September 25, Rome.
Snapped!
The books were gently closed, and the large tabletop was filled with ancient books with simple covers that had been eroded by the years. A slightly rough palm caressed the smooth and round mahogany tables and chairs, and he picked up the steaming coffee and put it to his nose. When I sniff, the hot air rushes into my nose like white mist.
"well...."
A slightly melancholy sigh came from the man's mouth. He put down his coffee and stood up, grabbed the croissant on the plate at the corner of the table, pushed open the balcony window, kneaded the bread into fine crumbs, and held it on his fingertips.
Gugu....
Gugu....
Under the bright sunshine, the man's curly black and brown hair was slightly red, and there were a few white pigeons on his muscular arms. The pigeons were pecking at bread crumbs and occasionally biting the man's fingers, but The man didn't care at all, he didn't even frown. His dark eyes were as firm as his resolute face.
The balcony of the palace faces the central square, where stands a tall statue that looks exactly like a man.
Rome, a former cultural center, is a city-state name that has influenced countless generations. Whether they are young crying babies or farmers sweating in the fields, they have all heard of Rome.
When it comes to Rome, the image of a man is always deeply rooted in the hearts of the people...
All roads lead to Rome. This proverb that has been passed down to this day tells the story of Rome's past glory. However, times have changed. The once glorious country has gradually declined, and Rome has become a very representative word.
The man looked at the dense crowd in the square with his sharp eyes like a hawk, feeling indescribably heavy.
He, Gaius Caesar, was the lifelong dictator of the Roman Republic. Holding an olive wreath scepter symbolizing power, he led the Roman army and conquered land after land.
The man remembers these, but he only remembers these. He knows what he has experienced in his magnificent life. He remembers the excitement when the crowd lined the streets to welcome and cheered Caesar. He remembers the slipping skirt of Queen Cleopatra of Egypt. He also remembers The dagger stabbed by Brutus, whom he considered his own son...
The man remembered his own life, but he forgot about Rome and its history. These days, he was frantically flipping through ancient books, trying to understand the great country of Rome, but he was disappointed. The ancient books did not record the history before his assassination. , only people passed down the word orally and talked about the history. For example, his good nephew, the Roman emperor Octavian, known as Augustus, founded the Roman Empire and recognized his status as the 'adoptive father'. ...
History is gone, the Senate is gone, Cleopatra is gone, the Roman Empire is gone...
Even the Romans were missing.
"Where have all the Romans gone?"
The man sighed softly and did not recognize the fact that the people of the Kingdom of Sardinia were Romans. He knew what real Romans looked like. A country that regarded Rome as its orthodoxy could not find real Romans. Is it this? Isn't it ridiculous?
On the contrary, the barbarians who were once regarded as marginal by men... have risen.
Gauls, Germans, Slavs....
The Celts were extinct. Although they were not completely extinct, they were assimilated by other barbarian rule and withdrew from the stage of history. The lands once conquered by Rome were all taken away by the barbarians.
With old friends dying and Rome without a country, men have lost some motivation.
Rome, Rome, where is the orthodox Rome?
It was the barbarians who destroyed Rome!
They invaded the country that men were proud of, plundered the wealth of Rome, raped Roman women, and insulted Roman men...
Anger flashed across the man's resolute, stone-like face, and then darkened again.
The barbarians did plunder the wealth of Rome, but how could these wealth not be plundered from them by Rome?
The man was tired of reading nearly two thousand years of history. He was no longer the ambitious Caesar who scolded Fang Qiu. He was very confused and could not find the goal he was striving for.
He used to fight for Rome, but where is Rome now?
Under his feet was still the land of Rome, but the people living on this land were no longer the same kind as he knew.
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Perhaps it was the dagger stabbed by Brutus that completely defeated the man's will to fight, or perhaps it was the fall of Rome that made the man feel tired and sleepy. He lowered his arms and the doves fluttered high.
Squeak....
The door behind him was pushed open, and a red archbishop walked in. Seeing the man standing in a daze on the balcony, he slowly approached and coughed lightly.
