My XX deal with Sister Nero

"Your Majesty, Your Highness, I'm sure you two already know that the front line was hit by a meteorite attack, causing thousands of casualties. Now it is said that the soldiers on the front line are all saying that this is a punishment from God, the wrath of the gods." After Tony sat down, Seneca stood up and said to Nero and Tony.

"Although it's a coincidence that a meteorite hit someone, it's not necessarily a punishment from the gods." As soon as Seneca finished speaking, Tony retorted without even thinking.

"Your Highness, that being said, the people have to believe it." Seneca said with a wry smile and shook his head.

"...You make a lot of sense." Tony was silent for two seconds and then nodded: "Mr. Julius, I remember that the priest...should understand astrology, right?"

Julius nodded and said modestly, "I understand a little bit, a little bit."

"Then tell me, does the recent astrology have any say about this meteorite falling to the ground?" Tony looked at Julius and asked.

"Uh..." Julius shook his head and said awkwardly: "To be honest, I...didn't find any similar signs."

Although there were relatively crude astronomical observations in this era, compared with astronomical telescopes in the future, the so-called astronomical observations of this era were purely observations with the naked eye.

"No? That's easy." Tony nodded.

Although he didn't really believe in the existence of gods, this was the Type-Moon world, a world with gods and fantasy species. To be on the safe side, Tony had to first confirm whether there was really a god involved. The most basic point was that his own gods could not interfere. If the Roman gods brought down divine punishment or something, then there was no point in saying anything. Nothing he said would be of any use.

Since the priest said that he did not observe anything, it means that the landing of the meteorite must have nothing to do with the Roman gods. Since it has nothing to do with the Roman gods, it is easy to say whether it was done by the gods believed in by Parthia or it was an accident.

If used properly, Tony could even take this opportunity to conduct a wave of publicity that could boost morale.

"Then next, we have to agree on a common story, that is, where did this meteorite come from." Tony glanced at Nero who was sitting next to him with an indifferent look on his face, and spoke calmly.

Chapter 223 My sister must be planning something bad again!

"My brother has a point." Nero nodded.

Although Nero was no longer interested in political affairs, she was simply not interested. As she had been trained as the crown prince by Agrippina the Younger since she was a child, she had an extremely keen political sense.

Of course she understood that if the origin of the meteorite was not explained clearly, people would most likely think that it was a punishment from God.

Once the people believe that this is a punishment from God, then the war will certainly not be able to continue. People will even question the authority of the Roman emperor to a certain extent. Especially if the Senate takes the opportunity to cause trouble again, it will be even more troublesome.

"Does the Senate know about the meteorite attack on the front line now?" Tony asked, frowning and looking at Seneca.

"I know. After all, the battle reports from the frontline are first transmitted to the Senate, and then the Senate passes them on to Your Majesty."

"The Senate handed it over..." Tony tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, pondered for two seconds, and said, "In other words, the Senate already knows the current situation on the front line. Then we have to come up with a name for the origin of this meteorite before they announce the news."

"Um, but brother, what if this meteorite... is really a punishment from God?" Nero turned his head to look at Tony, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.

Um? What's the meaning?

Although he didn't know why Nero said that, Tony keenly realized that his sister... seemed to be planning something bad again!

"We must first unify our statements internally, that is, this meteorite is not a divine punishment, at least, it is not a punishment from the Roman gods." After looking at Nero, Tony frowned and said, "This is a bottom line. Other propaganda arguments are based on this bottom line. For example... we can say that the Parthian gods are afraid of our Roman legions, so they personally sent down meteorites in the hope of stopping our army's advance."

"That's indeed a good statement." Seneca looked at Tony with some appreciation and nodded.

"But..." Tony continued, "We'd better figure out where this meteorite came from. If we can figure it out, then it's fine. If not, then let's just do as I said just now."

"But..." Julius stood up and said awkwardly, "How can we understand this?"

Just as Tony was about to speak, someone suddenly knocked on the door of the hall.

"Hmm? Come in." Seneca first glanced at Tony and Nero, then coughed lightly and shouted towards the door.

"Your Majesty." The door opened, and a female guard walked in quickly and knelt on one knee: "Your Highness, the latest intelligence from the front line."

"Show it up." Nero nodded and said to the female guard.

As a result, Nero gently shook his hands and took a look at the papyrus in the guard's hand. Then his delicate eyebrows slightly frowned.

"Huh?" After leaning his head over to take a look at the contents of the letter, Tony was stunned.

The content of the letter is very simple, just one sentence.

“No meteorites were found.”

Didn't find the meteorite? Was hit by a meteorite but didn't find the meteorite? What does this mean? Tony was confused at the time. You can't say that the meteorite melted like ice cream? !

