"It is said that the girl told the king the story of the One Thousand and One Nights, and finally influenced the king. So these stories are called "One Thousand and One Nights"."
"Governor, have you completely memorized these stories? That's amazing."
Animusfia said with some shame:
"No, you think too highly of me. Even if that girl really told so many stories, when they finally spread to my hometown, there would only be less than a hundred stories left. Because those are stories from Tianfang Kingdom , so in my hometown, people prefer to call it Arabian Nights."
"Hmm, that's a good name."
"I think so too, Your Majesty. In the end, Tianfangye even became an idiom in my hometown to refer to absurd stories and fantasies. It was obviously a story in a foreign country, but in the end it became part of the culture of this country. This is Interesting bits of history and civilization.”
Animusfia nodded in agreement.
"Although I don't know where the Governor's hometown is, your hometown and my Rome are connected through the existence of the Parthian Empire. This is also very interesting."
"Exactly like that, but in fact, your Majesty, you should have heard of my hometown. Although it is far away from Rome, even far longer than the distance from Egypt to Britain, in this era, the connection between the two countries It should also be established.”
"Yeah?"
Nero sat on the chair and opened his eyes, looking at Animusfia with some curiosity.
"What is your hometown called in Rome?"
Animusfia didn't say much, but gently twisted Nero's silk skirt with a slight smile.
"that's it."
"Silk...is it Siris? Governor, are you a Siris?"
Nero looked at his long skirt and thought for a few seconds, then said with enlightenment.
"Yes, my hometown is the origin of this magical fabric."
"Hmm, that's it. This is the first time I've seen a real Serisian."
Nero, who began to take a closer look at Animusfia's appearance, said:
"Sure enough, he looks different from the people in any Roman province. I will definitely send an envoy to visit the Governor's hometown if I have the opportunity in the future."
"They will also be very interested in your Rome, Your Majesty."
"Hmm, if possible, I would like them to see Yu's singing voice in person. It's such a pity, the journey back and forth is too long, and I can't go there in person."
"this...."
............
"In the end, the fisherman tricked the devil that Solomon had sealed thousands of years ago into the bottle again, and sealed the mouth of the bottle with a tin cover printed with Solomon's emblem, and exiled the devil into the sea again. At the same time, he also I told others about my experience to prevent anyone from releasing the devil again, and that’s how we have the story today.”
Animusfia's words echoed in the empty meeting hall.
Nero's breathing on the seat gradually became calmer.
After covering Nero with a blanket used for military expeditions, Animusfia stretched out her hand to extinguish the light with her prosthetic limb, and walked out of the gate of the Senate Palace with gentle steps.
Although the sun has not yet fully risen from the horizon, the sky is already slightly illuminated by light caused by atmospheric refraction.
Although Nero's attention was completely focused on the experiences and stories Animusfia told all night long, Animusfia could still tell that she was suffering from a headache.
Nero barely managed to fall asleep until just now.
It is conceivable that the huge changes that happened yesterday and the crisis she has faced recently have accumulated a lot of pressure on her.
The palace gates were still guarded by several soldiers from last night. After seeing Animusfia walking out of the palace gate, they bowed respectfully to Animusfia.
Animusfia nodded slightly in response to them.
"You should also go and rest. It has been a night. If you continue like this, it will not be effective as a guard. I will wait here for the soldiers who change shifts."
"Thank you, Lord Governor."
The soldier who looked like the leader quickly thanked Animusfia.
"Go and rest."
"As commanded."
The leading soldier who received permission called the other soldiers and left the Senate Palace.
"ha."
Animusfia stretched her body towards the sun rising slowly below the horizon.
On the first day he arrived at the singularity, he failed to rest on time.
Fortunately, Animusfia, who has merged with Zhou Yulingji, now, as a pseudo-server, does not have as strong a need for rest as a normal person.
He opened the palace door and silently transported the gold and silver coins from the Senate House to the Roman Forum opposite the Senate Palace.
It was undoubtedly a good choice to carry out the first work of the Governor of Animusfia in the center of Rome.
Under the rising sun, the gold and silver coins piled on the square shone brightly, shrouded in a breathtaking light.
Animusfia stood at the door of the Temple of Saturn, preparing for the Greco-Roman sacrificial ceremony.
Although he himself is not a believer in the Roman gods at all, Animusfia is still more than enough if he is just pretending.
As the sun continued to rise, more and more Roman citizens woke up from their sleep.
Because of the attack yesterday, many places in Rome were still in a mess, and not all people were good people who dared to go out and sort out the destroyed things in their homes last night.
The rumor that a huge amount of treasure was piled up in the square in the center of Rome soon spread throughout the city.
Time keeps passing.
Countless curious people stopped what they were doing and headed to the Roman Forum.
Animusfia looked at more and more people gathering in front of the square, and looked up at the direction of the sun.
It's almost time.
It was time for his "ritual" to begin.
Animusfia, who had been standing in front of the gold and silver, suddenly stood up, attracting the attention of everyone present.
"Mercury! Please grant me your divine power————!"
Animusfia suddenly raised her arms high and shouted towards the sky in a certain direction.
Under the gaze of everyone, Animusfia's body glowed with a silvery light.
What happened next made everyone exclaim.
After being covered by the silver light, Animusfiya slowly stepped forward, and actually stepped steadily in mid-air.
It was as if the gods had lowered the stairs for him and opened the door to Olympus for Animusfia.
And now he is stepping on it step by step.
Devout people have begun to kneel down and pray.
Although to ordinary Roman citizens, what Animusfia is showing now is already mysterious and almost miraculous.
But Animusfia’s “sacrifice” is only about to begin now.
He knelt down in the air and began to pray to the oracle of Saturn, the god of agriculture, in bursts of words. Although the voice was not loud, it miraculously spread to every corner of the city of Rome.
Theoretically, Animusfia should kill a goat first to determine whether today is auspicious, but he was just pretending, and Animusfia was unable to find the goat for a while.
However, Animusfia never thought that this would actually confirm the rumor that he had sacrificed all the senators to the God of Agriculture the night before.
"Father of the gods, in the dark sun of midwinter, great Sethun, I dare to call you by your name, just to get your blessing."
"I am the governor appointed by Augustus. Rome is in danger. I hereby implore you to help Rome and Augustus."
"I beg you to send down your oracle!"
As the Animusfia prayer ended, black beams of light broke through the ground, and the Temple of Saturn in the Roman Forum also began to glow with dark light.
Even the sky darkened.
The sun no longer shines brightly.
It was as if Sethun, the black sun, had really arrived here.
All the people in Rome knelt on the ground in panic.
Not even the pagans dared to make any noise in the face of such a sight.
