Rome Must Perish

Rochemnix walked up to a wooden board as tall as a person. The board was carved with numerous words, but unfortunately, he couldn’t read a single one. Curious, he asked, "What is this?"

"This is where the laws and regulations of our tribe are carved, so that tribesmen can refer to them anytime, memorize them, and avoid punishment for breaking them."

"What if someone doesn’t know how to read?"

"We’ll have someone here in the future to explain them to interested tribesmen."

"Oh." Rochemnix reached out and touched the carvings on the board, feeling an even stronger desire to learn how to read.

The two walked one behind the other toward the eastern village gate.

After walking a few steps, Rochemnix suddenly stopped, pointing toward the north and asked, "What are they doing?"

It wasn’t surprising for Rochemnix to be curious because he had been here before and knew the area by the Kupa River. Now, however, the place was filled with people more densely than ever before.

"They’re building a bridge."

Rochemnix’s eyes lit up: "Is it the kind of bridge where wooden boats are tied together and planks are laid on top to connect both sides of the river?"

"No, the bridge we’re building isn’t a simple pontoon bridge; it’s a real wooden bridge!" Akegu said proudly.

"A real wooden bridge..." Rochemnix remembered the stories his mother told him as a child about Rome, and he excitedly exclaimed, "I want to take a look!" Saying this, he sprinted toward the river.