"Wait a minute." After sitting there in a daze for about half a minute, Tony suddenly slapped the table, stood up and said, "I think I should have guessed what this meteorite is about!"

"Hmm, brother, do you know what's going on?" Hearing Tony's words, Nero looked at Tony curiously and asked.

Tony nodded and said, "At first I fell into a misconception. I was sure that this was a meteorite, but what if it wasn't a meteorite? What if something else hit the ground and caused an effect similar to a meteorite impact?"

"What... is that?" Julius was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously.

"I don't know how much you two know about the legends in the Persian region, but I think you should have read the battle report I presented to you before. When I was commanding the battle, I met a guy, yes, Arash Kamango. How much do you know about this name?"

"Arash?" Seneca was stunned for a moment and said, "I've heard of this name. The legendary Persian hero seems to have been resurrected this time, right?"

"Yes, then here comes the question, Mr. Seneca." Tony looked at Seneca and smiled, and said, "What is the most famous legend of this great Persian hero?"

"Of course..." At this point, Seneca suddenly reacted and stood up subconsciously and said: "Your Highness means..."

"Noble Phantasm."

Tony uttered the word lightly: "Noble Phantasm refers to the concept of weaponry formed by the embodiment of the legends or life stories of some heroes after their death. The legend of Arash is that he once shot out a border line with one arrow, so this legend was embodied after his death to form a concept weapon unique to him, that is, a shooting star."

"Concept...armament?" Faced with such an unfamiliar word, Seneca was a little confused. It seemed that... His Highness always knew something that he didn't know.

"Just as the legend goes, a meteor has great power. Once shot, it falls like a meteor, but similarly, Arash himself will not be able to withstand this powerful force and will eventually be torn into pieces."

"But... we can't determine for the time being whether Arash did it..." Julius hesitated. After all... what if it wasn't done?

"There is no meteorite, but there is an attack effect similar to that of a meteorite. It is very likely that this is Arash's meteor. Of course, we do not rule out other possibilities, such as divine punishment. But if it is really divine punishment... then we can use the method I mentioned before to deal with it. In short, what we have to do now is to announce this news before the Senate. How to determine the specific time, I think... Mr. Seneca should have an idea, right?"

"If we really do what Your Highness says... I roughly know what to do." Seneca said with a wry smile.

"Sister, do you have anything else to add?" After basically finalizing the matter, Tony turned his head to look at Nero and asked.

"I don't have anything to add." Nero nodded to Tony, and suddenly said with a smile: "Hmm, my little brother has grown up~"

???

It was a nice thing to say, but for some reason, Tony always felt a little creepy when he looked at the smile on Nero's face.

She must be planning something bad again!

Chapter 224 wdnmd My sister wants to have sex with me!

After Seneca and Julius left, Nero suddenly touched Tony's little face and said, "After not seeing you for a few months, my brother finally has some of the temperament that a superior should have."

"Ah? This... Sister, if you have something to say, just say it. I feel scared when you do this." Tony subconsciously dodged Nero's slap, looked at Nero with a vigilant face, and said.

"Ahem." Nero coughed lightly and said, "Sister just wanted to praise you~"

"I don't believe it." Tony shook his head vigorously and said.

"Brother, you're making me sad by doing this~" Nero looked at Tony with an aggrieved expression, as if tears would really flow from her big watery eyes in the next second.

"Don't be like this, don't be like this." Tony stood up subconsciously and said, "Sister, if you have something to say, just tell me, seriously."

"Ahem, brother, is your territory... busy recently?" Nero raised his head, looked at Tony awkwardly, and asked.

"No...busy?" Tony said slowly after hesitating for a moment.

Is Lord Odney busy? Tony really doesn't know. After all, although he is the lord, the actual manager of the territory is Valor, not him. So, the territory may be busy and there may be a lot of things to do, but...what does this have to do with our lord?

"Oh, no, that's great." Nero breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Tony and said, "I've been thinking about it these past two days. My younger brother seems to be very capable. He's more capable than I could imagine. He can invent things, lead troops in battle, and handle government affairs. My younger brother's excellence is far beyond my imagination~"

"Let's talk nicely, sister. Don't use those tilde words. I really feel like you have bad intentions." Tony crossed his arms and said with a look of disgust.

"Wow, I'm so sad that my brother is like this~" Nero once again put on an aggrieved expression and said to Tony: "I just think my brother has grown up, so I want to arrange some work for him to train him~"

"Oh... so he just wanted to train me..." Tony breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately it wasn't anything else... huh???

"Wait, you're training me?! I'm not a government official, why are you training me?"

