My XX deal with Sister Nero

Tony shook his head. Not to mention whether he knew what this meant, these three titles were the first time he had heard of them.

"This means, brother, in the future, if nothing unexpected happens, you will be a new god." Nero sighed and continued to rub Tony's little head: "So, brother, you can't bear the stigma. You have a very high prestige among the people, and you also have a smart mind and incredible creativity. It is because of these factors that the Senate and the Guards are afraid of you. Do you understand?"

"But..." Tony opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

"No buts." Nero smiled and took Tony into his arms, gently patting Tony's back: "Besides, you are also my brother. Isn't the purpose of a sister to protect her brother from the wind and rain?"

PS: Let’s buy a small cake at night.

Chapter 297: A tyrant emperor! A tyrant emperor! (Additional update 57)

Tony cried.

He was very upset, upset about his miscalculation; he was also very touched, touched that he had such a good sister.

Just as Nero said, in the eyes of the Senate, Nero, who loved drama and opera, was a complete and idle tyrant, but Nero did not care about that.

Perhaps in her cognition, she was not an emperor, but a seventeen-year-old girl.

From the beginning of Nero's accession to the throne, she showed an attitude that she did not want to be the emperor, but her brother did not want to be the emperor either. What should she do? Should she force her brother to be the emperor?

His younger brother was still young, and they had been separated for many years before reuniting. Nero wanted to hold his younger brother in his hands like a treasure. Forcing his younger brother to do something he didn't want to do? Forget it.

What should he do if his younger brother doesn't want to be the emperor and the throne cannot be passed down to someone else? He can only take the throne himself.

Fortunately, there were many capable ministers in the Roman Empire at this time, so Nero did not have to worry about not being able to handle state affairs. Under the guidance of the capable ministers, Nero was able to barely rule this huge empire.

However, Nero was only a seventeen-year-old girl after all. She had many things she wanted to do, and these things were completely unprofessional to the Senate.

Foolish king!

This is the evaluation of Nero by many senators in the past two months.

With capable ministers around him, Nero was basically a hands-off boss. What he thought about most every day was his younger brother, and the second thing was what to play that day.

You mean handling government affairs? Not to mention third place, it's not even in the top five.

Anyway, in the eyes of the elders, he was already a tyrant, so he would be a tyrant. He would cede territory to the rebels and take the blame.

My younger brother is still young. In the future, this empire will belong to him. He must establish a good image. He cannot bear this stigma!

And... this is my younger brother after all. If my younger brother bears this stigma and is nailed to the pillar of shame in history, he will be scolded for thousands of years.

If your younger brother makes a mistake, you can scold and beat him up, but you absolutely cannot let him bear the stigma and be scolded for thousands of years!

"Sister..." Tony looked up at Nero with tears in his eyes and a look of regret on his face.

That's right, Tony had cried before, either because he was beaten or because he squeezed out tears just to act cute, but this time, he was truly moved.

"Okay, little brother, be good and don't cry. If you keep crying, the generals will laugh at you." Nero stroked his brother's head and said with a warm smile.

"Ahem." Hearing what His Majesty said, several generals present couldn't help but cough a few times and turned their heads away in embarrassment.

"Yeah!" Tony wiped his tears and gave Nero a big smile.

After returning to his tent, Tony took a deep breath and patted his cheeks hard.

Cheer up! Now is not the time to be sentimental!

Since my sister has given so much for me, I, as her younger brother, can't keep feeling sad all the time, right?

After Sefalu retreated, Tony and others stayed here for a while. The first was to organize the reconstruction of the city of Kyria, and the second was to set up outposts on the southern border of the entire empire to prevent Sefalu's second invasion.

As for the more than 100,000 Eastern Legion... except for the regular army returning to its base to replenish manpower, the temporarily recruited national army was basically disbanded on the spot, taking their weapons and equipment as well as military pay and returning home to do what they had to do.

Soon, the news that Nero had decided to cede half of the Egyptian province reached Rome, the Senate Hall, and the ears of the senators.

"What a tyrant! What a tyrant!!!" Vanore slammed the table and stood up. He was so angry that he was shaking all over and almost passed out!

It would be fine if he was not doing his job properly, but this tyrant actually...actually ceded land to the rebels! And acknowledged the power of the rebels!

Ancestors, be above!

Are you trying to revive all the Roman kings, consuls, dictators and previous emperors since the monarchy era? !

How did the Augustus family, the Germanicus family and the Claudius family come together to produce a tyrant like you!!!

Just as Nero said, the province of Egypt was the emperor's private garden. Since Augustus, the governors of the province of Egypt were basically all the confidants of successive emperors. Even the senators of the Senate were not allowed to enter the province of Egypt without permission. If the emperor really wanted to do something to Egypt, the Roman Senate really could not do anything!

But! The Egyptian province was not only the emperor's private garden, it was also the largest granary in the entire Roman Empire. Rome relied on food shipped from Egypt for at least four months every year.

