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"Your Majesty...why are you here?"

Standing in front of Shuoyue was the young emperor who was wearing a bright red dress, had blonde hair and blue eyes, and had a petite but plump figure, like a big blooming rose.

"Hmm! Of course Yu is here to inspect the work!" Nero rolled his eyes, naturally not saying it was because of daydreaming, "Speaking of which, Yu ran all the way here and was almost hungry. Is there anything to eat? I want to eat meat!"

As she spoke, the girl pouted her red lips and stroked her flat belly. Her resentful look almost made Shuoyue think that she was some evil person who took all the blame and refused to admit it.

"Yes, yes... Please wait a moment. I will take you to dinner as soon as I finish my business here."

Even if he wanted to celebrate with the people, Shuoyue would never let the emperor eat at the same table with the prisoners of war. He responded to Nero's words casually, thinking about how to fool this stupid emperor, when a young soldier holding a shovel suddenly ran over, saluted respectfully, and said loudly and energetically:

"Governor, the tools are ready. How big should the pit be? And where should it be dug?"

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An extremely awkward silence fell, and the young soldier was waiting for instructions like a hot-blooded idiot, not knowing that while the blond emperor showed an interested expression, the white-haired governor looked at him as if he was a dead person.

Young man, the death star above your head is shining.

Of course, the so-called pit killing does not mean digging a pit and burying people alive. Here, Shuoyue was just intimidating the captives and was not serious.

Chapter 247: Roman Flower, Roman Love

All the toast soldiers in the camp, including prisoners and surrendered soldiers, saw a strange scene.

The white-haired governor who had led them to capture the enemy's garrison with perfect command was now avoiding their gaze, looking somewhat obedient. And their emperor, a petite blonde girl, was looking up at him in an aggressive posture, almost sticking to the governor, with her emerald pupils full of 'I'm very curious'.

"So, what did the kid mean by 'digging a hole'?"

You heard it wrong, Your Majesty."

"Hmm, although I have had more and more headaches recently, I am not stupid enough to misunderstand what you say! So - tell me, Governor!"

At the end, Nero simply hugged Shuoyue's arm and started to act coquettishly.

The face that could be compared to the goddess of beauty Venus slowly approached, and the rather bold outfit seemed to carry a scorching temperature. Shuoyue only glanced at the cleavage on her chest and subconsciously turned his eyes away, but the translucent skirt came into view again.

It's simply painful and happy.

From Nero's perspective, she might simply have thought that this approach would make it easier for Shuoyue to give in.

But in the eyes of others, this was a manifestation of the Roman emperor's affection for their commander.

A group of rough guys who were feeling uncomfortable in the barracks exchanged glances and chuckled in a way that all men can understand.

After all, only this reason could make His Majesty the Emperor, who is in charge of the central government and busy with affairs of state, come to Pisa. Only this reason could make this noble Rose Girl take the initiative to throw herself into his arms and act coquettishly in front of everyone without restraint.

Even Shuoyue couldn't help but have the idea of ​​'three major illusions in life', but considering the emperor's personality, he finally suppressed the slight throbbing in his heart and said lightly:

"I refuse. This is what soldiers have to deal with. As the emperor, you only need to sit in front of the hall. I will lead the soldiers to fight in all directions and bring you victory. It is better for you not to get involved in the cold wind and frost."

"Well--!"

Nero pursed his red lips and almost expressed his dissatisfaction in front of Shuoyue.

"I order you to tell me the answer to this question!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shuoyue subconsciously looked at the back of Nero's hand, only to find that the Command Seal was still there.

Isn't this kind of thing enough to arouse Nero's emotions to the point of using the Command Spell?

But we can't refuse, and we can't let Nero develop the psychological inertia that "even orders will have no effect."

As his mind raced, Shuoyue sighed helplessly and finally gave the answer:

"It is for burying corpses, Your Majesty."

How can there be no death in war? And the bodies cannot be discarded casually. Usually the victorious side will bury its soldiers in a separate grave, so that their comrades can rest in peace.

As for the enemy's corpses, they are not treated so well. They are usually buried together, and digging pits is the most normal thing.

"Is that so..." Nero could tell that this was the truth, but instinctively she still felt that something was wrong. After thinking for a moment, she decided to forget about it.

All she wanted was an attitude. Since Shuoyue had already given an answer, she would not continue to ask.

And Shuoyue, with his eyes flickering slightly, still avoided Nero's enthusiastic and cheerful gaze.

