowed respectfully and nodded.

PS. I would like to complain on behalf of some readers about why the Latins have the same hair color as the Germanic barbarians. Historical records show that "Titus" and "Domitian" did have blonde hair. This is only partially in line with history. Although it is a joke and nonsense, it is true.