Marvel Book of Magical Events

Chapter 1706 Chapter 1702 The Wheel and the Final Wine

He is quickly adapting to his new identity.

This new identity should be called a teacher, but in this era it is called a priest. Even though this title is quite disgusting to the person involved, he has to accept the reality. After the collapse of the short-lived Greek guilds, before the Enlightenment and the Renaissance, clergy were a group that mastered knowledge. With knowledge, one could master wealth. This was a common phenomenon on this planet - in the West, this kind of organization was called the Church. In the East, it is called Menwei - this is the knowledge Captain Miller read from the Emperor's library. The so-called library is actually a tablet computer given to him by Dinah. This data tablet stores a large amount of knowledge that he has never had access to in the American education system. This will be all the textbooks he will need for his future work, and Sociology Not Called Science will also be included as extended reading material for "Unified Truth".

As the high priest and the emperor's messenger, he received a considerable degree of hospitality, but this hospitality was somewhat too much for him to bear. After receiving the emperor's gift, the half-farming, half-gathering, and half-hunting tribe treated part of the gift as hospitality for the guests and as a tribute to the high priest. The tribe invited Captain Miller to cross a shallow irrigation canal into their communal hut made of mud bricks, and presented him with their most precious food in clay pots.

But Captain Miller just couldn't swallow the fat that was full of mutton.

In this era, fat full of grease was the best food, and bread was baked with barley flour and acorn powder simply ground by primitive stone mills. After a period of dryness, teeth can easily chip away if you are not careful. . Captain Miller found that almost the entire tribe was looking at him with unbearable eagerness, and he was completely unable to resist this enthusiasm. Fortunately, humans in Mesopotamia in this era have mastered relatively primitive brewing technology. This is the best news Captain Miller thinks he heard from the Praetorian Guards today - except that he did not Finding the imaginary brown wine that was bubbling and cool in the mouth - when the Guards gently pointed to a clay pot, Captain Miller realized that the clay pot in front of him was as thick as sticky porridge. The semi-solidified solid is what is called barley beer.

With the entire tribe watching, he could only randomly stuff a few pieces of boiled fat and lettuce into his mouth, then use a small clay bowl to dig out a piece of primitive beer from the clay pot, and then swallow all the food into his stomach. . Immediately afterwards, the women of the entire tribe began to cheer and sing. The Custodes sent to Captain Miller to protect him told him that these women were celebrating the acceptance of their sacrifices to Ninkasi, the goddess of beer. Captain Miller smelled the smell of mutton from the clay pot, and finally decided to respect the local folk beliefs and sacrifice this meal to Ninkasi, the goddess of beer, even if it was an original meal with no bubbles, only solids and a small amount of clear liquid. Beer is better than unpalatable bread and fatty meat that smells fishy.

The children as "sacrifice" also participated in this party. They surrounded Captain Miller and tried to stay away from the Praetorian Guards around the campfire. The emperor left half of the caravan near this farming tribe, not far nor close. Also left with the caravan were two janitors. Among them, the one responsible for protecting Captain Miller was Hammura Compare. The other half of the convoy took the sheep to the nomadic tribe. Captain Miller had no idea what the emperor wanted to do. Captain Miller found that not only these children, but also the adults in the tribe tried to avoid getting close. Praetorian Guard. After the firelight released by the bonfire was reflected by the golden armor, the brightness of the entire open space increased by several percent. This phenomenon was regarded as a miracle. The women in the tribe placed the clay pots filled with food far away in the forbidden area. The guards quickly left in front of them, not staying for a moment. No matter how much Captain Miller tried to persuade them, the two Guardsmen had no intention of eating the food. They just stood there, like the rocks that stood there forever.

He also discovered that the children who were sacrificed had no intention of returning to their original families.

