Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

"Yes."

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The sun was warm, and under the guidance of the slave, Nios walked through the atrium of the mansion of the Governor's Mansion.

Unlike other apartments and townhouses in the city, this building in central London is isolated from the outside world from the outside.

Guided by slaves through the vestibule, the huge atrium is like entering another world.

There is a huge cistern sunken in the middle of the courtyard, the roof is hollowed out, the sun sets, the water waves float, and the sides of the pool are covered with black and white mosaic floors.

In the conspicuous place next to the wall, on the display cabinet, through the glass, there are silver cups, silver pots and ceramic bronzes for display, so that guests can admire and appreciate them.

In the middle of the corridor leading to the front hall, there is a marble bust of Paulinus, the owner of the mansion.

Neos was looking at the statue in a daze, when a voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Behind the statue, the real person appeared, but with deeper wrinkles, colder eyes, full of majesty.

Neos narrowed his eyes, pulled the corners of his lips slightly, and said in standard Greek: "Hello, Governor, although it is not the first time we have met, I still want to talk, please take care of me."

Chapter 23 Chapter 23 Assassination

Birds fly over the green roof, the sky is blue, reflecting the lush flowers and plants in the garden. In the middle of the pool is a naked/naked female statue, standing sideways, holding a kettle, pouring trickling water.

The slaves continuously delivered delicacies and put them on silver plates. The long table was covered with all kinds of food, and Neos walked along the table, picked the delicacies into his own plate, and returned to his seat to eat.

In Neos' limited knowledge, this was the first time he knew this form of dining, but he didn't panic, and followed the other guests, enjoying the banquet in a melodious and contented manner.

The host of the banquet, Paulinus, lay sideways on a bench beside him, wrapped in a red robe, and looked at him with interest.

"May I ask how many people the governor has killed in this life?" A guest was looking for a topic below.

"Eight in 760, not counting civilians." Paulinus smiled stiffly.

Everyone could see that he was smirking, but he didn't care at all.

"Oh, you are indeed the governor." The people below seized the opportunity and flattered.

"Every Roman soldier my age can do it." Paulinus dismissed it.

He would not even have looked at these aliens, had it not been for their demands, and Paulinus even respected the warriors of the Welsh tribes more than these servile pariahs who thought they were Romans.

"The reason why I remember it so clearly is because the Temple of the God of War requires soldiers to give a specific number when offering sacrifices to the God of War."

Nios suddenly said: "As long as there are more than one hundred, the priests will give you some discounts when offering sacrifices to the God of War."

He sneered: "It's really a good god, isn't it, who collects money from people and sends them to die?"

Such disrespectful words really alarmed the surrounding guests.

But Paulinus didn't care, and instead showed a sympathetic smile: "So, you understand it well."

"Anyway, the gods in every country have this virtue." Neos shrugged, emphasizing the word "god".

"Indeed, when I went to Wales this time, I met a guy who claimed to be a Celtic god." Paulinus said.

Neos's smile remained unchanged, his eyes bent into crescents: "Oh~~"

"Tell us about it, my lord governor!"

"Yeah, even though I'm a Celtic, I haven't seen God yet!"

Someone started booing and cheering.

Paulinus straightened up. "He left the priests and warriors who protected him, and ran away. Simple as that."

As he spoke, his eyes swept across the group of aliens.

"So behold, here are your Celtic gods."

Neos' smile froze for a moment.

The audience was suddenly cold.

Everyone looked at each other and fell into an awkward silence.

"So, now that god..." Coles asked.

"Who knows, he's probably dead. Anyway, his high priest has been captured by me, the oak trees on Mona Island have been burned by me, and Stonehenge on the island has been overthrown by me..."

Snapped!

Coles suddenly slammed the table up, and Paulinus, who was interrupted, frowned.

"it is good!"

Coles waved his hand.

"Have you seen it? This is the fate of opposing the Romans, and the fate of not obediently accepting Roman rule!"

"If you fight against the Romans, even if you are a god, you have to die for your lord!"

"And it is! Death deserves more!"

Paulinus watched him perform blankly, not knowing whether to be happy or angry.

After Coles finished speaking, he smiled and hooked his back. His not tall body was shortened, like a lame dog.

