Please Put Me on the Throne of Heroes

The old nobles who originally planned to rely on non-violent non-cooperation to beat the emperor and the assistant officials hated their teeth itchingly.

They thought that the newly appointed emperor's assistant officer would be unable to do anything if they left them.

However, it turns out that Luo Wei can do much more than they imagined.

Today's Roman Empire is a provincial system, but not all provinces are directly controlled by the first consul, and several provinces are under the jurisdiction of the Senate.

And now, Luo Wei has extended his hand to the province of the elder.

If you let it be...

"The rights of the Senate will disappear completely!"

"They took advantage of the power of the evil goblin... Now even if we step forward, there is nothing we can do to stop it!"

"But why did the gods ignore it?"

"Is the god also bewitched?"

"Rovie, that guy—"

"It is said that he will tour various provinces with His Majesty the Emperor recently?"

"Want to... try?"

"Assassination? Are you crazy? If he is really a descendant of the great wise man at the source of Rome..."

There was a lot of discussion among the people, but in the end they couldn't decide to pay attention.

So they all looked at their leader, the chairman of the Senate Council.

The old man with pale beard and hair, who seemed to be over sixty, said only one sentence.

"Am foster in nor, iar apoi spatele este atat un abis."

The scene suddenly fell silent.

All the people present are old people from the Senate. They belong to a group here, but after leaving the Senate, there are more and more intricate strengths behind them.

There are many things that are entwined and intertwined, and they can't have it just because they think about it.

some things,

They don't want to fight, they dare not do it.

The people below will also force them to do it.

The intertwined forces had already placed them above the clouds, and from the very beginning, there was no way out.

Since the fire.

If the rotten wood of the old era does not want to be used as fuel, it can only be extinguished by sacrificing one's life.

They can only linger in the darkness of the old age.

It's not that they don't want to embrace the light.

But the people under their feet fell into the abyss.

How is it possible to allow them to escape?

Chapter 18 asked Einzbern to kill Rowe?Ghost!

The elders of the Senate had no way out, but they still did not dare to attack Augustus.

At most, at most, he dared to go through the assistant officer who was deeply trusted by Augustus, to test, or express his protest and resistance to the gods implicitly.

"The assistant officer is a strong man who holds powerful and mysterious. Although the existence of the clock tower and the goblin's eye is secret, I think you all know a little bit about it."

"To do it, we need the same power."

"I have a candidate. He is a magician from Greece. It is said that he is a magician who has the power of miracles beyond magic..."

"Its name is 'Einzbern'."

"She just happened to enter the boundaries of the city of Rome recently, maybe you can try to contact her."

"Just one magician is not enough. In the name of our Senate, we can still control one-third of the empire's legions. Let's use it together..."

"Speaking of which, in the recent period, it seems that the adjutant officer has already joined the army. The barbarian princess from Britannia joined the army because she failed to obtain the title."

"We have to move fast,"

"How sure are you?"

"No."

"But we can only try."

The old man's voice fell, and he sighed silently again: "Failed, let's disappear together with the collapse of the old Roman order!"

"But one thing, please remember, I am waiting for this trip not to kill the king. It is to..."

"Qingjun's side!"

"We are for Rome, for Rome that belongs only to us!"

He waved his hand and sprinkled a little volcanic ash on the stove in front of him, making the fire burn more vigorously, and the light illuminated the old faces of the elders present.

This is their last fight.

A battle of positions that had to be done.

For their 'roman'.

...

"The rest of Rome is still as prosperous and beautiful as ever!" The next day, a rather lively voice came from the shaking and bumping carriage.

Luo Wei withdrew his gaze from the scenery filled with the morning sun and the rolling mountains and rivers outside the window.

He patted on the clothes that were different from the previous ones. The well-fitting classic dress made his figure quite slender and straight.

This is the costume of the 'assistant officer'.

In contrast, there is no doubt that he is not at the court of Rome at this moment.

but outside.

With the emergence of the assistance of the twelve 'apostles', all measures are being carried out in an orderly manner. The big framework has been established. There is no resistance, and many things can be completed step by step.

Only in three months.

The goblins spread all over Rome, and Mei Li presided over the goblin's eye in the city of Rome, leading the tailoring of redundant officials—yes, she who has been paying attention to the present world in Avalon is actually the goblin of the 'eye'.

Martha presided over the establishment of the school, actively "missionary", and Boudica, who was unable to become the governor of Britannia, joined the army.

Everything is progressing in an orderly manner.

But no matter how accurate the information presented below is, it is better to go and see for yourself.

It would be more accurate to go and see the changes in 'humanity' with your own eyes.

It is even more imperative to travel around as a 'reformer'.

Of course, Luo Wei did not come alone.

He looked to the side.

The blond girl emperor in a fiery red dress opened her hands towards the dome of the carriage.

Nero Claudius, she was lying on her side on the seat of the carriage, her body was leaning between the armrests, her open hands showed the curve of her armpits, and her raised legs were placed directly on Rowe's body , not caring about the whiteness and beauty looming under the cover of the light veil.

"So, are you using me as a cushion?"

"Hmm? Why not? I'm the player!" Nero sat up straight, but still turned his body sideways, with his legs on Luo Wei's lap: "Or, the player wants to try the other way around." ?”

"Yu doesn't mind!"

Nero swayed her plump thighs and was obviously very petite and slender, but this young girl emperor had a rather proud figure, both upper body and lower body looked extremely beautiful.

It's a pity that only Luo Wei's curled fingers greeted her.

Nero retracted her legs in an instant, sat upright, with her hands on her hips, her bright blond hair restrained by the red bow on her head swayed from side to side, and she said, "Hmmm?"

"It's useless to be cute!"

After a touch, Luo Wei's fingers still landed on the smooth forehead behind the hair tip in front of the forehead, making Nero's 'um' sound into a painful whimper.

"Yu is the emperor..."

"I am your ancestor."

Um, damn it!

Nero's magnificent green eyes widened.

But in fact, the girl emperor is actually happy in her heart, not just because she has been staying in the Roman court for a while, she has long wanted to go out for a walk, and wanted to look around in Rome, the land she loves one look.

It is also because Nero has long wanted to take a two-person trip with Luo Wei...

"My lord." Meluxin, who was sitting opposite them, turned her face which was half covered by the mask: "Do you need to expel her?"

She didn't move, but the arm wrapped in the shield armor was slightly raised.

Nero stared.

Luo Wei waved his hand: "It's okay, no need."

"Yes."

Meluxin withdrew his hostility.

Well, not two people at all.

Not to mention that there are three people in this carriage.

Even the front and back of the carriage, as the emperor's vehicle, was equipped with at least one legion's troops as protection as before.

In fact, Nero, who had only 6000 people guards, was already considered thrifty among the Roman emperors of all dynasties.

This frugality is of course not her own idea...

"Yu is Rome, why are there so few people when traveling in Rome?" Nero couldn't help but speak, his voice echoing in the shaking and bumpy carriage.

She is fighting: "The emergence of a perfect artist must have a perfect and solemn ceremony—"