Burying corpses is real, but are they digging pits for people who are already dead, or are they torture instruments for people who are about to die?

The truth of the matter is still buried in the iceberg by Shuoyue.

"Well, Your Majesty, I have answered all your questions. Now please return to your tent and rest."

"Governor, I am the emperor, right? I am free to go wherever I want!" The more Shuoyue wanted Nero to go back, the more he refused to give in. "Who are these people? Are they the pitiful people who fought against us and finally failed?"

The white-haired young man looked at the emperor with empty eyes, completely helpless against this self-indulgent emperor: "Yes, these are the fools who would rather die than be loyal to the Roman United Empire."

"Hmm, they are all loyal and righteous people." Nero thought thoughtfully.

Wait, you don't want to forgive them, do you? " Hearing something wrong from the praise, Shuoyue immediately realized a possibility.

Hearing this, Nero looked up at the moon in confusion and said, "Hmm, why not? My Rome should be open to all things!"

This is true, as both history and Rome itself proves.

In many ancient civilizations, whether it is Babylon, Egypt, India or even China, there has been a certain degree of xenophobia.

Only in Rome, although slavery existed, as long as one was a Roman citizen, regardless of nationality or belief, he would be treated equally.

Macrinus, who once sat on the Roman throne, was even a black man from the province of Nubia.

In the long river of history, it is probably difficult to find a civilization as open and inclusive as ancient Rome. As the saying goes, 'all roads lead to Rome'. As long as you are willing to be Rome, then you are Rome.

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But on this matter alone, Shuoyue did not agree with Nero's approach.

"Where does your tolerance come from, Your Majesty?" The white-haired young man called out to the emperor, his blood-red eyes shrouded in unknown emotions. "What do you have to accept all this?"

"That is the unwillingness of the enemy being killed, that is the resentment of the comrades who sacrificed their lives, that is the chain of hatred that leads to mutual slaughter and endless grudges."

"Are you ready to accept all this?"

Forgiving these soldiers would mean forgiving the crimes they had committed before, which would also mean that the soldiers would lose their target of revenge. The sacrifice of the entire Shuoyue army would become a fact, which could not be reversed or even sacrificed with blood.

Will people agree to this?

Soldiers who lost their limbs in battle, soldiers who lost their comrades in battle, and citizens who lost their loved ones in the flames of war...

Will they choose to forgive like Nero did?

"What are you talking about, Governor?" Faced with Shuoyue's questioning, Nero widened his eyes in surprise and gave an answer as a matter of course.

"Of course it's because of love! I deeply love every tree and blade of grass in Rome, and I love anyone who is willing to become a Roman!"

The emperor, who was as beautiful as a rose, said this with a smile.

Love?

The white-haired young man was completely speechless, and when Nero saw that Shuoyue was speechless, he puffed out his chest and raised his head like a victorious general, and walked to the front of the stage in place of Shuoyue.

Although she is such a petite figure, no one can take their eyes off her.

"I am Emperor Nero Claudius! I have given you permission to listen to my words!"

...I will never admit that the flower of Rome is that fat uncle Caesar.

Chapter 248: The Departure, the Song and the Tragedy on the Other Side

Even a gold coin,

Even if it's just a night of fun,

Even if it's just a small dream,

As long as it is watched by thousands of people,

A flower-like smile will appear.

That is what the Rose Emperor envisions, the ultimate form of beauty.

The white-haired young man leaned against the stage, looking at the young emperor who was loudly expressing his love and mercifully offering salvation on the stage, and seeing the smile on her face that was from the bottom of her heart, he suddenly remembered the comments of the Supreme Master on Nero.

[Give the sky stars, give the earth flowers. And, give people love.]

I don’t know that this existence is the ultimate beauty. 】

But this beauty is not permanent. "The young man whispered to himself, "A beautiful rose always has thorns, and it is because she knows how to refuse that she can bloom so proudly."

"Once the thorns on the body are retracted, it will be too easy to be trampled by wild animals and pecked by birds. Even if it is lucky enough to be plucked by people and fed with morning dew, it can only maintain its life for a few days, and soon wither along with its pride."

It was as if in the end, everyone was afraid of this emperor who was like a monster and tolerated and accepted everything, which eventually led to her being deserted by her friends and relatives, and finally, at the third sunset, she closed her eyes forever.

