Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

The sound of crows came from all around, and the sound of horseshoes was much slower.

Nero twitched the corner of his mouth: "Well, in fact, I don't agree with this point of view, because Plato completely underestimated...",

"Underestimating the influence of social class and the distribution of surplus wealth by slave owners?" Neos took her, bluntly.

Nero's lips trembled slightly, unable to speak.

"This is the argument you took from Seneca, "Letters of Morals", No. 40, three pages, I don't know if we are reading the same book."

Neos shrugged, and then looked at Nero: "Although it is easy to plagiarize other people's opinions, I still suggest that you should think more and have your own opinions?"

Nero was silent, and his pace slowed down.

"I respect artists very much, Lucius."

Neos nodded his temples: "But it doesn't mean that I allow you to steal other people's opinions, pretend to be your own, and then use them to laugh at my girl."

"I didn't want to laugh at her..." Nero lowered his head and said softly.

I just wanted to get your attention.

"No matter what you think, I will give you a suggestion."

Neos smiled: "On this island, an artist who can't fly high is a good artist."

After speaking, he flicked the rein and accelerated.

Fei glanced at Nero with some sympathy, let out an inexplicably happy smile, and followed.

Nero tightened his reins and remained silent for a long time.

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Chapter 120 Chapter 110 Chapter [-] Returning to the City

No more words along the way.

During the leisurely march, the outline of the city appeared in the sky.

Someone in the ranks shouted loudly, and Fei began to run on the side of the cavalry, conveying Neos' orders.

Everyone slowed down their pace and couldn't help but stop and look around.

Nero also raised his body subconsciously.

Winchester, finally here.

Nero once heard from his teacher Seneca that before the Roman legions conquered this place 100 years ago, there were only sporadic tribes living in this highland.

In the imagination, it should be covered with dense forests, and the roads are narrow and winding.

But what you see is completely different from what you imagined.

Outside the urban area, on both sides of the wide road, dense forests have long been cut down, replaced by large tracts of farmland, with criss-crossing fields and waterwheels, creating an idyllic scene.

And along the road, sharpened and thick logs are arranged tightly, forming a whole row of walls, surrounding the city and the avenue.

The road leads directly to the city gate, which is the only way to enter the city. In addition to the wooden wall, there is a thick and tall earthen wall on the inside. Soldiers stand on the wall, holding spears and carrying bows and arrows.

Heights, moats, double defenses of wooden and stone walls...

This is an important town that even the Roman legions would find difficult to conquer.

And along the way, it can be clearly seen that the residents of this area are centered on this city, surrounded by farmland and villages and towns, and scattered outwards.

From this, it can be seen that the capacity of the city has reached the highest level, so we can only keep thinking about expanding.

So who is running the city?

Nero couldn't help thinking to himself.

Gradually approaching the city, a deafening horn sounded suddenly.

Nero was startled and looked up sharply.

I saw that the city wall was full of people, and countless people crowded at the door, pushing each other, and it was very lively.

Cheers, applause, and laughter were endless.

At the front of the city gate, two red-haired women, one big and one small, stood silently.

Neos, who was at the front of the line, smiled, lifted his robe, and got off his horse.

Nero blinked and followed down.

"This is......"

"Shut up, don't talk, it has nothing to do with you!" Fei glared at her.

Nero curled his lips, a little aggrieved and helpless, but he didn't dare to talk back, and looked ahead obediently.

Neos stepped forward, and the red-haired woman led the girl to meet him.

They looked at each other for a long time.

Nios cupped his hands and saluted deeply: "Fortunately, I am not disgraceful!"

But what greeted him was a big hug. After Boudica let go of his hand, Anya embraced him again.

The cheers grew louder.

As if struck by lightning, Nero stared blankly at the three people in front of him reminiscing about the old days, and his heart suddenly became empty.

"Hey, then, those two girls are..."

"Queen and princess, who else do you think?" Fei rolled her eyes and walked up.

Ania saw the girl, smiled, stepped forward to hold Fei's hand, and also gave her a hug.

Boudica stood beside Neos, smiling like an old mother.

"Just come back, just come back."

"The whole trip, so free, don't you need to work?" Nios asked with the corners of his lips curled up.

"Ah, it's Anya, this child insists on pulling me over." Boudica smiled stiffly.

"Yes, it was my idea." Anya narrowed her eyes.

"But it seems that you did a good job while I was away." Neos touched the girl's head, and turned to look at the people in the city who came out to greet her.

Anya rubbed her head, tilted her head, and said with a smile, "It's all thanks to the master. We're just following the path you laid."

"But that's good, at least I won't be too busy in the future."

Neos stretched greatly, and walked towards the city with the mother and daughter: "Well, but it's not the time to rest yet, I have to see what your results are, and how to make my next move." tell you."

After that, he patted Anya on the back again, and pointed behind him: "That girl, you go and take her and put her in my residence."

Boudica and Anya were stunned at the same time.

Fei couldn't help covering her face, and quietly retreated before the atmosphere became delicate.

......

Nero hangs far behind the team, as if wandering outside the world, observing everything silently.

Rome has held many triumphal ceremonies, for generals returning from expeditions, and for governors covered in glory.

Nero himself participated on more than one occasion, taking charge of standing before the temple and crowning the heroes with laurel-leaf crowns.

But she herself has never felt the feeling of being a hero.

So, is this man a hero to the people of this city?

So, a guy who can dissect his own art theory with an open mouth, and who seems to have studied art for a long time, is actually a hero full of honors and still fighting on the battlefield?

Nero was getting more and more curious.

With this in mind, she stood there for a long time, not paying attention until the crowd dispersed.

When he realized it, Nero found himself as if abandoned.

"Eh?"

Wait, no one cares about me?

Panic emerged, and Nero looked around, suddenly feeling abandoned by the world.

"Excuse me, is this Miss Lucius?"

A voice like a clear spring sounded from behind, and Nero's restless mood instantly calmed down.

She looked back, and a bright red came into view.

There was a hint of curiosity in the girl's clear eyes, and she looked at her tenderly.

It was the first time Nero saw such eyes, like a fragile crystal that would shatter with a slight touch.

So she rarely dared to look at each other, but saluted cautiously: "Um, it's me, you just..."

"My name is Anya, and I am the eldest daughter of Queen Boudica."

The girl cupped her hands like Neos, and smiled softly: "Master asked me to come over and take you to where you live."

"Master?" Nero froze for a moment.

"It means teacher, Master Neos is my teacher, and I am him..."

Anya turned her head, squinted her eyelids, and quickly scanned her chest: "Where is the only disciple~"

Nero let out an "oh", noticed the other party's gaze, and inexplicably sensed a trace of hostility.

Eh?

So, are you declaring your identity as a warning to yourself?

Nero subconsciously glanced at the red-haired girl.

"What's the matter?" Anya's gentle expression showed no hostility at all.

"Hmmm..."