I loaded the Mysticism panel.

Suddenly, the expert's voice came from the furrow.

"...Kid."

"You bypassed my ditch."

The voice was slightly hoarse, almost appreciative.

"They didn't demolish or smash anything, and they didn't do anything that I hate."

"The names you read out were issued by the city itself."

Richard supported himself on his knees and slowly stood up.

"What's your name?" the voice asked.

Richard gripped the double-snake staff but did not answer; the messenger was not included in the register.

"...What a pity," the voice from the ditch said.

Richard steadied himself with his cane.

"Senior, it's not even dawn yet."

The fight below Seven Hills was fought by humans, but the fight above Seven Hills was incomprehensible to anyone.

Matthew's road, which came from the Deep World, was pushed outside the city walls, and was tested piece by piece along the edge of the ditch.

If you try one spot and are pushed back half a step, try the next spot.

When it reached the ninth spot, it stepped out of the ditch wall.

"……oh?"

The old forge maker in the ditch was somewhat surprised.

The ditch rises upwards, and the steps break off.

Matthew scratched his head outside the city walls and asked a question, feigning curiosity.

"You've dug such a deep and straight ditch, why don't you build a bridge?"

The city-building expert snorted coldly, knowing that this kid was setting a trap for him.

"If a bridge is built over the ditch, then the boundary can no longer be defined!"

Matthew chuckled: "If you won't do it, I will!"

In that instant, Li noticed that the ether in the entire city's environment had been partially drained.

A paving stone was stuffed into the ditch out of nowhere.

The experts of the Apennine Peninsula were somewhat annoyed, so they ground down the stone again and used the power of the entire peninsula to strengthen the "Romanization".

Hercules' club, which he was swinging halfway, was abruptly stopped.

Demeter's hand, stuck in the crevice, was trapped and couldn't be pulled out.

"...What are those two doing?" Dionysus asked, leaning against a pillar.

"The right to define the city," Richard said.

"What?"

"Will the road outside the city be able to be paved in?"

Deeper within the curtain, those in high positions have always been watching the spectacle.

A vast expanse of clouds hung extremely low, and beneath them, the sound of a flute could be heard.

Of course, this expert from the Liefeng Tradition team recognized Matthew.

They were both promoted in roughly the same batch of experts, and their ability to be promoted in their prime was due to the benefits they received from the New World.

In fact, it still owes Matthew a favor.

The expert in fierce winds raised his flute, but stopped awkwardly just as he was about to play.

The high-ranking officials throughout the Apennine Peninsula are watching closely, and the meaning is clear.

Matthew broke the rules first, so they have no grounds for complaint.

The entire cloud receded, and the flute music ceased.

In the distance, an endless column of soldiers was also halted on the cloud ridge.

The one at the very front had antlers on his head, was holding the reins, and had some bones stuck in his ribs.

The hunter is settling accounts.

Let's see if these two will fall tonight, and how long it will take for the expert in repairing the city to recover after this battle.

While I'm recovering from my injuries, will those vulnerable spots on the northern part of the Apennine Peninsula cause trouble?

As for the New World, since it couldn't get its hands on it, it simply stopped thinking about it.

The third line of sight was across the entire sea, and the expert from Heituhe also peeked over.

See if there's anything about these two experts that I can spot, and then give them an opportunity to exploit.

To make a replacement, you first need to know where to start.

It certainly doesn't plan to enter the market tonight, but there's no harm in making a record of it first.

It's a pity that the fragments recording tradition have been lost, otherwise...

There is another very close place, located on the south side of the peninsula.

Hohenheim, holed up in his Berlin hideout, was also watching intently, the most absorbed of all the experts.

It cut its anchor completely, leaving nothing behind.

The maze expert on the peninsula seems to be different from himself.

After it finished cutting, there was no way back, so that one simply became the way itself.

Hohenheim lay on the ground and stared for a very long time, but in the end did nothing.

Above the Seven Hills, Matthew's path finally emerged from the other side of the ditch.

"You can't cut off this path," said the expert in the ditch.

"It can be cut off," Matthew replied casually. "You just cut off a section."

"Then why are you still going forward?"

"Because if you cut off that section, it will find its own way."

The two sides kept bumping into each other, and in the end, neither side gained an advantage.

The ditch was not cut off, but the road was not open.

