Father Mavie

Chapter 427 Where did the Romans go? (Please subscribe!!!)
September 9, Rome.

Snapped!
The books were gently closed, and the large tabletop was full of ancient books with simple covers that had been eroded by the years. A slightly rough palm stroked the smooth and round mahogany table and chairs, and held the steaming coffee to his nose. Sniffing down, hot air poured into the nose like white mist.

"Ugh"

A slightly melancholy sigh came from the man's mouth. He put down his coffee and got up, grabbed the croissant on the plate at the corner of the table, opened the window of the balcony, kneaded the bread into fine powder, and held it on his fingertips.

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Under the bright sunshine, the man's curly hair between black and brown was slightly reddish, and a few white pigeons were parked on his muscular arms. The pigeons were pecking at the bread crumbs and occasionally biting the man's fingers. The man didn't care at all, he didn't even frown, his dark pupils were as firm as his resolute face.

The balcony of the palace is facing the central square, where stands a tall statue that looks exactly like a man.

Rome, a former cultural center, the name of a city-state that has influenced countless generations, whether it is a crying baby or a farmer sweating in the field, everyone has 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 handed down to this day tells the glory of Rome, but 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 gaze like a falcon, feeling indescribably heavy.

He, Gaius Caesar, the lifelong dictator of the Roman Republic, holding the olive wreath scepter symbolizing power, 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 road to welcome and cheer Caesar. A dagger stabbed by Brutus, whom he considered his own.
The man remembers his life, but he forgets Rome and the history of Rome. These days, he frantically flipped through the ancient books, wanting to know about the great country of Rome, but he was disappointed. The history before his assassination was not recorded in the ancient books , only people passed on word of mouth and talk about history, such as his good nephew, the Roman emperor Octavian known as Augustus, who founded the Roman Empire and recognized him as the "adoptive father"
History is in ashes, the Senate is gone, Cleopatra is gone, and the Roman Empire is gone
Even the Romans were gone.

"Where are the Romans?"

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 orthodox self could not find real Romans. Isn't it funny?

On the contrary, the barbarians who were once regarded as marginal by men have risen.

Gaul, Germanic, Slavic.
The Celts were extinct. Although they were not completely extinct, they had been assimilated by other barbarian rule and withdrew from the stage of history. The land that Rome had laid down was taken away by the barbarians.

The old man is withered, and Rome, which is a country without a country, makes men lose their motivation.

Rome Rome, where is the orthodox Rome?
It was the barbarians who overthrew Rome!

They invaded the proud country of men, plundered the riches of Rome, raped the women of Rome, insulted the men of Rome
Anger flashed across the man's resolute, stone-like face, and then it dimmed again.

The barbarians did plunder the wealth of Rome, but why didn't Rome plunder it from them?

After reading nearly 2000 years of history, the man is tired. He is no longer the ambitious Julius Caesar. He is very confused and can't find the goal he is fighting for.

In the past, he fought for Rome, but where is Rome now?
Under his feet is still the land of Rome, but the people living in this land are no longer the same kind as he knows.

Maybe it was the dagger stabbed by Brutus that completely broke the man's will to fight, or maybe it was the demise of Rome that made the man feel tired and sleepy.

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The door behind him was pushed open, and a red-clothed archbishop walked in. Seeing the man standing on the balcony in a daze, he approached slowly and coughed lightly.

"Cough Your Majesty."

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

"Are you still entangled in the affairs of Rome?" The cardinal shook his head helplessly: "Rome is Rome, where you are, there is Rome."

"What's the point of my Rome alone?" The man said in a low tone: "I should sleep forever, at the most prosperous moment of Rome."

"We are all your people. You are the great dictator and first consul of the Roman Republic, our head and king." The cardinal said respectfully: "Your status is recognized by all the people. 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 Nereida, the great God of Apocalypse?" The archbishop in red said, "Rome is the country supported by Nereida, the God of Revelation. On the peak. Sorry, I didn't mean to poke your pain."

"What you said, I haven't seen it in ancient books."

"It's been too long, the Apocalypse God System has been torn apart, and many ancient books have been lost. These are things that can't be helped, but our god still remembers them."

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Seeing that the man was silent, the archbishop in red said again: "We wake you up, hoping that you will lead the people to restore the glory of Rome! You are a great conqueror! Wherever your horses go, people will eat pots of pulp , look down! 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 archbishop in red was stunned, and quickly said: "Of course it is for yourself. No! It is for Rome! For the once great Roman Republic! Let those former barbarians remember your glorious name and your stalwart figure! Pope Having said that, if you want to conquer Egypt first, we're all for it, and the women there are really beautiful."

"You know these words can't fool 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 and Crassus are both My men are defeated."

"Then say something meaningful!"

The archbishop in red stepped forward quickly, flicked his long sleeves, and pointed to the central square in the distance: "You don't think these people are Romans, right? It's okay! They are indeed not the ancient Romans of your time! But you need to know, The Romans did not perish! They were only scattered in 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 lived in various kingdoms, waiting for your salvation! As the dictator of Rome, there is a great existence in the hearts of the Romans, Your Majesty. Shouldn't you be saving them!"

Archbishop Donatello shouted emotionally: "They are being ruled by the barbarians, Your Majesty! The ancient Romans are being bullied by those despicable and brutal barbarians! You must show the vigor of a conqueror to defeat those barbarians and save Rome!" Establish a city-state belonging to Rome! The great goddess of fertility, Serafina, will do her best to help you! Your name will be engraved on the monument and will stand forever among the temples! This is your mission!"

"mission."

Hearing these two words, the man's Gu Jing Wubo's eyes sparkled. Once upon a time, he also heard the word mission from his mother. A great conqueror will never be discouraged and will never be defeated by the enemy. , any setbacks will become his stepping stones, casting a corridor leading to the divine court!
"Although Ni's words are full of provocations, they still touch me, Donatello, Rome is not dead yet"

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 archbishop in red finally smiled.

"So, who is our first target?"

"Of course the Church of Truth!"

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

The archbishop in red froze for a moment, then said blankly, "Then who do you want to attack, Your Majesty?"

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

"What?!"

(End of this chapter)