How rich was the province of Egypt? Well, the grain that the province of Egypt handed over to Rome every month was worth as much as the taxes that the province of Judea paid every year!

What a tyrant! What a tyrant!

Even though Upper Egypt's grain production is not as good as Lower Egypt's, she actually did such a thing as ceding half of the province's territory to the rebels!

"What is your Majesty thinking about?" Vitellius frowned and looked at Seneca who was sitting next to him, and asked in a low voice.

"Your Majesty... perhaps you have your own considerations?" Seneca shook his head. How did he know what His Majesty was thinking?

Among the many senators, Seneca was Nero's teacher, so he had the most contact with Nero. According to his understanding of Nero, although Nero was a bit playful and had a brother-con, he should not do such a thing as ceding land to the rebels. Your Majesty should know what his action meant.

"So what should we do now?" Vitellius frowned and looked at Windex who stood up, and asked in a low voice.

"Let's wait and see what happens." Seneca said, also staring at Windex.

"Sir Vanore, colleagues, our Majesty Nero has ruled this great empire for more than a year. Except for last year, when His Majesty could barely be described as diligent, since the beginning of this year, after His Majesty built his own team, he gradually began to be idle. But His Majesty is only seventeen years old and still a child. As a father, I can understand His Majesty's love of play, but this time, His Majesty really went too far. Even if the province of Egypt is His Majesty's private property, we should not ask how to deal with his property. But since Augustus, the heads of the Roman Empire have never compromised with the rebels, let alone ceded land! This is simply a great shame for the empire!" Windykes stood there with an angry face and said passionately.

"So, Mr. Windex, what do you think?" Vanore looked at Windex and asked.

"Mr. Vanore." Nodding slightly to Vanore, Wendex took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Since the emperor cannot bring glory to the empire, why not... depose the emperor and completely restore the republican system!"

PS1: Thanks to "墨白_毒" for the reward of a piece of soap ~ Thank you ~

PS2: My sister treated me to a cake, I was so happy~

Chapter 298 You have to compensate your sister~ (Additional update 58)

Depose the emperor? Vanore frowned and reminded: "Sir Vendex, the emperor is different from the consul. We do not have the power to depose the emperor."

Windex nodded and said seriously: "I know that the Senate does not have the power to remove the emperor, but nominally, it is still the Republic Era, isn't it?"

Vanore said nothing.

Yes, although Nero held the title of emperor, she had not yet achieved true absolute monarchy.

After all, Caesar, the first one who almost became king, is already dead.

So although the emperors of the Julio-Claudian dynasty later obtained the title of emperor, they did not fully obtain the corresponding power. A lot of power in the empire was still in the hands of the Senate, and in order to prevent himself from being assassinated, Augustus still recognized that it was still a republic, well, a republic in name only.

"So, Lord Wendex, what do you want to do?" Vanore asked, looking at Wendex calmly.

Everyone knows that Windex is a radical in the Senate. In name, Windex has been trying his best to restore the republic, but in fact, he, like everyone else, wants to gain some benefits in the name of restoring the republic.

But no matter what, at least a considerable number of elders believed that the emperor was their enemy.

"We can take this opportunity to take back the voting and administrative powers that should belong to us!" Wendex said in a deep voice.

"This..." Not to mention Vanore, even the other elders felt that Windex's appetite was too big!

What is the right to vote? When Augustus was in power, in order to maintain the nominal republic, he gave the Senate the right to vote, stipulating that Augustus' term of office was only ten years. After ten years, the Senate would elect a new Augustus.

But this power was just talk. In fact, the early Roman Empire had always implemented the system of adopted sons, that is, adopting a son and having this adopted son inherit the throne. For example, after the death of Augustus, the successor was Tiberius, and after the death of Claudius, the successor was Nero.

What if the emperor died early and did not have time to designate a successor?

It's very simple, the military elects the president and then the Senate makes the ceremonial decision.

For example, this is how Claudius came to power after Caligula's death.

Of course, in addition to this, according to the rules, senators can also recommend senior officials. However, in reality, these senior officials are basically recommended by the emperor himself, and the Senate just goes through the process.

As for the executive power...there is no need to say much, it basically encompasses all the financial and diplomatic affairs of the Roman Empire. If the Senate really took back these two powers, plus the legislative power they already have, then it can basically be said that Rome has truly returned to the true republican era.

No matter how evil Nero was, he would never allow such a thing to happen.

The Senate... this is showing signs of rebellion! Vitellius looked at Seneca with some concern. If the Senate was allowed to continue doing this, the consequences would be disastrous!

"I will inform His Majesty about this later, and then we will wait and see what happens." Seneca sighed. Now that His Majesty is not here, even if the Senate wants to take back power, it will have to wait until His Majesty returns.

"I understand..." Vitellius nodded and stopped talking.

About two days later, in the study of the governor's residence in Keria City.

"What a bunch of bastards!" Tony slammed the table, stood up, and looked at the news from Rome on the table with gritted teeth.

