"Tsk, has it already reached this time..."
Animusfia looked at the position of the sun in the sky with some annoyance.
"Governor, do you have anything to do?"
"Exactly that."
After hearing Nero's question, Animusfia turned to look at the results of his whole night's work last night.
Mountains of papyrus rolls————————
There are also many cubes on the side.
Simply "printing money" would not make Animusfia spend a day and night working.
The real culprit that makes Animusfia work overtime is this pile of ugly little cubes.
Each cube shimmered with dark light like metal, about the size of an apple.
There is nothing more than a smooth surface.
There are eighty-two such cubes in total.
"What are these?"
Nero asked curiously.
"You will know when the time comes. Let's go first, Your Majesty."
Animusfia did not tell Nero directly, but chose to walk out after being put off.
"Do you need me to go with you this time?"
Animusfia nodded in disbelief.
"As my Dominus, Augustus of Rome, how can you hide in the palace every day?"
In fact, it would not be a bad idea even if Nero hid in the palace.
But then the protagonist of the drama would no longer be her.
"Hmm, I haven't had fun with the citizens for a long time, so let's take this opportunity to finish it together!"
...
Animusfia remained silent.
"What's wrong, Governor? Is there anything I said wrong?"
As if the action was being slowed down, Animusfia nodded slowly and said:
"With all due respect, Your Majesty, I'm afraid you'll have to stay as far away from the civilians as possible in the following period. At least we can no longer engage in the same kind of gladiatorial fights and performances as before."
"Eh! Didn't you just say that I shouldn't hide in the palace?"
Nero was a little dissatisfied. For her, "having fun with the people" was a great pleasure.
Although not everyone likes to hear her sing.
But Nero, who once strangled a lion to death in the arena, was undoubtedly popular.
"There is no conflict between the two, Your Majesty."
Animusfia spoke in an orderly manner.
“The gods should perform their miracles on the clouds.”
Only in this way can Nero or gods be purely "worshipped".
If the gods from Roman and Greek mythology were allowed to act on earth, it would have disastrous consequences.
It is difficult for you to know whether the bison on the roadside is the incarnation of Zeus, and it is also difficult to know whether your lover is the incarnation of Zeus.
It is even harder to know whether the bison who became his lover is the incarnation of Zeus.
Nero was not to be outdone in this regard.
It's not that she's worried that she will turn into a bison, it's just that longing and understanding are a pair of antonyms.
That's all.
When Animusfia actually came into contact with Nero, she discovered that not everything in the history books was true.
But not all of it is false.
Nero has his own advantages and disadvantages.
Like anyone else.
Nero is a genuine human being.
Rather than a superior god.
Her acting style may be loved by Animusfia, but it may not be recognized by everyone.
What Animusfia wants to do is to package Nero into a "god".
Let her be the object of adoration to all.
Nero thoughtfully followed Animusfia out of the Senate Palace with the soldiers raising their hands.
The surrounding citizens who were active near the Roman Forum crowded over excitedly after seeing the faces of Animusphia and Nero.
There are few people in Rome who do not know Nero.
But today they gathered here mostly because of Animusfia, who performed a huge miracle yesterday.
In the eyes of many people, Animusphia had become the greatest priest in Rome.
The countless tributes that appeared in the Temple of Agriculture between yesterday and today and the Jinshan Mountain that is still being worshiped by people are the best proof.
But as if with a bit of fear, no one dared to approach Animusfia and Nero directly.
Wherever the two of them went, the flow of people automatically separated.
Not to mention Nero, even Animusfia was a little surprised.
Theoretically speaking, due to people's beliefs, the citizens do have some awe.
But it was a bit abnormal to not even dare to get close to him.
What Animusfia didn't know was that the rumor that he had sacrificed almost all the senators to Saturn, the god of agriculture, had spread throughout Rome because it was so well-founded.
If it continues like this, I'm afraid it won't be long before the rumors break through the restrictions of the Roman city wall.
But it was as he wished.
Animusphia and Nero walked together to the Temple of Saturn where gold and silver were piled.
The people around them were watching their next move.
Animusfia suddenly leaned over to Nero's ear and whispered.
"Umm, ummm."
Nero listened and nodded.
"Is this okay?"
"That's all, Your Majesty."
"Hmm, then I'll do as you asked."
Nero nodded.
"Citizens of Rome——————!"
Although he was standing in an open square rather than in a professionally recorded theater, Nero's voice was still clearly audible.
Looking carefully, black "silk threads" trembled in the air.
Echoing the words spoken by Nero.
The noisy square suddenly calmed down.
"I am now recruiting a citizen to help General Yu..."
Nero looked at a small cube in Animusfia's hand and was speechless for a moment.
"Just call it Satellite, Your Majesty."
Animusfia whispered.
"Come to help General Yu bury this [satellite] made by Governor Yu in front of the Pantheon?"
Animusphia planned to instruct Nero to bury the magic costume he made in front of the famous Roman Colosseum.
But after asking Nero, I learned from the confused expression on his face that Rome does not yet have the iconic amphitheater of later generations.
Only then did he realize that the Colosseum was built about ten years later.
Rome in this era had not reached its peak.
Naturally, no one would take off their clothes while ascending the steps in the Colosseum.
He was still mumbling something like "This is a trial."
"This is just a very simple job, but I will give him a gold coin as a reward. Who is willing to do it?"
As Nero finished speaking, the crowd fell into noise again.
It was hard for them to believe that they could earn a gold coin so easily just by sending this apple-sized piece of iron to the nearby Pantheon.
The people are more willing to believe that this is a bait used by Animusfia to deceive fools into becoming his sacrifices.
...
No one came forward to respond.
"Hmm, no one is willing to do it? How about ten gold coins?"
Some people began to waver.
"Where's a hundred pieces?"
Although Animusfia only told her to give her ten pieces, Nero continued to increase the chips, quite like her previous style.
"I come!"
A bald head emerged from the crowd.
There must be a brave man under a heavy reward. Even at the risk of being sacrificed, the temptation of a hundred gold coins is still difficult for ordinary people to resist.
"Hmm."
Nero looked at Animusfia.
Feeling Nero's gaze, he nodded calmly.
"Then I'll leave it to you. All you have to do is bury it in front of the Pantheon."
The man who picked up the cube staggered as if he was holding the hundred gold coins, and rushed into the distance impatiently.
.....
After a while, the panting man ran back from a distance.
Nero asked, looking at the panting man in front of him.
"Have you completed all the tasks I assigned you?"
"It's all done....Your Majesty."
The man gasped and said.
"Hmm!"
Nero nodded with satisfaction.
"Then this is your reward."
One hundred gold coins floated under the control of Animusfia and were put into the men's pockets one by one.