"It shouldn't be like this. It absolutely shouldn't be like this." Shuoyue looked at the death row prisoners who were crying and hugging each other because they had received Nero's forgiveness, as well as the surrendered soldiers who were standing in the corner with a mixture of guilt and dissatisfaction on their faces. There seemed to be a blood-red flame burning in his eyes.

"If everyone could be like you, then the Five Hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period would be nothing more than illusions in martial arts novels, and the wars between families and countries would have come to an end long ago - but this is impossible."

"Nero, the emperor who turned his back on the world, you are a rose, and therefore you cannot be universal. Not everyone can bloom like you."

"Peace in the world cannot be achieved through heroes."

The young man with white hair and bloodshot eyes turned around, turned his back to Nero, and strode away without any reluctance.

...Thinking about it now, that ending was already determined at that time.

"Why are you here?"

Inside the tent, Shuoyue, who had already calmed down, raised his eyebrows and looked at his confidants who were rushing in like a swarm of fleeing bees, puzzled.

A group of Nero's former guards looked at each other. Rosario stepped forward and said with a complicated expression:

"It's because of His Majesty Nero..."

"Hmm? (If you have something to say, please say it quickly)"

Rosario swallowed his saliva. Because of his extreme loyalty to Shuoyue, he finally stammered and told the reason:

"Because the prisoners were willing to surrender and acknowledge your majesty's supreme status, His Majesty Nero was very happy and decided to... sing a song.

Oh shit, it's over.

Shuoyue immediately realized what had happened and twitched his mouth.

As everyone knows, there are several unwritten rules in Gary, such as never letting Altria's servants into the kitchen, never letting Shuten and Ibuki-douji stay together, and for example - Nero and Dragon Lady's concerts are definitely not allowed!

One was because of a headache and his singing was seriously out of tune, but he couldn't notice it; the other was because of the 'Dragon's Roar and Thunder', the song he sang had a dragon's breath effect, which could really hurt him every minute... If the two Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chick were to team up, it would definitely be a devastating situation.

Even in the story, a group of servants under Shirakuno Kishinami started a war in order to prevent them from holding the idol festival.

Did you sing?"

"It has already begun." Rosario had a look of dismay on his face, and it was obvious that he had been mentally polluted to a great extent.

If Her Majesty were to sing in the Golden Palace without locking the door, I'm afraid everyone would run away the moment she opened her mouth, right?

However, after pondering for a while, Shuoyue stood up and walked out of the tent.

"Commander-in-chief?!"

"Don't worry about me. I haven't heard the Emperor sing yet, so I want to try it anyway."

After all, apart from Nero's popular version of the Christmas song, Shuoyue had never heard Nero sing a serious song, and even though it was a Christmas song, he didn't think it was that bad.

So, with everyone looking on respectfully to see the warrior off, Shuoyue, whose curiosity was enough to kill the cat, lifted the curtain with magic soundproofing and walked out.

The moment you go out, others start counting down.

"Crash!" The curtain was roughly opened, and the white-haired young man rushed back to the tent with rapid breathing, as if he had just experienced a battle, and cold sweat slid down his face.

"This is really... Is it some kind of causal weapon?!"

If he hadn't dodged in time, Shuoyue even felt that his spiritual foundation would have suffered irreversible damage!

After a short pause, Shuoyue waved his hand unhappily, signaling his subordinates to put away their unscrupulous smiles: "Don't worry about His Highness Nero who suddenly came over. I saw you, Ethel. Since you are back, does it mean that the war on the other side is over?"

Hearing this, a young man stepped out from the crowd and knelt on one knee: "Yes, the battle of Golin Varus is over!"

Shelda Esser, who was also a member of the patrol, was ordered by Shuoyue not to participate in the battle before the army set out. Instead, he was ordered to take a small group of troops and secretly follow Goering to check the battle situation. If things were not as Shuoyue thought, and the scarcity of defense on the coastline was indeed due to the enemy's negligence, then they could just leave quietly as if they had never been there.

But if the worst happened - then Ethel would have to show her struggling comrades a way out in that hell.

"Reporting to the Lord: The former deputy general Golin Varus was torn to pieces by a man in a bright red cloak shortly after the battle began. After that, the man displayed unparalleled combat power and tore our team apart with his own hands."

Even though Shuoyue had already explained the possibility in advance, Ethel's body still trembled slightly when he mentioned it. Even though they were quite far away and he couldn't even see the man's face clearly, his violent posture and bloody killing still aroused the young man's instinctive fear.