Rome Must Perish

We asked the captives, and they said the supplies were military provisions reserved by their tribe for the upcoming large-scale attack on the Aldeans. Aside from grain and meat, there were also plenty of iron materials and timber... The warehouses are right next to the leader’s residence. Tonight, all the supplies you brought from the eastern village can be temporarily stored there."

"Looks like we’ve helped the Aldeans a great deal this time." Maximus joked lightly, though he let out a long sigh of relief inwardly: the food issue was resolved, as long as the war didn’t drag on for too long.

"Exactly, leader! If not for your decisive actions, we wouldn’t have dared to fight this battle! And thanks to your wisdom, we have won so effortlessly and achieved such a great victory. This truly is... simply amazing!" Gaius loudly praised, his excitement evidently genuine for the most part.

Maximus smiled faintly without voicing his inner concerns. He looked ahead, where the buildings took on a distinctly different arrangement: three houses formed a "U"-shaped pattern surrounding a courtyard, with wooden fences encircling the area.

Seeing Maximus walking into the courtyard, scanning left and right, Gaius hurried to follow and said, "This is where the nobles of this tribe reside."

"From the structure of this residence, it seems the Segestica nobles have servants attending to them."

"Yes, leader, they have their own Skodisqi slaves. According to the captives, the leader of this tribe also has a small number of Pannonian servant slaves."

"Oh? Such is the case." Maximus rubbed his chin, gazing at the residence in front of him and recalling the stench-filled hut he had seen earlier. He fell into contemplation.

Gaius did not dare to interrupt. The group walked forward a bit more before he quietly said, "Leader, up ahead is the main residence."