Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

The horn sounded in the early morning. Amidst the long sound of the horn, the hearse passed through the city. The relatives of the dead warriors followed the convoy silently, and the army guarded the left and right.

City residents and tourists gathered around the street, mourning in silence.

After experiencing the baptism of glory yesterday, today's Celts have an inexplicable attitude towards these heroic spirits who died in battle.

They died to protect us.

This kind of thought is conveyed in everyone's heart, without leaving a trace of teasing emotion in it. If you watch these hearses passing solemnly and smile heartlessly, countless people will immediately glare at them.

In the alley, Martha bowed her head to pray across the human wall. After the prayer, she sighed: "Whether you believe in God or not, I hope that the souls of these warriors can find their home."

"Well, there are very few countries that can specifically comfort the soldiers who died in battle and the families of the soldiers." Romagno also rarely did not have a hippie smile.

Marcus also looked at the silent crowd: "Although they are enemies of Rome, they are indeed worthy of respect."

Behind him, Aya fell from the sky with a pile of clothes in her arms.

"Stop chatting, it's not you who died."

She hurried over and stuffed the clothes into Romagno's arms: "Check it out, I stole it from the noble building."

“Good material and fits well”

Romanio picked out a pure white gown with red trim: "I think it will match my appearance."

"Then change it quickly!" Aya made a gesture to kick.

Romanio laughed and ran into the next room.

Marcus was stunned for two seconds, pointing to his face: "Miss Aya, what about mine?"

Aya snorted angrily: "What about you, do you want me to steal slave clothes for you?"

Marcus looked down at the linen clothes he had worn for a long time, scratched his bald head: "Although it is true, acting must be professional at least."

"Pull it down, we don't have so much time now!"

Aya clasped her hands together, and gave him a blank look: "If we stay in this city for one more day now, the chances of us dying will be higher."

Maerda nodded: "I agree with Miss Aya, I think it's better for us to leave as soon as possible."

"So let that bastard trick the little girl into his hands as soon as possible, get some useful information, and then leave immediately!" Aya said while wrapping her fingers around her hair, leaning against the wall, her figure looked very good.

Just as he was finishing speaking, the door behind him opened.

When the three of them turned their heads, they saw a dog-like handsome man walking out wrapped in a toga robe.

"So handsome!" Martha couldn't help blurting out.

The hair is as bright as gold, the pupils of the eyes are rippling with sea-blue mist, and the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, with a charming arc.

Noticing that the three of them were looking at him, the man grinned, spread his hands, and smiled brightly: "Everyone, I'm Romanio."

Aiya covered her face piaally: "Fuck, if it weren't for his stupid name, I would almost be moved!"

Marcus looked at the golden retriever, then at the reactions of the two girls, he couldn't help but straightened up, coughed twice, and wiped the bald top of his head with his hands.

At this moment Romagno walked beside him, his smile unchanged.

Martha looked at the two, her eyes lit up: "Oh, it feels like our plan can come true!"

Aya also stroked her chin and looked at it: "Well, it does feel like a noble young master and his old slave."

"Thank you for your compliments, ladies." Romagno smiled, his smile was chic and charming.

Marcus was completely suppressed, his mentality collapsed, and his whole body collapsed.

In terms of bloodline and family background, he is a proper nobleman, okay...

"Okay, since you have the opportunity, grab it!"

Aya clapped her hands and pulled the two of them closer: "Remember the division of labor, have you found your goal?"

Romanio nodded, with a serious expression: "Well, I saw a girl yesterday, she's pretty, she was sitting with those nobles during the military parade, she's a pretty blonde, super conspicuous."

"I didn't ask you to pick up girls, look at a ghost!"

Aya said with a knife: "At this time, don't look for too conspicuous targets, don't let us be exposed!"

Romanio touched his head and smiled: "No, I have observed that she always walks alone and lives in a different place from others."

"Where does she live?"

"I asked, and they said it was the mansion with the silver hair," said Romagno.

"Hey, could it be that person's mistress or lover?" Maerda's eyes were full of gossip.

"I don't know, but I can at least be sure that she must have a lot of information about that man."

Romagno made a posture of straightening his waist and said, "For example, long and short time hobbies... Ah!"

