I, Mordred, Never Lie

As one of the world's major powers, the Roman Empire expanded continuously with its powerful military, extending its borders to the entire Mediterranean Sea and further north to Gaul and Britain.

Although cultural customs differ, the fundamental principles remain the same. Similar to how the Han Dynasty next door would prioritize recruits from respectable families, the Roman Empire also had professional soldiers.

As the name suggests, professional soldiers are soldiers who have signed contracts with the Empire and are specifically used for military operations.

Considering the era, this was an extremely advanced system, and it was through this system that the Roman Empire possessed its formidable military strength and was able to conquer such a vast territory.

Don't assume that ancient wars always involved hundreds of thousands of troops clashing, or that there were scenes in TV dramas where a prince with 500,000 heavily armored cavalry would compete with the emperor for a woman, only to have an imperial edict order him to commit suicide. These scenarios are not true.

Absolutely impossible!

Putting aside whether that prince is mentally ill, 500,000 cavalry, heavily armored at that! You could easily defeat any Chieftain in the world, yet you still obey imperial edicts.

Even if we assume the prince is absolutely loyal, for the emperor to issue an imperial edict to a prince with such terrifying military power, unless he possesses some kind of magnetic field, he must be out of his mind.

Even if we take a step back and consider the backwardness of ancient times, let alone 500,000 Shen cavalry, just 50,000 half-Shen cavalry would be enough to contend for the Central Plains and declare that they were ordained by Heaven and would live a long and prosperous life!

The truth is that these so-called million-strong armies are largely fabricated. If you cut them in half, at least half of the remaining half would be conscripted soldiers, serving as cannon fodder and auxiliary troops.

These cannon fodder might not even have proper weapons, let alone luxury items like armor; at best, they might have a spear.

Before being struck by a meteor into this cesspool, Mordred had witnessed this phenomenon in the Slav Region.

There's nothing new in history; those conscripted cannon fodder never had time for proper training. They were simply dressed in green camouflage, given an AK, and sent to the front lines. (Seriously! They didn't even receive the most basic five months of training; some only had two weeks.)

It was thanks to these professional soldiers that the Roman Empire, possessing one of the strongest military forces of its time, amassed such a vast territory and accumulated immense wealth.

The way Mordred and Horus devised to make money was based on this.

Three full days have passed since Makara adopted the dog as her father, and during these three days, the people of Wus have seen a woman parading around with two dogs.

Even more amazingly, these two dogs can actually speak human language; the one with the longer legs is named Romus, and the one with the shorter legs is named Remus.

In this era of entertainment scarcity, boasting has become the most popular form of entertainment. The appearance of Mordred and Horus instantly attracted countless onlookers and generated all sorts of rumors.

The most famous of these is the story of the Rome's She-Wolf!

According to rumors, these two magical creatures, though they look like dogs, are actually two wolves abandoned by their mother (Eldar?) at birth.

When they were on the verge of starvation, they met a woman Makara. Kind-hearted Makara couldn't bear to see them die, so she gave them her last food—five salted fish and two flatbreads.

It was thanks to the power of these Five Fish and Two Cakes that the brothers Romus and Remus were saved. To repay this kind lady, the two Space Wolves recognized Malaca as their mother, and this is the so-called Rome's She-Wolf!

Unexpectedly, even the Beast possess the capacity to repay kindness. The gods who witnessed this scene wept, urging upon them to unleash their supreme divine power. With two drops of their tears, they enlightened the Space Wolves, bestowing upon them extraordinary wisdom, enabling them to speak human language and comprehend the meaning of life and death.

In the bustling city streets, all sorts of people stopped to watch—nobles, scholars, soldiers, slaves—representing every profession, all attentively listening to the explanation given by the Space Wolves named Remus.

"Master, do you think there's any hope for my illness?"

"It's incurable. From what I can tell, you must be a nobleman from a wealthy family, yet you are deathly pale and sweating profusely."

