I am reborn as a lord in Rome

Excerpt from Woolley's

parchment diary when he was a teenager:

"On May 5, the 120th year of the Julian calendar, I have been in this world for ten years, but every time I look up at the night sky and see the two moons, one large and one small, my heart is still filled with a deep ...... of loneliness, fear and

helplessness." "On the 11th day of the seventh month of the 122nd year of Julian calendar, my father in this world died, and thankfully he was no longer suffering from alcohol, sickness, and the torment of his third wife, and he had made a vivid image of a miser and visionary with his pride and indifference, and now he could take this 'good habit' to the grave at last, for I had just heard the woman tell the servant to buy the cheapest coffin ......."

"On the 17th day of the 7th month of the 122nd year of the Julian calendar, just after burying my father, I heard that there was another battle in the Assyrian Valley, and this was the seventh battle fought in fifteen years.

On the 24th day of July in the 122nd year of the Julian calendar, my father's third wife finally had a showdown, and she actually wanted to drive me, the real Master Green, out of this house, which was undoubtedly a sad thing, but I felt a little happy in my heart, which was also very strange......

"Note: The above diary has never actually been read, because it was recorded in history as a "turbulent age" , but its font was not the Assyrian script or Hurlett script that was commonly used at that time, but a square, intricate typeface, and this strange script was eventually called the "First Citizen Book of Heaven" ......

Chapter 1 Pot of Gold (Part I)

On July 25, 122 in the Julian calendar, Woolley moved out of the Grendor Manor, where he had lived for twelve years—it was a bit of an exaggeration to call it an estate, and although there were still a few vineyards and fields around it, its buildings were the smallest and most dilapidated of all the estates in Seneca.

Woolley didn't inherit much from Daddy Drunkard, because he was fifth in the succession line of Daddy Drunkard, which was even lower than his younger brother, who was less than three months old, so when Woolley left the manor, in addition to a package containing clothes and a parchment, he had five silver coins pinned to his waist, which was not a small amount, and if he saved a little, it would be enough for three adults to eat bread for a month.

When the news of Woolley's departure spread, the thirty-five slaves on the manor were very sad, because Woolley was the first person they had met in their lives who had no master at all, he was very active, but he never bullied the slaves, and even quietly stole food from the kitchen to distribute it to the slaves who were not fed, although he had been repeatedly punished by the man for this, but he never stopped doing this kind of kindness.

The slaves remembered Woolley's words, "Class exists, but all men should be treated with a minimum of respect, unless he is hopelessly degenerate." "

The slaves will never forget the song that Woolley sang for years, and although no one could understand the lyrics, every time Woolley sang the song under the tree at night, the slaves couldn't help but feel a little sad. Woolley said that the song came from an ancient tribe, and the name of the song was "Don't Be Afraid".

As Woolley walked out of the manor, he smiled and waved at the slaves who were watching him......

"Oh my God, he's still a kid. One of the slaves said with tears in her eyes.

In response to her was the sighs of the other slaves.

Woolley walked into the cheapest tavern in Seneca City, the owner of the tavern was named Moff, who had bought this two-story tuft only four hundred paces from the city gate four hundred years earlier, and after half a month, it had become a paradise for fishermen, drunkards, and low-class prostitutes, and was filled with carnal desires, wine, the smell of sweat, and fish.

Woolley is here not only because it's the cheapest tavern in town, but also because it's the cheapest hotel in town.

When Woolley frowned and covered his nose into the tavern, the people in the tavern were silent for two seconds, and then all kinds of chatter, whistles, and several drunkards and fishermen who knew him began to laugh unscrupulously.

"It turned out to be Young Master Woolley, what kind of wind is blowing today? The young master of Glindor Manor actually came to the place where the poor people stayed......

" "You were kicked out by Lady Leah, it must be like this, of course, if you were a little older, maybe Lady Leah would not have done this, if you were still very 'talented', I guess Lady Leah would not mind marrying you like she married your father, hahahaha......

". Woolley walked to the counter with a blank face, and said to, who was standing desperately covering his mouth and frowning, "Give me a room and a bottle of wine." "

Woolley, you can't drink at your age, unless you want to do something else. laughed as he removed a key from the keyboard on the wall, but instead of rushing to hand it to Woolley, he asked, "Woolley, how long do you want to stay?"

Woolley pulled out two silver coins.

glanced at the silver coin: "Six days."

"Eight days, plus a bottle of wine, or I'll find another home." Woolley said.

"No, Woolley, I promise you'll never find a cheaper one in Seneca than I am, let alone a bottle of wine. Moff raised his chin proudly.

"I happen to know one, do you want me to name it? It opened just a few days ago. Woolley made a move to reclaim the two silver coins.

"Well, for the sake of Lord Glindo's frequent visit, though he has ascended to heaven. A smile spread across's face.

"Then I'll stay for four days, and this one is yours. Woolley smiled and withdrew a silver coin, "Don't look at me like that, give me the key and the wine."

hesitated for a moment, and threw the key to Woolly with a helpless face, a silver coin for four days is never a good price, because during these four days, he still has to take care of Woolley's three meals a day, and there is basically no profit.

Four days later, Woolley left the Mov inn and got into the ox cart bound for the Assyrian Gorge, which contained several large rolls of thick hemp rope bought for two silver coins, a fine linen cloth ten cubits long and wide, and a packet of rye flour and the untouched bottle of wine, and he spent the last two silver coins on his body to get on the cart—it was more than a hundred and forty miles from the Assyrian valley, and he must not walk.