"Calm down, brother. Wasn't this within our expectations from the beginning?" Nero said as he calmly picked up the cup in front of him, took a sip of the iced grape juice in it very elegantly.

Yes, this is indeed to be expected.

The Senate was bent on restoring a true republic, so it was only natural that they would want to take back some power.

"Sister, what should we do?" Tony scratched his head and asked, looking at Nero who looked calm and elegant.

"Why don't we just go back and have a good talk with them? What else can we do?" Nero sighed and said, "Brother, look at how much my sister has shouldered for you. Don't you have to compensate her?"

???

Although Tony felt quite sorry for Nero these days, after all, he made a big mistake but let Nero take the blame for him. This is indeed a bit weird, right?

But what are you trying to do? Taking advantage of someone's misfortune?

Seeing Tony's alert face, Nero sighed and looked at his brother a little aggrieved: "Sister just wants brother to make up for it, not to stew him into soup, is it necessary to be so alert?"

"Tell me what you want to do first." Tony said to Nero, looking unmoved.

"Look, brother. We are going back to Rome soon. Cefalu won't be able to come for a day or two. How about... brother and sister sleep together tonight?"

not good!

Tony shook his head decisively and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep well at night if I sleep with you. Damn it, I'm already trying to suppress my penis when I'm in your arms. How can I expect you to sleep?"

"No!" Tony shook his head frantically and said to Nero.

"Hey!" Nero still looked at Tony with grievance and said, "Well...how about this~I have specially composed a lullaby for my brother these days. Um~It's called "Sleeping Child, Banquet and Arena". I will sing it to you tonight, okay~"

???

Wait, a lullaby, right? I understand a sleeping child, but what does this have to do with banquets and arenas? Did the child fall asleep while eating in the arena?

Oh my god, I can tell from the title of your song that this is a... a... a beautiful song worthy of being compared with Apollo, the god of music theory!

If anyone dares to say that His Majesty's singing is unpleasant, I will send my guards to blow his head off!

But, this kind of... right, this kind of beautiful and melodious singing is not something that mortals can enjoy, emmm... I am still a mortal and have not become a god yet, so forget about this song.

"Ahem, it's like this, sister." Tony coughed twice, looked at Nero, and said seriously, "This city of Kyria is located in the northern part of the desert. It has a typical tropical desert climate. Well, it's a tropical desert climate. It's very hot during the day and very cold at night. So as a younger brother, how can I bear to watch my sister sing a lullaby to me on such a cold night? My brother...will be heartbroken~"

Wow!

Looking at Tony's sincere expression, Nero suddenly felt that the blame was not in vain!

"I'll sing it for you when I get back to Rome~"

PS: Do you think there will be any updates later?

Chapter 299: The Sellout Emperor

After dismissing the soldiers and arranging the outposts to be stationed in various oases, thousands of civilians who had already fled abroad returned to the city of Keria under the leadership of the governor of Keria.

After the relevant affairs were handed over, Nero stayed in the city of Caria for another two days. Early in the morning of that day, he finally set out to return to Rome.

"Have you heard? Our Emperor will be back soon." In a tavern in Rome, a Roman civilian took a big sip of the cheap wheat wine in his glass, then he let out a long sigh and said to his friend sitting next to him.

"Ah? Come back? Where did His Majesty go?" His friend was halfway through drinking a sip of wine when he heard his buddy say this. He hadn't heard that His Majesty had left Rome, and... it seemed that there was nothing worth His Majesty leaving for in recent days?

"You don't know this..." The young man approached his friend with a mysterious look on his face and said, "I have a brother, you know, the one who does odd jobs in the Imperial Guard camp. He told me a few days ago that His Majesty went to the south. It is said that something happened in the south, and the more than 100,000 troops withdrawn from the imperial front were transferred there."

"More than a hundred thousand troops were all transferred to the south? What happened in the south? I remember there seemed to be only one Egyptian rebel in the south? But is this group of rebels worth the empire sending more than a hundred thousand troops to encircle and suppress them?" his friend asked in some surprise.

"Not them." The young man shook his head. "I don't know who the specific enemy is, but I heard that His Majesty ceded half of the Egyptian province to the Egyptian rebels in order to encircle and suppress this enemy. It seems that he intends to win over the rebels to fight against the enemy."

"Cede territory? Is your Majesty crazy?!" The young man's friend stood up subconsciously and said loudly.

"Be careful what you say!" The young man pulled his friend down, then smiled awkwardly at the people at the tables around him, and said, "Anyway, many people are saying that your majesty is selling out the country!"

"Okay, just say less." Realizing that this topic was getting more and more out of the topic, the young man's friend quickly reached out and covered his mouth.

You can eat whatever you want, but there are some things you can’t say.

The scene that took place in this tavern was just a small glimpse into the lives of the citizens of Rome, and throughout the city of Rome, scenes like this were happening almost every day in many similar places.