For someone your age, this shouldn't be the case. If you're not in a bad situation, have you been feeling weak and lethargic lately, or even breaking out in a cold sweat with the slightest exertion? You're cursed, and your days are numbered."

"Nonsense! How could that be!" The noble youth, diagnosed with a death sentence, vehemently denied it. No one would feel good being cursed to be dying.

Mordred knew this would happen, so she jumped onto Horus, looking down at the stubborn kid.

"Since you don't believe me, why don't you take a few steps and see if you feel dizzy or lightheaded?"

Without hesitation, Wus Constantine rose up, determined to prove himself and secure his reputation.

Before Constantine could even regain his footing, he tripped and fell flat on his backside. Everyone who saw this was amazed!

Nonsense. With Mordred's build, which is about the same height as a beer bottle when he's lying down, anyone would have to squat down to talk to him. Plus, after being exposed to the sun all day, this noble boy, who has been indulging in a life of pleasure and debauchery for years, simply collapsed from insufficient blood supply to his brain.

As the saying goes, it's better to believe it exists than not to believe it doesn't. Even though everyone knows that you'll feel dizzy when you stand up after squatting for a long time, what can you do when these two dogs in front of you can talk?

Even in the future, there will be no shortage of God-Human, after a quick search on Baidu, believe they have some incurable disease.

"Master, save me! I'm still young, the only son in my family, and I want to inherit the family fortune after my father dies!"

"Sigh~" Mordred stood up, stretched out his paw to stroke Constantine's head, and a look of compassion for a celestial being appeared on his dog face:

"Kid, you must have done something that would incur divine and universal condemnation, otherwise why would anyone want to harm you? Think about it carefully."

"..."

Constantine was a bit slow-witted. It wasn't that he couldn't think of it, but rather that he couldn't distinguish which bad thing it was. If you included things like breaking into a widow's house in the middle of the night, you could talk about it all day long.

Seeing this, Horus slightly opened his eyes, picked up Mordred, and prepared to leave, muttering something to himself, "Good deeds will be rewarded, and evil deeds will be punished. Let's not bother with this sinner."

But Constantine wasn't about to let Mordred leave so easily; he pounced on him and clung to Horus's Dog's Leg.

"Master—I really don't want to die!"

At this moment, Makara, who had been waiting for a long time, stepped forward and hugged her two dog sons, looking weak, pitiful and helpless.

It was still Yellow Skins after all, and its pitiful appearance aroused the crowd's indignation. They cursed the nobles for being shameless and bullying an orphan and widow.

Some even went so far as to proclaim the groundbreaking slogan, "A dog's life matters too!" It's true what they say, Rome is the real deal, completely ahead of its time, at least 2000 years ahead of its time.

"Master, I'll do anything to save me."

"Oh, really? You'd even give me your soul?"

"Oh my god!"

The young man with kidney deficiency hesitated, but these words made him even more convinced that he had met a hermit master who wanted to trade his soul right away, which must be genuine.

"Just kidding. After all, I'm not some kind of Daemon. What use would I have for your soul? But everything comes at a price."

In this world, only death is truly fair. If you want to defy fate, you must pay a price to atone for your sins.

Despite it being a bright, sunny day, Emerald Lightning suddenly flashed all around, and the grains of sand beneath Constantine's feet floated into the air, condensing into a jet-black crystal, which Mordred caught in her paws.

Coupled with Mordred's sinister words, this miraculous scene sent chills down everyone's spines. The young nobleman even cried out, wanting to buy back his sins.

Horus placed a scale on the ground, and under everyone's gaze, Mordred placed a crystal on one side of the scale, while a pure white feather rested on the other.

In the dead of night, in that same mud-brick house, watching the unfortunate little fellow rummaging around with a bag of gold coins, Mordred's voice rang in Makara's ear:

"Don't bother counting it. I'll keep it for you and give it to you when you grow up. You're not good at saving money anyway."

Makara thought about it and agreed, but still asked, "You're not lying to me, are you?"

"How Could? I, Remus, never lie!"