Rome, 25 September.

Syllable!

The book was gently closed, and the wide table top was full of ancient books with simple covers and erosion of time, and a slightly rough palm caressed the smooth and round mahogany table and chair, and picked up the hot coffee and put it under the nose to sniff, and the heat poured into the nose like a white mist.

"Ugh...."

A slightly melancholy sigh came from the man's mouth, he put down his coffee and got up, grabbed the croissant from the corner plate, pushed open the balcony window, and kneaded the bread into tiny crumbs, which he held to his fingertips.

Cuckoo....

Cuckoo....

Under the bright sun, the man's curly hair between black and brown was slightly red, and a few white pigeons stopped on his muscular arms, and the pigeons pecked at the bread crumbs, occasionally biting the man's fingers, but the man didn't care at all, he didn't even frown, and the dark hole was as firm as his resolute face.

The balcony of the palace faced the central square, where stood a tall statue that looked exactly like a man.

Rome, a former cultural center, the name of a city-state that has influenced countless generations, from a crying baby to a farmer sweating in the fields, has heard of Rome.

And when it comes to Rome, the image of a man is always deeply rooted in people's hearts....

All roads lead to Rome, this proverb that has been handed down to this day tells the glory of Rome, but the times have changed, the once glorious and prosperous country has gradually declined, and Rome has become a very representative word.

The man's eyes were as sharp as a falcon's, looking at the dense crowd in the square, and his mood was indescribably heavy.

He, Gaius Caesar, dictator for life of the Roman Republic, held the scepter of an olive wreath of power, and led the Roman army to conquer land after land.

The man remembered this, but he only remembered this, he knew what he had experienced in his magnificent life, he remembered the excitement of the people welcoming and cheering Caesar, he remembered the slipping skirt of the Egyptian queen Cleopatra, and he remembered the dagger stabbed by Brutus, whom he regarded as his own....

The man remembers his life, but he forgets Rome, forgets the history of Rome, these days he frantically flips through ancient books, trying to understand the great country of Rome, but he is disappointed, the ancient books do not record the history before he was assassinated, only the history of people to pass on and talk about it, such as his good nephew, the Roman Emperor Octavian, known as Augustus, founded the Roman Empire and recognized him as the 'adoptive father'....

History is gone, the Senate is gone, Cleopatra is gone, the Roman Empire is gone....

Even the Romans are gone.

"Where have the Romans gone?"

The man sighed softly, not recognizing the fact that the people of the Kingdom of Sardinia were Romans, he knew what the real Romans were like, and was it not ridiculous that a country that regarded itself as Roman orthodoxy could not find real Romans?

On the contrary, they are barbarians who were once regarded as marginal by men.... Rise.

Gaul, Germanic, Slavic ....

The Celts were wiped out, although not completely extinct, but they had been assimilated by other barbarian rule, and withdrew from the stage of history, and the land that Rome had conquered was taken away by the barbarians.

The old people withered, and Rome, which was not a country, made men lose their motivation a little.

Where is Roman Rome, where is Orthodox Rome?

It was the barbarians who destroyed Rome!

They invaded the country of which men were proud, plundered the wealth of Rome, raped Roman women, insulted Roman men....

Anger flashed on the man's resolute face like a stone wither, and then it went down again.

The barbarians did plunder Rome's wealth, but how could it not be that Rome had plundered it from them?

After reading the nearly 2,000-year-old man, he is tired of it, he is no longer the ambitious Julius Caesar, he is very confused, and he can't find the goal he is fighting for.

In the past, he fought for Rome, but where is Rome now?

At his feet is still Roman land, but the people who live on this land are no longer the same kind of people he knows.

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Perhaps it was the dagger stabbed by Brutus that completely broke 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 white dove fluttered its wings and flew high.

Squeak....

The door behind him was pushed open, and a cardinal archbishop walked in, saw the man standing on the balcony in a daze, slowly approached, and coughed softly.

"Ahem... Your Majesty. ”

"Don't call me Your Majesty, I am not your king."

"Are you still struggling with Rome?" The cardinal archbishop shook his head helplessly: "Rome is Rome, and where you are, it is Rome." ”

"What's the point of Rome on my own?" The man said in a low tone, "I should sleep forever, in the heyday of Rome." ”

"We are all your people, you are the great dictator of the Roman Republic, the first consul, our head and king." The cardinal archbishop respectfully said: "Your status is recognized by all the people, no one will assassinate you again this time, the church is not the senate, and all enemies who resist you will be sent to the gallows." ”

"I'm dead, why should I be awakened?"

"Don't you think of the great god of the apocalypse, Neilei Yinda?" "Rome is the kingdom supported by the god of the apocalypse," said the cardinal, "and with her help Rome rose from a small and inconspicuous city-state to the top..... Sorry, I didn't mean to poke you in the sore spot. ”

"I haven't seen what you're talking about in ancient books."

"It's been too long, the Apocalypse God System has long been torn apart, and a lot of the classics of the year have been lost, these are all things that can't be helped, but our gods still remember these."

“.......”

Seeing that the man was silent, the cardinal said: "We wake you up in the hope that you will lead the people back to the glory of Rome!" You are a great conqueror! Everywhere your war horse goes, people are eating pot pulp and watching the wind fall! You should not sleep in the grave, you should put on your armor, take up a sword, and conquer the world! ”

"For whom will you conquer the world?" The man asked faintly.

The cardinal archbishop was stunned and quickly said, "Of course it's for yourself.... No! It's for Rome! For the once great Roman Republic! Let those former barbarians remember your glorious name and your majestic figure! The Pope said that if you want to conquer Egypt first, we are fully in favor of it .... The women there are indeed beautiful. ”

"You know these words can't fool me, Donatro." The man suddenly said: "I have used these words countless times before, and when it comes to demagogy, I have more experience than anyone else, Pompey, Crassus.... It's all my men's defeats. ”

"Then something practical to say!"

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?" Never mind! They really weren't the ancient Romans of your time! But you know, the Romans did not perish! They were just separated in turmoil! ”

The man raised his eyes, and for the first time looked squarely at Archbishop Donatro.

"The barbarians invaded Rome, and in order to survive, the Romans had to flee incognito, scattering and absconding, and they lived in various kingdoms, waiting for your salvation! As the dictator of Rome, the presence of the Romans in the hearts of the great shore, Your Majesty.... Shouldn't you go and save them! ”

Archbishop Donatro shouted emotionally: "They are being ruled by barbarians, Your Majesty! The ancient Romans were being bullied by those vile, brutal barbarians! You have to show the momentum of a conqueror to defeat the barbarians and save Rome! Build a city-state that belongs to Rome! Serafina, the great goddess of fertility, will do everything she can to help you! Your name will be engraved on the monument and will forever stand in the temple of the gods! It's your mission! ”

"Mission...."

Hearing these two words, the man's Gujing Wubo's eyes set off a trace of waves, once upon a time, he also heard his mother mention the word mission, a great conqueror, will never be discouraged, will never be defeated by the enemy, any setback will become his stepping stone, casting a corridor ladder to the divine court!

"Although your words are full of provocation, they still move me, Donatro, Rome has not yet fallen..."

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 cardinal finally smiled.

"So, who is our first target?"

"The Church of Truth, of course!"

"No, the Romanov kingdom is too far from Rome to be a suitable opponent."

The cardinal archbishop was stunned for a moment, and said blankly: "Then who do you want to do it to, Your Majesty?" ”

"Bonaparte Empire, I want to conquer Gaul north!"

"What?!"