The Centurion heard this and thought, what name and number?
I don't have that thing either, he looked at the little servant.
You don't recognize me? I'm the Centurion, you know.
The little servant raised his head at that, took a look, and thought, who wouldn't recognize you, sure, but right now it doesn't work no matter who comes. This is the latest rule for drawing lots. Anyone who can read and write can come up to draw.
Hmph. You mean a Centurion like me wouldn't know his letters?
No, I wouldn't dare say you can't read. It's just that all the numbers were handed out to those who queued up this morning. You just need to give your name and number, that's all, the little servant said with a smile plastered on his face.
The Centurion thought, isn't that nonsense. If I had a number, would I still be stuck here? But he had no way to show it. He could only stare at the little servant and say nothing.