"How long will they fight?" Hercules wiped the blood from his face.

"It's never-ending," Richard said.

"Then we..."

"We'll fight it ourselves."

The two on the Seven Hills are still colliding.

The clouds in the far north have receded until they are no longer visible.

The seemingly endless column of soldiers on the cloud-covered ridge remained motionless, stuck in place.

The darkness of that place in the far south is still etched in my memory.

The man on the south side of the peninsula was lying on the ground, so engrossed in watching that he forgot to hide himself.

Matthew then stepped in, asking a question as if it were casual.

"Senior, I have a question for you."

The elderly voice from the ditch responded.

"Ask away, kid."

"Did all the people who left through that ditch come back later?"

The city of Seven Hills has fallen silent.

The one in the ditch did not answer immediately.

"Regarding the demarcation," Matthew continued.

"If you close the ditch, those inside the ditch are considered city dwellers, and those outside are considered outsiders."

"When Romulus drew this ditch, the first person to cross it was his own brother, who was his only family, and he was killed as a prime example."

"..."

"Those who were later separated either left or died."

You know in your heart how many such things you've done in the past hundred years of building cities and establishing boundaries for others.

Matthew pulled his hand out of his pocket and gestured along the edge of the ditch.

"I've spent my whole life walking the paths that other people have walked."

"So I'll just ask you one question tonight: Have they come back?"

The one in the ditch remained silent for a long time.

"...A few have returned," the voice said.

"What about the ones who came back?"

"The ditch doesn't recognize them anymore."

Matthew chuckled.

"yes."

The pressure from the furrows has receded, and soil is falling down the entire furrow.

The Romanization within the walls had been reduced by about a third, and Richard felt as if his bones were lighter. He used the Mirror Condensation Technique to press down to a floor he had never been to before that night.

"Go!" Hecate seized the opportunity.

The three named by Richard received a double boost at this time.

The Greek god's name bonus is still there, plus the Roman localization bonus.

It's true what they say: I was a Greek god in Greece, and a Roman god in Rome; I'm got it all.

When Hercules's club came down, Mars couldn't even stay on his knees.

He was thrown backward by the impact, crashing into a row of pillars and unable to get up for a long time.

The Drunken Fog of Dionysus suddenly rose to a height of two people, enveloping the entire left flank of the legion.

The first time the god of agriculture's sickle cut a gap, the row of figures that were severed could not grow back.

The Prometheus puppet rose from its kneeling position.

"Ten minutes, I can only hold on for ten minutes."

On the sixth hill, Fortuna's hands, which were turning the wheel of fate, suddenly went awry.

Richard could see everything clearly in his own reflection.

The wheel spun faster and faster, until the spokes were no longer visible, and the wheel itself began to make an unpleasant spinning sound.

"What's wrong?" Minerva asked.

"It doesn't match," Fortuna said.

"What doesn't match?"

"Their fates don't align." Her hand pressed against the rim of the wheel, but she couldn't hold it down.

"I calculated that he went left and he went right."

I calculated that the puppet wouldn't last more than three minutes; it stood up.

"The wheel of fortune is turning."

The entire army below the Seven Hills was thrown into chaos at this moment.

As the faceless soldiers marched, the first rank slowed down, and the rank behind them bumped into them while maintaining their original pace.

They collided at one point, and the queue itself became tangled up.

Richard looked up, and Fortuna stood up from the sixth hill and began to shout at the top of her lungs.

"Hecate!"

"The Hermes on your left... a practitioner, ranked fourth in resonance."

"The Nemesis to your right joined at the same time as Hermes. The two are very close, and both have highly learned scholars behind them."

"Your good friend who farms burns a batch of hollow grains in the fields every season. On the 19th of last month, she burned seven and a half acres."

"This seemingly most honest-looking farmer lady has been feeding us intelligence!"

All the fighting under the Seven Hills stopped abruptly after this sentence.

Richard was initially taken aback.

Then he realized what was happening and slowly turned around.

Hercules' staff stopped in mid-air.

Dionysus put down his cup.

The crimson flame of Prometheus no longer flickered.

The scales above Nemesis's head tilted so far towards Demeter that they almost stood upright.

"Demeter!" The giant wielding the club spoke in a chillingly dark voice, unable to contain his bloodlust.