He asked in stuttering Latin: "Are you Christians? Are you here to drive away the pagans on the ground and save us?"

Roger was a little embarrassed, he thought, I am not your People's Liberation Army, I am just passing by.

But he did not deny it.

He thought that at least on the "drive away the pagans", he, who had just commanded a war of more than 100,000 people, was qualified to say this.

So Roger raised his hand and sweared, and he said, "I am a Christian."

“I just led my army to defeat the 30,000 Roma people and drove their sultans away like rabbits.

"Now my comrades are besieging Ikon, the capital of the Roma."

The old man shed tears happily and he kindly invited Roger into the hole.

Roger saw that the entrance of the cave was small and there was probably not much space inside.

He asked Odin to stay outside to command the cavalry, and took Henk and followed the old man into the hole.

Then Roger found out that he was wrong, and it was much bigger than he thought.

This kind of bigness is not as big as a single vast space.

In fact, every space in the cave is very small.

But there are really many caves here.

For those who barely pass by, Roger could only bend over or squat on the narrow paths of his way, connecting the labyrinthous cave rooms to each other.

There are also many "windows" connected between the cave rooms.

The hovering stone staircases, going down layer by layer, seemed to spread to the depths of the earth.

Roger felt like he was entering a complex, porous giant Swiss cheese.

There are all kinds of facilities in this dungeon.

There are jars for oil, wine and water, sinks for squeezed grapes, a communal kitchen with smoky blackening, and even a cowshed horse ring.

The furniture in the cave, including their dining tables and stools, was dug directly from the stones, and the stone floors underneath were connected to the ground.

Roger saw that the division of labor in each cave was clear, and in addition to the bedroom, there were even schools and churches.

The rock church is very distinctive, and on its walls, it paints the image of a saint with colorful paints.

But these pictures are not complete and are basically damaged, especially the eyes, which are all cut off.

Roger didn't know why this was, he guessed that it might be related to the destruction of the icons.

But he did not ask a question. He could hear that the old man's Latin was very bad. He probably couldn't understand it after asking, and he might have some taboos.

He continued to visit.

He found that there was an incredibly deep well in this cave.

Roger looked into the well and saw that there was only black inside, the kind of black that was mixed with various colors.

Although the space in the cave is complex, the air is not as bad as Roger imagined.

He saw many vertical vents built up to 70-80 meters deep.

The temperature in the cave is also constant, Roger estimated that it was about thirteen or fourteen degrees Celsius.

In the cave, there were people everywhere, just like the old man, short and small, the highest of which was only at Roger's waist.

Roger couldn't help but wonder, in a later work, was the classic Hobbit imagined by the author based on the images of these people?

These people talked in Greek with a special accent, and Roger, who had learned Greek from Muthier, could barely understand it.

He thought, since they spoke Greek, it would be easy.

Roger asked the old man in a purely pronounced Greek: "How many people live in your hole?"

The old man raised his three fingers and said in a Greek with an accent: "Three thousand people."

Roger couldn't help but exclaim: "God."

But the old man's next sentence surprised him even more.

“Here, Cappadocia, there are 36 dungeons like this.

"This place is not the largest, the largest dungeon called 'Kaimakle' lived in 10,000 people."

Roger touched the hard stone wall and said, "How did you do it?"

The old man introduced: "The rock layer here is very strange, with a hard surface, and it is very soft when smashed open. You can dig holes with a shovel, but after digging, it will dry after a while, and it will become such hard rock.

"This is God's favor, the dwelling that God has given us."

Roger exclaimed: "What a miracle."

He then asked, "How long have you lived here?"

The old man proudly said: "400 years ago, there were people living here.

"After the ancient Greeks believed in Christ, in order to uphold and spread Christian doctrine and avoid religious persecution by the ancient Romans, they began to dwell in caves and expand these large-scale dungeons.

“The disciple of my Lord Jesus, Saint Paul, once came here in person to preach the teachings.

"The people here all believe firmly in Jesus, and we never surrender even if the ground is occupied by pagans."

Roger felt that if this place could be passed down to later generations, with the blessing of religious culture, it would inevitably become a famous attraction.

At this time, someone came to find the old man, so the old man went to work hard, leaving Roger and Henke to stroll around themselves.

Roger walked around for a while and then prepared to leave, but he had no direction at all.

He asked the people in the cave in Greek, and most of them just shook their heads. They didn't understand, but they were just unwilling to pay attention to outsiders.

Finally, there was an enthusiastic child who guided Roger to climb up one after another.
Chapter completed!