Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

"Gah?"

"You heard me right, the battle song sung by the warriors this morning was not written by me."

Neos thought he hadn't made it clear: "That's a Celtic war song that has been passed down for a long time, and it's a song sung by legendary warriors when they went out to battle."

"You bastard!!!!"

Nero growled like a lion cub with fried hair: "Is this what you call art? You are insulting art, you know!!"

Neos understood, "Oh, you think this is the art I'm talking about."

"Otherwise, is there anything else in art!" Nero raised his eyebrows.

The corners of Neos' eyes twitched fiercely, and he couldn't help rubbing the center of his brows,

So are you really the emperor? The art I mean is to let you see the military appearance and formation, so that you realize the gap between each other, and realize that I am your enemy!

I just put my own army information on your face, and I'm waiting for you to send you back to convey false information or something! !

As a result, all the reference answers to the big math questions were written out for you, and you raised your hand and asked the invigilator what the hell is "Why don't you play the listening test"!

Paulinus knew that his emperor would cry like this, okay!

Nero watched Neos' complexion change, and snorted softly: "Hey, why do you have such an expression? It's you who are sorry for me, not me for you, okay?"

"Ah, it's okay, it's my fault." Neos waved his hand.

Nero "cut": "I don't understand you."

I don't understand you either...

Neos sighed: "So, are you not interested in today's military parade?"

"Why do you ask this?" Nero frowned.

"You know, these warriors will fight against the Roman legions in the future." Neos said.

"Do not care,"

Nero pouted and shook his head: "I can't care."

"Can't you care?"

Nios was taken aback: "You are... Romans, we are your enemies,

And those soldiers who guarded the empire died for you, for the emperor, and for the empire, don't you feel sad. "

Nero was silent for a moment: "What's the use of being sad, I need them, but they don't need me."

Neos said softly: "I thought you were quite patriotic..."

"Love, of course I am patriotic. I love many things in Rome, the daily comedy in the Coliseum, the flowers and plants on the Camarus Hills, the tumbling hot water in the hot springs in Naples, and even the people of Rome..."

Nero sat down on the stone bench, pouted his chin, and whispered softly: "So if you give me a chance to live again, I'm still willing to be born in this country."

She added in a low voice: "But you have to change my identity..."

Neos sat down, looking at the girl's smile when she recalled the good times, her face expressionless.

"Do I need to apologize that I somehow brought you here?" he said.

"Why are you apologizing? It has nothing to do with you that I was sent to this island." Nero shrugged and said indifferently.

After finishing speaking, she turned her head and whispered to herself: "It's all because of that woman..."

No, you wouldn't have been sent here if it wasn't for me.

Neos stroked his chin.

"Then what about you, why were you sent to this island? After all, you look like you are from another place, right?" Nero suddenly looked at him and asked.

Neos was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly had the urge to end this topic, turn around and leave.

But the girl's eyes made him continue to sit here.

She looked at him, her delicate face was full of curiosity, her eyes were glued together, and her red pupils were like a little golden retriever seeing the sun for the first time.

This guy is really annoying...

Nios was silent for a long time, and sighed silently: "I was here as soon as I opened my eyes, and I have no choice."

"Not like me,"

Nero flattened his mouth, a little dissatisfied: "It's the same for being brought to this island, and it's the same for being brought to this world. You don't even have the right to refuse."

Neos glanced at her, a little surprised.An emperor saying he has no power is a bit ridiculous.

"So it's so strange, why can't people have a questionnaire or something when they are born...

Hey, Lucius, do you want to be born in this world? "

Nero rested his chin in both hands: "Then if I know that I will commit these crimes in my life, I will definitely not hesitate to die!"

"You just said that you would like to be born in this country." Neos said.

Nero gave him a blank look: "Of course I love this country and Rome, but what can I do if he doesn't love me?"

"That's it." Neos said in a low voice.

He imagined what kind of mentality he would have if one day he was abandoned by Britain...

After a while, Neos shook his head and gave up.

He couldn't imagine it.

"So just like me, you must also love this place." Nero said suddenly.

"Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?" Neos frowned.

"Otherwise, why would you choose that red-haired, big-breasted girl, this remote and barren land?"

Nero said to himself: "I can see that the big-breasted girl trusts you very much, and the hooded girl and Anne also like you very much. People in this city cry and laugh when they talk about you."

After all, she imitated the appearance of the uncle in the tavern, grinning and sticking her waist: "Hahaha, Master Nios is very good, but he is too serious!"

Looking at the girl's funny acting skills, Neos couldn't help but twitched his lips: "Ah, they are all very good."

Nero looked at the smile that didn't belong to him, and gritted his teeth: "So I'm super envious!".

"Why do you envy me..."

"Who envies you!"

Nero rolled his eyes at him, and was a little charming: "I envy them!"

Neos froze, subconsciously asked: "Why?"

"why?"

Nero said softly: "Because I also want to have someone I can rely on, someone I can trust..."

After finishing speaking, she rested her chin on the table, pressed her face against the cold table, and looked up at the moon and the silver-haired man under the moon in ecstasy, blinking at the corners of her eyes, like a puppy waiting to be claimed.

"I found out that I like you, Neos, so can I trust you in the future?" she asked proactively.

Neos didn't answer, just sat there blankly, not knowing what to say.

He didn't know why Nero said this to himself, and he didn't really want to know about it, and...

"I disappoint you. I neither like you nor someone you can trust." Neos said to her calmly.

Nero couldn't help laughing, like golden tulips in full bloom, with warm sunshine rippling in his smile.

"What are you laughing at?" Neos was puzzled.

The girl sat up straight, her eyebrows and eyes were like two crescent moons, and she leaned closer: "Lord Neos, if I can't believe you,

I can't believe what you just said, so you have to listen to what you just said~~"

She stood on her toes, her pupils flickered, and she stuck to the silver-haired man little by little.

"So, you like me too?"

Neos frowned, and pushed her away mercilessly: "Stop being sentimental, Miss Lucius."

This push was a little sudden, and Nero was unprepared, and took two steps back, feeling a little chilly.

When it was over, she stared at him for a few seconds.

Neos still had the same expression, even with a hint of impatience.

What's the matter with wanting to cry?

She blinked, her eyes suddenly felt a little sore.

"Ah, I know, I know, I know!"

So she turned around: "Isn't it just a rejection, what's the big deal!"

Neos pursed his lips, but did not reply.

At this time, only silence is the best interaction.

It's just that in this silence, when the wind blows, even the rustling of leaves seems a bit harsh.

Nero's back was facing Neos, his back was petite, but he stood up straight all the time, stubborn and pitiful.

Neos couldn't stand the atmosphere, so he stood up, bowed his head for a moment, and said, "Issini's soldiers have been recruited, and the leaders have successfully formed an alliance.

The war between Britain and Rome is imminent. I believe that no matter what the outcome is, you will be able to go back soon. "

After speaking, the back trembled slightly.

"Don't worry, at least until the end of the war, I will try my best to protect you,"

Neos turned around and didn't look at her again: "But don't get me wrong, there is no emotional factor in it."

Nero gave a soft "hmm": "Just pretend I'm passionate, I understand..."

"As long as you know."

"But why?" asked a whisper.

"Your status is special, and life is more valuable than death, so even if you are a Roman, I will not let them kill you." Neos thought she was asking why she was still protecting her.

"No, what I want to ask is..."

Nero's voice was very soft: "Why is it Anne and the others?"