Mr. Curritius felt himself greatly humiliated.

He, the great diplomat of the Roman Republic, the noble Roman aristocrat, the third son of the Rufus family, the senator of the Republic, was now being treated as a slave, put in a cage, humiliated and beaten wantonly.

More importantly, these savage barbarians did not allow him to bathe or eat!

This made Curitius, who always had a mysophobia and a self-proclaimed gourmet, simply unbearable!

Three years ago, Curitius, on the orders of the Roman consul, set out from the Roman colonies in Asia Minor and headed to the east to find the remnants of the Seleucid dynasty lost in the east, get in touch with them, and explore

world.

Since Alexander of Macedon's Eastern Expedition, the Greek world has been intermittently in contact with their relatives scattered around the world.

After going through two Punic Wars, the Macedonian War and the Syrian War, the Roman Republic defeated all competitors, took over the flag of Greece, and became the giant that dominated the Mediterranean.

The Romans found news and clues from the East from the city-states of Greece and Macedonia.

Out of a desire for those precious spices and silks from the East.

Thirty years ago, just after the war in Syria ended, the Roman nobles began to actively contact the East.

Curitius was a member of the Roman missions that kept traveling eastwards over the years, and he was also the furthest one. At the same time, he was probably the most unlucky one.

Three years ago, when he set out from Syria, he was a well-dressed man who was sought after by countless ladies and nobles.

He maintained an affair with three noble ladies and four noble men at the same time, and dealt with them.

now……

He looked at his clothes that were in tatters and could not be seen clearly, and his body covered in mud and feces.

Curetius just wanted to die.

He closed his eyes and began to recall the origin of this nightmare.

I still remember that a year ago, when he set foot on the last territory of the Seleucid Kingdom: the land of the Kingdom of Bactria, he was filled with excitement.

Because, on the way, he already knew that the Kingdom of Bactria had ruled a vast area including India decades ago and was the true overlord of the East.

He fully believed that as long as he could reach the Kingdom of Bactria, meet the king, and make a request, the other party would definitely help him find the hometown of spices and silk, the legendary 'Silk Kingdom'.

However, he did not expect that when he met the king of Bactria in its capital.

He found that this ancient kingdom was extremely weak.

The nomads coming from the east destroyed all their self-confidence and confidence.

The entire kingdom could only tremble under the iron hooves of the Eastern barbarians, completely forgetting the honor of their ancestors.

Their army is even more cowardly.

Completely lacking in combat effectiveness.

The entire Kingdom of Bactria has actually surrendered to the nomadic barbarians who call themselves the "Yue Zhi People".

As for the news about Silk Country?

The Bactrians knew nothing about it, but by chance, Curitius learned about it from the Yuezhi people.

The country of silk is still further east.

However, the world's most terrifying demonic nations, the Wusun and the Xiongnu, are blocking the way. All goods and news from the Silk Kingdom must pass through the hands of those two demons before they can reach the west.

Curitius sneered at this.

What devil?

The great Roman nobles were not afraid of any challenger.

Hannibal and his Carthaginian army fell at the feet of the Romans.

There was nothing in the world that the Romans were afraid of.

In particular, today's Roman Republic is in its heyday.

As a member of the ruling class of this regime, Curitius did not believe that anyone in the world would dare to attack the great Roman citizen, the third son of the Senate Senator, he, Curitius.

With such confidence, Curitius hired more than a dozen guides and continued on the road with his own envoys.

They passed through the areas where Cypriots gathered and headed east smoothly.

On the way, Curitius even encountered several clearly Hellenistic city-states, where he stayed for a few days and gained more knowledge about the East.

Eventually, Curitius arrived at a colony that the Bactrians had abandoned decades earlier, had become independent, and elected their king.

They call themselves Dawan.

These Dawan people were very enthusiastic towards Curitius. They not only helped him and his envoys to move forward, but also provided guides.

But the nightmare happened after they crossed the border of Dawan.

A savage barbarian cavalry attacked Curitius's mission and wiped out all the escorting armed forces of the mission. Then, they captured Curitius and the remaining people as slaves.

stand up.

These days, no matter how much Curetius protested and how angry he was.

The barbarians gave him no other response except whips and torture. Even if the accompanying guide, a Dawan man who was also captured, explained to the barbarian nobles and generals in the local language, it was of no avail.

Curitius even heard the contemptuous laughter of these barbarian generals when they heard that he came from the far west, the most powerful country in the world: Rome!

They seemed to be saying: Rome? Is that a magical horse? The most powerful? You are laughing so hard!

Subsequently, Curitius's fate experienced numerous twists and turns.

At first, Curitius was told that the great Hun Gutu, appointed by heaven, needed sacrifices to offer sacrifices to heaven. White slaves like him were the best tribute to please the gods.

So Curitius was carried and thrown into a river. After washing his body, he was loaded into a prison car and drove eastward.

On the road to the east, Curitius waited in despair for his death.

At first, he thought that this eastern barbarian kingdom was probably similar to Syria.

But soon, he knew he was wrong.

Half a month later, when the prison car passed through countless city-states and kingdoms, and crossed countless grasslands and rivers. However, the capital of the barbarians was still out of reach.

On this day, the prison car arrived at a barbarian tribe as usual.

Faintly, Curitius heard waves of kowtows.

He barely opened his eyes and saw only a barbarian nobleman with a terrifying copper ring tied to his nose and disheveled hair. He was speaking to the cavalry kneeling at his feet. During this half-month hellish journey, Curry

With nothing to do, Theus began to learn the language of these barbarians who called themselves Huns.

Although the other party spoke very fast, Curitius still heard two key words: slave and transfer.

This made him tremble all over: Am I going to die today?

However, a moment later, Curitius saw the Hun noble who had just lectured from the prison car, standing in front of him, looked at him with contempt, and then said a lot of Curitius

Si half understands the words.

Fortunately, this time, someone was finally willing to translate.

Next to the nobleman, a slave who was obviously a Greek race lowered his head and translated to himself in Dawan language: "Slave, you are lucky. Originally, you should be dedicated to the gods as a sacrifice, but

, Now, the great Zhengli Gutu has decided to give you as a gift to the emperor of the Han Dynasty. Thank you Zhengli Gutu for his kindness, slave!"

It was difficult for Curitius to describe his mood at this moment.

very complicated.

Both ashamed and excited, excited and scared.

Curitius knew that this was the king of this barbaric people who called themselves the Huns.

This king had a vast territory, a powerful army, and countless people and slaves.

This was a barbarian empire that was not inferior to Rome, or even more powerful than Rome.

Curitius always thought that this barbarian leader was probably the last and most powerful king on the eastern border of the world.

The entire East is under his control, and even the legendary Silk Kingdom may be just a vassal of his men. On the way, Curitius saw many city-states and kingdoms, and trembled under the iron hoof of the Huns.

But today, a brand new term jumped into his ears: Han Dynasty?

This speech is very strange, especially since it was made in Dawan language.

There is an indescribable smell.

emperor?

A title similar to that of Alexander the Great?

Behind these doubts, one fact made Curitius's whole soul tremble: Emperor of the Han Dynasty? Han Dynasty? Zeus, is there a powerful power in the east of this world that is not inferior to the Xiongnu empire?

?

At this moment, Curitius had an intuition: the so-called Han Dynasty should be the home of spices and silk, the last territory of the Eastern world.

What kind of empire should that be?

Curitius became a little envious.
To be continued...