My Heroic Life

"The Governor is actually...that's the case, it is really too difficult for that."

"It's okay boss, we won't look down on you, really."

"Oh----!"

Really, your sister, what you say is like a fake!And Hercules, don't join in the fun, okay?

Roland gritted his teeth, finished the recollection at noon, and began to think in a different way.

Direct blood test is impossible, but this doesn't mean that Roland has no choice.

The symptoms are here, you can try the medicine.

Although the difficulty of feeding Nero is also high, it is at least less difficult than toppling it down, right?

So I turned around and went back to the original point.

"Check your favorability."

Roland sighed. The suspicion stage was over. Now that he has a clue, he has to work. But now, after a week of quarrels, can Nero still have a good impression of him?

how is this possible?I guess I want to hit him.

Roland began to worry about things that didn't exist, and Nero was also very sad on the other side.

How to do?How should I show him good?After all, is it useful to show good now?Yu Ke has been arguing with him for a week. Will his impression of Yu be good?

how is this possible?I don't even want to care about her.

His Majesty the Emperor was thinking about the scenes in these two days while dealing with government affairs, and he had to admit that he owed the man a lot of favor.

Predicting the appearance of the king-level fantasy species and warning in advance, and then using resourcefulness and experience to scare off the beast tide, so that the giant magic pig dare not act rashly, and bought precious time for the mobilization and assembly of the human army. These are just a few words to him. The matter of words is of great significance to Nero.

He was equivalent to helping Nero preserve the heirs of the imperial nobles, gained their further loyalty, prevented the expansion of monster disasters, reduced frontline casualties, and further maintained the emperor's authority.

When answering questions to Nero, he did not hide himself and was meticulous. Although Nero always did not understand and showed a full-fledged scumbag appearance, the man was not impatient, nor was he particularly proud of superiority. It was just ordinary teaching her knowledge and ideas that she had never heard of.

Later, when a headache attacked, this guy actually dared to pick her up, which was really bold...but because he seemed to be worried about her at the time, Nero woke up and decided not to pursue it anymore.

In general, Nero's impression of this man has changed a bit.

Although he is not familiar with art, architecture, music, etc., horsemanship is not particularly good, and he always makes her angry and quarrels, but he is reliable at critical moments, and his military talents are beyond reach, and ...I still care about her.

Nero glanced at him uncontrollably thinking so, only to hit Roland's peeking eyes.

""!""

The bodies of the two people who had crashed into the car shook insignificantly at the same time, then each turned their eyes away, pretending that nothing happened.

Work work.

Drink tea and tea.

Nero began to concentrate on government affairs again, and to be precise, she did not dare to look up, although she did not know why.

Roland was tasting the tea seriously, and the rose tea that had been drunk for more than a week seemed to be better today, a bit sweet.

In this inexplicable atmosphere, time passed, and the enthusiasm on the two of them gradually faded. Roland boldly turned to look at Nero and found that she was still working seriously.

Does this count as sick work?

Roland thought nothing of this, and felt pity for the girl in his heart.

As a sick child, Roland understands the various distresses of the patients, and knows their suffering. Just like Nero, her day's time has been reduced by two hours, and the heavy government affairs are even more difficult to deal with. Up.

Compared with her, Roland is not bad. As long as she doesn’t work with people or save people, she’s less likely to cough up blood. She also has a muscular brother body to experience the feeling of health, but Nero, she just doesn’t have anything. Do, every day at noon will fall ill.

The man recalled how Nero fell asleep with a headache, and he understood why Nero was very wary. That state was different from ordinary sleep. The sick Nero was unprepared. As long as the weapon was good, maybe it was just one. The apostles could kill her.

"I'll help you deal with it. There should still be less confidentiality in your work."

Roland took the initiative to ask for work for the first time since coexisting with Nero, making His Majesty a bit stunned.

"Yes, yes...but, why do you suddenly want to help more?"

"As a doctor, no...I mean you have too much left today, because chatting with me at noon delayed sleep."

Roland looked at the pile of paper documents on the side, not counting the ones in the terminal, but these were enough for Nero to work until the evening.

"That happened because Yu forgot the time, but if you want to help Yu..."

Nero divided a large part of the files on the desktop and handed them over to Roland.

"I'll leave all military affairs to you."

"..."

Nero smiled, Roland turned the big piece of paper in his hand, and smiled while holding it up.

You really believe me!

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"A goblin needs so much armament from me? Why doesn't he grab it? No!"

"The budget for building a wall in Venice is more than that of ours in Greece? Why? Besides, what kind of wall in Venice? Can he also cover the seabed?"

"Barbarossa's Greek volunteer army has been established for so many years. I haven't even seen one, so I am embarrassed to ask for money? Disband them. Give us 80% of the money in Greece. No, half is fine!"

"..."

Nero listened helplessly to Roland's report. In two hours, with hundreds of documents, Roland's work efficiency exceeded Nero's expectations, but his meticulousness also exceeded Nero's expectations.

Military-related government affairs are naturally inseparable from military expenditures, and as the governor of the Greek provinces, who was in trouble with the military expenditures of the Roman Empire, Roland felt that his life was overwhelming after reading other people's funds.

Unbelievable amount of money, obvious traces of corruption, fussy reports, and junk results that don’t match the invested capital. If these idiots were released to Greece, Roland would have long been pulled out to give warmth to the centaurs, but this is Rome, Your Majesty Nero Said it was difficult to do.

Please!It’s not that everyone is as enchanting as you. You can count them as crying by looking at the movements of the monsters. I don’t know where to cry. My subordinates are all normal people, and statistics like leading the war are normal.

That's right, Roland's military knowledge is obviously different from others, and Nero didn't have much to say. After listening to a lot of complaints and crying, he suddenly had an idea.

"By the way, I promised you a request before. Have you figured out what it is now? How about doubling your Greek funding if you haven't thought about it?"

His Majesty Nero smiled slyly, and wanted to use this opportunity to erase the agreement that made her a little scared, but what she didn't expect was a clear denial.

"No, I think about other things."

"Hey? Yes, what is it?"