The children selected by the emperor had the most basic logical skills, and in fact these children were already aware of their status as sacrifices. Now they are burnt offerings, belonging to God rather than their original family or tribe. No matter how much they are reluctant to part with them, they will be driven out - even if they are not sacrifices, in the eyes of those children's original families and even the entire tribe, they are worthless. It is a good deal to exchange a few children with little labor ability for a relatively large flock. At least this flock can allow the tribe to continue for a few more years. As the natural environment changes, the wild sheep herds gradually shrink, so humans during the Ubeid period have begun to domesticate cattle and pigs, but both are attempts after the tribe's food surplus - even though Captain Miller used The few words and gestures he had just learned stammered to signal the child to return to his parents, and all he could get was a cry. Captain Miller had no choice but to share with these children the bread, mutton, lentils and vetches in the clay pots around him, as well as the soup made with a lot of wild ginger and salt, trying not to look at the guardsmen not far away. expression.

He knew that he must have done something stupid that would be laughed at.

At the end of what might be called a "banquet" or "communion service," everyone was perfectly content except Captain Miller. The air was humid and hot, endless amounts of moisture evaporating from the cooling earth and condensing in the cooling night air. Captain Miller was thinking wildly. He was worried whether today's dinner party would evolve into some fixed religious ceremony thousands of years later. In the end, he thought his idea was ridiculous. He was planning to have a good night's sleep in the caravan tonight, away from the wet ground, when the oldest male in the tribe came over with a few teenagers.

Through the translation of the data pad and the random gestures, he roughly guessed what the other party meant.

"You want wheels?"

Captain Miller pointed at the caravan and all he got was a confused shake of the head. Then there was another burst of gesticulation, they pointed down, patted their own chests and patted the young man's shoulders, as well as the wood and a smooth round stone brought by several young men. The stones were rolling around on the ground, and the boy continued to gesture with the wood, speaking words that did not form sentences - in the Mesopotamian plains, wood was an extremely precious material, and the cost of building a caravan for the Praetorian Guards It was an entire forest as far as the eye could see on the plain—something Captain Miller later learned. Although the climate here is humid, salinization is quite serious.

"You want to learn how to make wheels?" Captain Miller glanced at the Praetorian Guards. This sentence was said in English, which no Obeid could understand. He finally said, "Okay."

"Okay." The boy repeated the word awkwardly, with a smile on his light brown face, as if he had discovered something new, "okay."

This was Captain Miller's first job, teaching the Neolithic Obeid people how to make wheels. Regardless, he was glad to see that they, the time travelers, had not brought war to this era.

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War will never stop, and neither will those who carry it out.

A dull crash came from behind the armor in front of her, and the sizzle of metal squeezing and melting even briefly drowned out the roar of the engines that shook the hull. Titila pulled the switch, and the thick armored hydraulic front hatch of the assault transport craft slowly opened. A small amount of air rushed to leak out from the gap, and then the hot air from the engine crashed in like an invisible weight of air.

As the executor of this war, Tita walked out of the cabin first and entered the space station, followed closely by the leader of the heavy weapons team, Ola, and the other androids also used perfect tactical moves to cover each other. It is very empty here, and everything that is not fixed is sucked into space by the negative pressure, including those alien aliens. A few unlucky ones clung to whatever they could get their hands on, and when they saw the Sisterhood, the latter gave them a few explosive bombs without hesitation. The environment here is close to a vacuum, but the artificial gravitational field still firmly adheres the alien limbs to the deck.

It may be some kind of automatic emergency procedure, or an order issued by an excellent space commander. The response of this space is extremely fast. Before the Sisters, the first commando to land, jumped in, the air-tight doors on both sides of the cabin and in front of Tita had been closed. She has no doubt that behind those three airtight doors, the alien aliens in this space station have organized a defense force - they are now facing the most dangerous situation in space warfare - they do not understand the inside of this space station Organization, there is no way to obtain relevant information. Even the prophets in the Immortal City underground in Rome cannot foresee the situation they will face. This also means that they cannot directly raid the enemy's bridge and paralyze the opponent's defense facilities and energy centers. If the gang-hopping war is dragged into a protracted war, it will mean the failure of the attacking side.

"Magnetic boots locked! Heavy weapons team, cover the installation of the melta bomb!" Then she changed the communication channel, "This is the first landing point, report the situation of other landing points."