Although he has been appointed as the Director General of Customs of the Roman Empire Customs Administration, Tony knows that he has only a little over a year of work experience in the government. Although Tony is confident that he can come up with a customs structure that is far more perfect than that of this era, if you really want him to actually become a senior official, sorry, Tony can only say sorry.

How could I, a second-level customs officer, become the Director General of Customs of the Roman Empire?

Ahem, well, let’s save some bullets for the country.

As the Director General of Customs, Tony only intends to control the general direction of customs. After all, he is not a politician, so the real political details need to be done by several deputy directors under him.

That's right, Tony actually just acts on his own initiative. If he is asked to be a government official, that's fine, but he will only provide a general idea. What's the point of competing wits and courage with politicians in Rome?

Farming is still suitable for me!

"Brother, you have to know that when I get old, the throne of the Roman Emperor will be yours. You will be the emperor of this empire, so I have to train you in advance~"

"Oh..." Tony would be a fool if he didn't understand after hearing this: "In other words, your sister is planning to quit her job and wants to push me to the forefront, right?"

Seeing his brother narrowing his eyes, Nero scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "My brother is naturally the most handsome, the cutest, the most intelligent, and the most suitable to be the emperor. I, as his sister, am far inferior to my brother in this respect. Therefore, I plan to train you first, and then you will inherit my throne. In this way, I can pursue art with peace of mind~"

"Koko." Tony sneered and said, "If I wanted to be the emperor, would I have asked you to come to the Senate last year? After all, only farming is suitable for me, and..."

At this point, Tony paused and said, "According to the relevant laws, my sister, only your son, or stepson, is qualified to become the next Roman emperor."

"Ah! Then the next emperor will be your son, right?" Nero replied subconsciously.

???

Damn it? !

Tony looked at Nero with horror, opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

What the hell? !

What the hell, sister, imperial sister! Sister Nero! My Emperor!!!

I fucking know it! I know I’m handsome! After all, I also have the blood of the Augustus family! I’m your biological brother! I also know that you liked me when you were little! You were very sad after I got lost! I know that it’s because you want to compensate me now, to compensate me for the suffering I’ve endured for years of wandering! I know that your personality has been distorted by this kind of compensation mentality and you’ve become a brother-con! I fucking know that you have a serious brother-con!!!

I also know that I'm not the real Tony! I'm Xiao Yun! I was a Roman citizen in my previous life! And I'm also a potential sister-con! So in this life, I fucking want to fuck my sister!

But I’m a pervert! I’m a pervert!!!

What about you? Are you the same? ? ?

I want to fuck my sister, and you want to fuck your brother???

Absolutely!

At this moment, Tony felt like his brain was dizzy.

This... this is really... wdnmd.

Looking at his younger brother's stunned expression, Nero finally realized that he seemed to have... spoken out his inner thoughts?

"Ahem, no, what I mean is, look, brother, I'm a girl, and the offspring of girls definitely don't have as much inheritance rights as boys, right? So, how about you become my stepson?"

???

"I...I treat you as my sister, and you treat me as your son!" Tony almost lost his breath and turned his back on her: "How can you treat a sister like this? Let your brother be your stepson?"

"But didn't you say that only your son or stepson can be emperor?" Nero whispered, "Either have a child with me, or be my son. Isn't that right?"

"Hmm?" Tony could hear the first half of the sentence clearly, but Nero's voice was too soft for him to hear the second half.

Anyway, it’s probably not a good word.

"Oh, right!" Seeing her brother's expression of despair, Nero suddenly slapped her forehead and said, "Brother, I want to tell you that I have been a little free these days, so I composed a song. It's called "The Fall of Troy". Yes, it's about the Trojan War. I'll sing it for you, okay~"

Chapter 225 Tony's Marriage

Tony had heard of the fall of Troy.

When the Great Fire of Rome broke out, some people rumored that the fire was ordered by Emperor Nero. There were two reasons for this. One was that Nero later built the magnificent Golden Palace on the ruins after the fire. The other reason was that someone said that he saw with his own eyes that His Majesty stood on the high platform of the palace, facing the raging fire, singing his own work "The Fall of Troy".

So actually, "The Fall of Troy" was already completed at this time?

Bah, wait, it seems like I got the point wrong.

Nero wants to sing???

Damn it? !

Looking at Nero's expectant expression, Tony felt a headache coming on.

"Wait, sister... are you going to sing a song for me?" Tony asked uncertainly after picking his ears and taking a deep breath.

"Yes~" Nero said, still looking at Tony with an expectant expression.

"Now?" Tony was still a little incredulous.

"Now!" Nero answered in a very affirmative tone.