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Before entering Crassus's mansion, Guraul had imagined the daily life of Roman nobles in his mind.

In his cognition, they must be lying in warm beds, with thirty or fifty beautiful women sleeping around them, and watching dramas for a living every day.

However, on the first day he entered Constantinople, after attending the first noble banquet, he immediately felt a fatigue from the depths of his soul.

A meal, from sitting in the morning to leaving in the afternoon, when he saw the sky outside the window again, the sun was setting in the horizon.

Attending a noble banquet is not just eating and drinking, but a rather difficult mental work.

As the dishes were served by the maids one by one, they needed to put the food into their mouths while praising the host in a rather "high-end" way.

While doing these activities, they also had to find ways to communicate with the strangers sitting next to them, and try their best to close the distance between themselves and each other.

How to make strangers familiar with each other in the shortest time, and even become friends.

This is a science that is no less than wielding a sword.

Most Roman banquet halls use a long table that is spliced ​​together, and the length of the tabletop depends on the number of guests.

The nobles who came to the city for the king's birthday were not as many as before, so naturally there were many guests at the family banquet hosted by Senator Crassus.

The beautiful woman in palace dress sitting opposite Guraul may be obsessed with the unique temperament he exudes, and has been trying to communicate with him further. But Guraul didn't even dare to raise his head in front of this cool beauty, for fear that a reaction would cause greater embarrassment.

On the other side of him sat a shipping merchant who wrapped his whole body in a dark blue robe.

All the people present who were able to attend Senator Crassus's family banquet were mediocre. This Roman merchant has traveled all over the country for many years and can speak a few words of Norse, which is commonly spoken by Vikings. In the second half of the whole banquet, he began to chat with Guraul in poor Norse.

Every cell in Guraul's body was telling him "I'm here for vacation" and "I should leave here right away." But looking at Prince Phoenix who was getting along with everyone not far ahead, he had to sit back again.

To be honest, this free dinner did not make them hungry.

From the beginning to the end, the chef in Senator Crassus's mansion served them more than 20 exquisite dishes with different flavors.

The styles covered seafood from the deep sea to birds in the sky. The exquisite plating and side dishes made each dish look like a carefully designed work of art.

At the end of the meal, Guraul couldn't even taste any special taste in the food in his mouth. He could only chew and swallow mechanically, and then squeeze out a kind smile.

Finally, when the banquet was over, he felt that the corners of his mouth were even twitching slightly.

Phoenix invited them to the banquet with good intentions, but he obviously underestimated the education level of these Viking men. Growing up listening to the legends of these uncles, in his mind, these people are as tall and polite as the great Roman generals in ancient times.

However, legends are ultimately products that have been beautified.

In the biographies of great men passed down by word of mouth by the bards, they only promote the glorious side of the heroes and never tell the details behind the scenes.

For example, Sartre and Gulauer are illiterate.

For example, their social etiquette is not much different from that of savages for Roman nobles.

Jerome and Sartre, who walked out of the senator's mansion with him, were obviously not comfortable. They just discussed whether to find an inn to relieve the torture they experienced this afternoon.

Unexpectedly, the welcome program after entering the city has not ended yet.

As night fell, braziers began to light up one after another in the city, and marble statues everywhere raised torches in their hands, and paper lanterns marking the time were lit on the towers of the academic district.

The prosperous night of Constantinople has just begun.

For a prosperous city with nearly 100,000 travelers entering and leaving every day, it is not enough to open only for one day.

A thousand years ago, when the Romans on the Silk Road first walked into the Han Palace Luoyang, they saw the paper lanterns that lit up the entire city when night fell. The returning merchants drew the scenes they saw along the way on straw paper and brought them back to the Western Continent.

After more than a thousand years of development, the countries in the Western Continent have gradually adapted to going out at night.

Phoenix has lived in this city with his mother since he was a child, and every day he has another level of bloody fights with various merchants and nobles. Although he is not very old, he is already at ease in and out of noble gatherings.

When leaving the Crassus family mansion, the old Crassus sent him all the way to the door.

Before leaving, he shook hands cordially with Guraul and Sartre.

After a lifetime of hard work as a senator, Maxima Crassus's vision is far beyond that of ordinary nobles. The moment these giant-like blond men walked into his house, he immediately felt the terrifying murderous aura like a thorn in his back.

He immediately called the butler and dismissed all the guards around the banquet hall.

Old Crassus knew that even if there were three times more people, the Roman guards who were born as holy bishops would not be a match for these Viking men. When you are with tigers and know that you cannot defeat them, the best choice is not to provoke them.

Fortunately, the banquet went on smoothly. After sending everyone out of the door with a professional fake smile on his face, the guests inside and outside the thin wooden door sighed with relief at the same time.

Damn, I have never felt that eating can be so tiring.

"Yeah, let's not talk about whether I have eaten a full meal or not. I feel sore all over. What's going on?"

Yeah! It's more comfortable to pick up a weapon and chop people!

I would rather die again and chop those undead swordsmen in the underworld than suffer this kind of pain again

A group of exhausted blond men discussed finding a hotel to practice, but Phoenix didn't want to end the night.

After seeing off old man Gor Marash, the carriage continued to move forward. Heading to a huge building in the center of the city with rising mist.

That is the world-famous Byzantine Great Bath Palace.