Cesare realized that he was sinking deeper and deeper into his hallucinations, subconsciously struggling and never waking up again, unbeknownst to him.

At this time, the monsters in the forest were roaring in pain, startling the birds in all directions, and the animals scattered and fled, which also made Anya, who was gradually lost in the forest, relocate Cesare and hurried in the direction of the sound.

The environment has become strange again, and the scenes of reminiscence, whether it is the childhood home or the lawn and flower fields, all the colors are like the dyes of an oil painting melting at the same time, and slowly changing shape again into another image.

In the process, Cesare gradually lost his self-perception and gradually merged into his memories.

"What kind of person is your mother?" Claudius's voice echoed hollowly, sometimes close to his ears and sometimes far away, as if he was ringing in his head, and he could still hear it even if he covered his ears.

Cesare remembered his mother, who was always stubborn.

The scene changes in memory, the cosy little houses have been transformed into tall churches, and many old buildings and ecclesiastical buildings stand on both sides of the street. Cesare recalled the capital of the Papal State, Friedrich, a city full of art and the blessings of the gods.

Here, lavish and magnificent architecture is a common sight, and the breathing marble statues are the work of countless artists.

Whether it's churches, palaces, or squares, the city is far more planned and prosperous than any other town, and the innovation of industrial technology has made the sound of machinery resounding in the Friedmont.

The buildings are towering, the streets are wide and clean, and people wear fashionable clothes to pass through the transition between the factories of the new era and the music squares of the old era, and feel the change of times and the greatness of the country's strength.

When he was a child, Cesare lived on the outskirts of the capital city of Filene, and his mother insisted on taking Cesare to the city from time to time, even though he could let the servants of the family do many things.

For example, when buying something or going to church for a service, my mother would always say a lot of things that would make it meaningless for others to do for her.

As she said, no matter how big or small, whatever she can do by herself will never be left to the service of her servants.

Cesare remembered his mother as beautiful.

Mother often walked the beautiful streets of Philemerald, holding her own hand when she was a child, and stubbornly refusing to allow her servants to follow her, even though she was pregnant again, her mother seemed to enjoy her time with Cesare and did not allow any disturbance.

Carrying a basket covered with a white cloth in one hand and a young Cesare in the other, her mother's beauty was always particularly eye-catching.

In contrast to those women who are dressed up in bewitching clothes, the beauty of the mother is a natural angelic face. It is no exaggeration to say that her mother's blonde hair shines brighter than the sun, and her fair skin looks even more beautiful and moving.

Mother's eyes were deep blue, brighter than any sapphire ever built.

In my memory, my mother was never public, although sometimes she would spend a lot of money to buy her favorite clothes, but the purpose would never be for vanity but simply for her own aesthetic preferences.

When my mother went out, she always wore a slim long skirt, the skirt swayed gently with her footsteps, and her noble temperament did not come from acquired learning but was born beautiful.

The material of the skirt is light silk, which is comfortable and soft to the touch. The delicate top also outlined the mother's figure just right, and a few tufts of lace on the shoulders impressed Cesare and made the overall look more elegant.

My mother was always wearing a pair of high heels, which seemed to the rest of the day to be a fashion icon, but my mother would always laugh and say that they were just designed to avoid stepping on feces on the streets of town.

Men would take off their hats for their mother's face, and women would look back with jealousy.

However, my mother never cared about the eyes of others, even if it was a willful behavior in the eyes of others, my mother always did what she liked without being bound by the world.

Cesare remembered his mother as kind.

He and his mother came out of the church that day and went to the market to buy some fresh fruit, and then thought about going back to the post house and taking the carriage back to their home in the country.

The streets are bustling with people, most of them dressed nobly, mostly local residents, and most of them dressed in tatters, poor people from outside, trying to make a living here.

Mother took young Cesare for a leisurely stroll admiring the streetscape, as if they were out of step with the crowd of people, rich and poor, all of whom were busy surviving.

When I was a child, my family was not rich compared to a wealthy family, but my mother always enjoyed the current life and never spent her time complaining about the shortness of life.

It was a normal day.

I remember my mother taking him into a bustling street lined with shops selling handicrafts and fragrant delicacies.

And among the colorful pedestrians dressed in bells and whistles, a poor beggar fell on the side of the road, holding an empty bowl in his hand, and kept begging from the passers-by.

The man looked very old, skinny and covered in mud, with only a fig leaf on his body, and it would not be long before the guards would arrest him on charges of affecting the city.

His pale beard was littered with lice, and his nose seemed to have been cut in half, leaving a blurry lump of flesh hanging from his face.

And the crowd walked past the old man without stopping for half a moment, even as if deliberately making things difficult, a strange woman lifted the hem of her skirt as she passed by, kicked the old man on the empty bowl he was begging, and kicked the old man's only property out of the body.

Then the woman ran away, laughing and exchanging things with her friends, and from time to time they turned back and laughed at the embarrassed old man.

The beggar was about to crawl to retrieve the empty bowl, but Cesare's mother had already picked it up for him.

Seeing that he was pitiful, he didn't say much, so he pulled Cesare and put the empty bowl back to the old man, squatted down and gently put the money on his body into the bowl, leaving only himself the money to go back to the carriage.

Then, as if remembering something again, the mother reached in and took out the bread she had just bought from the basket and handed it to the old man.

"Take it and eat it, old man." The mother's voice was gentle and clear, like a clear spring that reassured.

Cesare didn't really like the beggar.

Not because he looked old and ugly and smelled like he was covered in a stench, but because when his mother had given him so much, he didn't even say a word of thanks, and took the money and bread away as a matter of course.

just raised the corners of his mouth and showed a mouthful of yellow teeth for fun, and then said a word without a beginning or an end.

"Please be careful, kind lady...... Conspicuous flowers like yours will always have bees to follow. ”