"Firefight at second landing site."

"A third landing site is being established."

Tita leaned her shield on her lap. She raised one palm in a gesture, signaling the assault team to install the melta bomb and quickly withdraw. "Prepare to detonate. Assault team prepares." The flames detonated by the melta bomb are enough to blind anyone who looks directly at the explosion site. The molten metal sparks are accompanied by loud noises and smoke, and rain down all around. Tita lifted the shield and held the long sword given by the emperor tightly in her other hand. "Come in and kill all these alien bastards!"

Tarien Cassius walked up and down, cursing.

He saw the enemies jumping to the space station through the monitoring equipment. He was very sure that these attackers were definitely not biochemical orcs from the Dark Order, nor were they other competitors from Hara Star spying on the Cassius family's property, but armed forces that had never been seen before. A possibility occurred to him, a possibility that he dismissed over and over again in his mind, but as more and more information came to the bridge, the weight of that possibility increased on the other side of the scale.

The room was very noisy, with almost every creature that could make sounds using vocal organs expressing their thoughts, and the cool, purified, constant-temperature air could not calm their moods much. "Shut up! Shut up, everyone!" he yelled, "I told you, calm down! It's not Thanos who's attacking us!"

"Cassius, you promised us!" Another Kree growled, "You promised, Ronan has abandoned the C-53 planet!"

"It was not Ronan who attacked us!" Talian Cassius glanced at the so-called allies in the alliance. These stupid and short-sighted creatures thought that he was only trying to plunder resources before the arrival of the dark overlord Thanos. Even "Predator" Ronan only valued this planet because of a traitor.

No, these are not Planet C-53's values. The true value of Planet C-53 comes from a rumor spread by collectors from an unknown place - Planet C-53 has a "hidden blue gem". It is also because of this rumor that the Dark Overlord Thanos Plan to come here. This rumor was worth spending one-fifth of the Cassius family's working capital to purchase and repair this ancient scientific research space station - he called the planet a "hidden blue gem" just to confuse the rumors and avoid Other investors discover the truth.

"Ronan has abandoned Planet C-53 and he will not come back."

"Who attacked us?"

"Maybe it's an intelligent creature from C-53."

"Tee!" The Kree snapped his tongue disdainfully, "The intelligent creatures on that planet can't get out of this star system yet! They can't even break away from the orbit of the star!"

"The data is out of date!" Talian Cassius retorted unceremoniously. "Yon-Rogg once piloted a fighter plane and crashed on the C-53 planet. Perhaps it was that fighter plane that allowed the technology of the C-53 planet to be obtained. development..."

"It doesn't matter!" shouted another alien wearing a gorgeous golden robe and looking almost the same as a Kree, "solve this matter quickly!"

"I have dispatched the defense forces of the Cassius family to resist the invaders, Councilor Bonarion." Talian Cassius waved his hand. He was really tired of arguing with these short-sighted creatures. "After repelling the invaders, you need to invest more." He said, "I once persuaded you to increase investment and purchase fighter planes, but you refused. You believed that the C-53 planet was incapable of resisting. Now the situation has changed, but C- It is absolutely impossible for Planet 53 to accumulate a powerful space fleet in dozens of standard years. We only need some fighters and defensive firepower to solve the problem. Please leave the bridge now, and I will command the defense forces to repel the invaders."

"We will let the escort join the defense force." Senator Bonarion smiled, staring at Talian Cassius with evil eyes, "But we will not go anywhere until the invaders are repulsed. This space station is our entire investment, and as the executor, you have Yiwu to protect our property, right?"

Tarien Cassius took a deep breath, and he saw the same distrust in the eyes of other investors in the alliance. These people did not believe him and were worried that he would abandon them and leave. "Very well, thank you for your help." He forced out a smile, "If the defense force fails, I will provide you with the decisive wine - when everything is lost, we will usher in a glorious death. Before that, we Unparalleled savage strength will be achieved - this is the Cassius family tradition that I am honored to share with you."