The Assyrian Gorge is the boundary between the Anubis Mountains and the Assyrian Mountains, as well as the boundary between the Assyrians and the Hulets, with a total length of more than 700 li and less than 20 li at its widest point.

The Assyrian Gorge is flanked to the north by the Hullits and to the south by the Assyrian territory, and the steep and towering mountains on both sides of the gorge are indisputable natural barriers, which both block the enemy's advance and the restlessness of their own armies—there are only a few places in the Assyrian Gorge that lead to each other's territory, and these places have become the customary battlefield for both sides, because only here can accommodate large-scale military confrontations.

What is the largest scale? 30,000 against 30,000.

Where is the largest battlefield? How big is it? The answer is that Wu Lai's destination this time is Honggu Bay, the Assyrian Gorge, the battlefield is nearly 20 miles long and nearly 10 miles wide, the terrain is flat, and there are many river ravines. Perhaps it was a battlefield deliberately designed by God for both sides, and the Athanasius River, which was more than 700 miles long, suddenly became narrow in this section and divided into more than a dozen ditches.

The war was a tragic one, but in Woolley's eyes, the bloody war between the Assyrians and the Hullits had no spectacle or practical value, and was at best a reality show orchestrated by the ruling classes on both sides to secure their dominance, because even if one side wins, it will not have enough strength to encroach on the entire territory of the other side - the number of troops available to each side is less than 100,000.

By the time Woolley arrived near Red Valley Bay in the Assyrian Gorge, the battle between the two sides was nearing its end, and if nothing happened, the battle would have been a draw again - although the two sides continued to fight at multiple points at the same time, but also continued the habit of using Red Valley Bay as a guide for victory and defeat. In the next few days, both sides will retreat to their own fortresses and seal the gates of the passes, and then the nobles will gather their strength and send messengers to deliver letters to each other, and it doesn't matter if the content of the letters is insulting, humiliating, or whatever, anyway, every once in a while, the two sides will do it again.

Instead of following the ox cart into the fort, Woolley walked more than thirty miles down the mountain with his package in the direction of the lower reaches of Honggu Bay, which took him most of the day, and the next morning he climbed a steep cliff along a rugged path, and after lying on the edge of the cliff for a while, he walked more than three miles downstream, and then roped himself down the steep slope - there was no way to go here.

This place was told to him by Woolley's drunkard father, and when he told him why he liked this place, Woolley, who had always thought that his father's head had been soaked in inferior alcohol, felt for the first time in his life that this miser's imagination was not bad.

Daddy was drunk and said, "Hey, there's money everywhere there, and there's thousands of silver coins waiting for us to pick it up......," and

when Woolley heard this, his heart suddenly felt a little sad, because he knew that Daddy would never want to go there again—he obviously knew that he was terminally ill, otherwise how could he be willing to take a big gulp of the good wine that had been treasured for many years, instead of continuing to drink the bad wine that could buy four bottles with half a coin as before.

Forty paces ahead of the hill is a bay on both sides of the fast-flowing Athanasius River, a rare one – so calm that it has nothing to do with the turbulence beyond.

Daddy said that the money was in the bay, and Woolley only glanced at it, and his head was dizzy, not because of excitement, but because it was definitely a scene that made everyone feel creepy—in the bay, which was about five meters vertical from the riverbank, at least fifty corpses were quietly soaked in the water, motionless, some of them had begun to decompose, and some of them did not look complete.

This is what Daddy meant by "money"—he meant things on corpses, such as armor, money bags, gold and silver ornaments, ......

At the end of each day's battle, both sides like to loot the corpses of the dead on their side and throw them into the Athanasius River, of course, most of the corpses will be carried out by the current, and some will be smashed into the sea, and a small part will be smashed to pieces by the boulders at the bottom of the water, and only a very small part will float to this calm inlet and stay there- You know, not all corpses have time to be looted, because the time to loot and insult corpses to provoke each other is often not too long.

The moment he saw the corpses, Woolley's mood was mixed, feeling both sad and happy that his father's words had been confirmed, and uneasy about what he was going to do next.

"I didn't expect that the first pot of gold in this life was actually a dead man's wealth, Amitabha, God bless. Woolley endured a growing feeling of nausea as he prayed to the two great gods who had never appeared before in this world.

Although there is still a period of time before dark, Woolley still began to prepare for camping, this is not the rainy season, even if you camp on the riverbank, you don't need to worry about sleeping until midnight being washed away by the surging river, but the prevention of mosquitoes and poisonous snakes is also indispensable, so Woolley selected a big tree with many branches on the hillside on the bank of the river, and once again reviewed the outdoor skills of the year in this world, of course, it is also a top priority to deal with many scratches on the body and pick up the blisters on the soles of the feet and palms.

After all that was done, the sun slowly faded, and in the last rays of the day, Woolley climbed onto the rope bed and covered his thin body with the fine linen.

After a short while, fatigue set in, and Woolley simply fell asleep - he was too tired from the day, after all, he was only a twelve-year-old boy now.

As the midnight breeze swept through the rope bed, Woolley dreamed again, and in the dream, he was back to the day he graduated from college, the hats and gowns, the smiles of the teachers, the tears of his classmates, and the ...... of the pages of the books flying in the wind