With a punch in the stomach, the golden retriever arched its body!

Aya retracted her fist. "Stop doing such vulgar actions in front of ladies!"

"Why do I think that you simply fell in love with other people's wives." Marcus was expressionless.

"Ahahahaha, how come!"

Romanio rubbed his stomach and smiled awkwardly: "I just want to compare with that silver fur. Gold is always more expensive than silver."

"Anyway, don't make trouble,"

Aya frowned: "Although you didn't participate in the battle last night, we are still not sure if that girl remembers your face."

She looked at the golden retriever solemnly: "So get out as soon as you get the information, don't think about spending a good night with girls or anything."

"Miss Aya is still worried about me, and she looks cute when she's jealous."

Romagno squinted and smiled, and approached the black skin girl with an aggressive gaze: "I just don't know how I can repay you...Wow!"

"How about a suicide apology!"

......

The square was overcrowded.

Nero sat in the position that Neos had arranged for him, his chin stuck out, his expression blank, and he only felt that he was a paratrooper.

At this time, the hearse came, and there was a commotion around, and then suddenly became calm, no one dared to speak loudly.

Because the silver-haired man was also in the team.

Nero couldn't help taking a look, turned his head and curled his lips, and then took another look.

After thinking about it, he deliberately hummed loudly, and everyone around looked over, but he was the only one who didn't.

"..."

Nero bit his lower lip, rubbed his face, and looked down at his toes.

She hated this feeling, this feeling of powerlessness that she couldn't get what she wanted, and it had been with her since she was a child.

It's uncomfortable, it's very uncomfortable, after all, I became a woman for the first time in my life, and died before the relationship took shape.

Angry, very angry, I, Nero, the emperor of the empire, even if I fell into the chicken coop, I would stand out from the crowd, but why do you disrespect me.

Then what else is there, doubts, grievances, regrets and shame... I feel like I have overturned the material table, but I just don't want to cry.

Probably because I have been used to loneliness and disappointment since I was a child, and then there is no reason to cry.

I just hate it, hate myself like this.

Although everyone thinks that the person they like is a handsome guy, a great hero, and the handsome guy also likes her, he always thinks about her in his heart, goes to heaven and earth for her, and does everything.

But this feeling of discovering that I am nothing more than self-indulgent love is really...

The hearse went away and went up to the temple. The warriors held the coffin with solemn expressions, and the silver-haired man walked up the steps, ignoring everything.

"...Nice." Nero said softly.

Whether it is himself or him, it is very annoying.

slap~

Someone patted him on the shoulder lightly, like a door that was gradually closing, blocked by a hand that came in, and the last glimmer of light never disappeared.

Nero turned his head and saw a man with the same blond hair as himself.

"Hello, miss, why are you crying?"

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Chapter 161 Chapter 160 Falling in love with a hero is a girl's dream

Though considered a liar by many, Romagno has always considered himself a hunter.

It's just that a normal hunter hunts for food; while he hunts for things before and after meals. Everyone is to meet the basic needs of human beings, so there is no difference.

And since he decided to be a liar, every day Romaño has been picking his prey and observing him, just like any normal hunter does.

Information, information, whether she is with her girlfriends or alone, whether she likes to look at the crowd and smile, or likes to indulge in her heart alone...

After mastering the basics, the hunter must prepare to contact the prey, which is commonly known as striking up a conversation.

"Hello, miss, why are you crying?" Romagno squatted halfway, showing a gentle smile, looking at the girl who had been walking alone since yesterday.

The first point of the contact principle is to calm your mind.

Don't be surprised by the beauty of the other party, then be at a loss, stutter, and fail to express your meaning.

Be more natural, don't be impatient, boldly touch the other person's eyes with your eyes, and then show a non-malicious smile.

Whether it is psychological or external performance, you must remember that the other party is nothing more than a passer-by in life, but she is special, so you want to go over and catch up with her, and let her know that there is such a person as me in this world.

Then, it is necessary to observe the attitude of the other party.

"You are?" Nero leaned back and frowned.

"Ah, sorry, I'm just a tourist from Rome, just came into town yesterday,

I wanted to see this Celtic ceremony today, but I got lost unexpectedly. "Romanio raised his hands, and his smile was pure and apologetic.