"Ahem...Your Majesty."
"Don't call me Your Majesty, I am not your king."
"Are you still worried about Rome?" The red archbishop shook his head helplessly: "Rome is Rome, and where you are, there is Rome."
"What's the point of having Rome by myself?" the man said in a low voice, "I should sleep forever, in Rome's most prosperous moment."
"We are all your subjects. You are the great dictator and first consul of the Roman Republic, our head of state and our king." The red archbishop said respectfully: "Your status is recognized by all the people. This No one will assassinate you again, the church is not the Senate, and all enemies who resist you will be sent to the gallows."
"I'm dead, why wake me up?"
"Don't you think of Nelayinda, the great God of Apocalypse?" said the red archbishop: "Rome is the country supported by Nelayinda, the God of Apocalypse. With her help, Rome has grown from an inconspicuous small city-state. Reached the top...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to poke your pain."
"I have not seen what you mentioned in ancient books."
"It's been too long. The Apocalypse God System has long been torn apart, and many of the classics from back then have been lost. These are all things that can't be helped, but our God still remembers these things."
"...."
Seeing that the man was silent, the red archbishop said again: "We wake you up in the hope that you will lead the people to restore the glory of Rome! You are a great conqueror! Wherever your horses go, people eat pots of pulp. , look forward to the wind! You should not sleep in the grave, you should put on the armor, pick up the sword, and conquer the world!"
"For whom do you want to conquer the world?" the man asked quietly.
The red archbishop was startled and said quickly: "Of course it's for yourself... No! It's for Rome! For the once great Roman Republic! Let those former barbarians think of your glorious name and your majestic stature. Zi! The Pope said, if you want to conquer Egypt first, we fully support it.... The women there are indeed beautiful."
"You know these words cannot deceive me, Donatello." The man suddenly said: "I have used these words countless times before. When it comes to deceiving people, I have more experience than anyone else. Pompey, Crassus... ..They were all defeated by my men.”
"Then say something practical!"
The Cardinal stepped forward quickly, flicked his long sleeves, and pointed to the central square in the distance: "You don't think these people are Romans, do you? It doesn't matter! They are indeed not the ancient Romans of your time! But you have to know, The Romans did not perish! They were simply scattered in the turmoil!"
The man raised his eyes and looked directly at Archbishop Donatello for the first time.
"The barbarians invaded Rome. In order to survive, the Romans had to hide their names and flee in all directions. They live in various kingdoms, waiting for your salvation! As the dictator of Rome, you are a majestic existence in the hearts of the Romans, Your Majesty. ...Shouldn’t you save them?”
Archbishop Donatello shouted emotionally: "They are being ruled by barbarians, Your Majesty! The ancient Romans are being bullied by those despicable and cruel barbarians! You must show the momentum of a conqueror to defeat those barbarians and save Rome!" Build a city-state belonging to Rome! The great goddess of fertility, Seraphina, will do her best to help you! Your name will be engraved on the monument and stand among the temples forever! This is yours mission!"
"mission...."
Hearing these two words, the man's eyes suddenly stirred up. Once upon a time, he also heard his mother mention the word mission. A great conqueror will never be discouraged and will never be defeated by the enemy. , any setback will become his stepping stone, creating a corridor leading to the divine court!
"Although your words are full of provocation, they still moved me, Donatello, Rome has not yet been destroyed..."
The man looked up at the blue sky and said in a voice that only he could hear: "I want to revitalize Rome and let the flag of the Roman Republic fly in the sky. I am the First Consul... Gaius ·Caesar!"
"Yes, Your Majesty! You are Caesar!" The red archbishop finally smiled.
"So, who is our first target?"
"Of course it's the Church of Truth!"
"No, the Romanov Kingdom is too far away from Rome and is not a suitable opponent."
The red archbishop was stunned for a moment and said blankly: "Then who do you want to attack, Your Majesty?"
"The Bonaparte Empire, I want to conquer Gaul in the north!"
"What?!"