Crack, crack, crack...

There was slow but clear applause.

Everyone turned their heads.

Neos clapped his hands reservedly, looked at Paulinus, but said to Coles, "Okay, well said."

Paulinus was silent for a few seconds, nodded and smirked: "Well said."

The air suddenly circulated, and the tense atmosphere instantly relaxed.

All the guests laughed again, followed by boasting, then flattering, nodding and bowing in response, the inside and outside of the house was filled with a happy atmosphere.

Neos put down his wine glass, shook his head and smiled again: "However, no matter how much a person tries to cover up, no matter how much gold and silver he uses, how luxurious clothes he wears, and no matter how long he goes through, he will never change his original attitude. nature."

"Are you right, my lord?"

This was simply stabbing, Coles' face was pale, his lips trembled slightly, and he slammed his butt on the seat.

The other guests, who were originally Celts but accepted Roman rule willingly at this moment, and enjoyed the civilization brought by the Romans, also became cloudy and uncertain.

For a while, the scene became awkward again.

Paulinus applauded at this moment: "Well said."

"Thank you for your compliment."

Neos bowed his hands in salute, and smiled purely: "Just like in the legend, at the beginning of the founding of Rome, the citizens were just robbers and thieves who escaped from other countries one after another, and the king Romulus was a murderer who killed his own brother. .”

"So as I said, even after thousands of years, even if the territory is extensive, the soldiers are rich, even if they wear gold belts and silver, and claim to be civilized,

But tracing back to the source, I found that they were nothing more than barbarians. "

"Bold!" Paulinus burst out!

It was so silent, with the sound of heavy breathing one after another.

Coles looked up at this man, and for a moment didn't know whether to thank him or sympathize with him.

"I don't dare, I just surveyed the past and present, and found that many barbaric and vulgar towns dare to pretend to be a country of civilization and freedom. It's really funny." Neos said coldly.

"Murder, country subjugation, genocide, these deeds, if you do it, you do it. Why do you have to cover it up and pretend that everyone is a civilized person?"

"Come on!" Paulinus shouted angrily.

Soldiers moved upon hearing this, and rushed from all directions.

Neos stood in the center, motionless.

Paulinus was surprised by this man's calmness, and had an ominous premonition in his heart: "Who are you?"

As soon as the voice fell, the room above the head suddenly exploded, and the fire broke through the window, dust and debris fell, the ground trembled slightly, and everyone exclaimed.

Hearing the howling of an eagle in the sky, Paulinus raised his head and squinted his eyes.

Under the huge sun, the petite black shadow faced the sun, opened its arms, and jumped down.

In the next second, in an instant, Nios was thrown by a huge force, and his chin and side face hit the ground heavily, making a painful sound.

Before anyone could react, blood had already seeped out and spread on the white robe, like red roses blooming under the snow.

Only then did people realize what had happened, and the soldiers looked at each other, not knowing whether to arrest the killer or thank him.

And just when there was a gap, the girl's eyes flashed coldly, she started fighting from the "corpse", then leaned over and rushed out of the encirclement, then kicked off the wall and climbed up the tall building with agility. In a few seconds, One turned over on the roof, and the whole person disappeared like a ghost.

is her!

Coles thought for a long time, and finally recognized her. It was the little slave who had been following Neos. He just knelt on her master's back, and the dagger in his hand was inserted into Neos' back by the potential energy of the fall. .

The brain was blank as if it had exploded, and the heart seemed to have fallen into a dark ice cave, only feeling a desperate chill.

why?

why!

On my own side, some wealthy businessmen in London were dissatisfied with Paulinus, so they assassinated him on the spot?

Or were assassins from Boudica's army infiltrating the city?

Coles ignorantly glanced at the business representatives standing with him, but only saw expressions of gloating on their faces.

It's over, why does it feel like everyone is the mastermind?

But he didn't know that when he was looking at everyone, Paulinus was also looking at them.

In just a few days, the governor of the province of Britannia once again felt the feeling of being out of control, which was exactly the same as before in the fog on Mona Island.

It was the feeling that something was out of his control, but he didn't know about it, and maybe he couldn't even do anything about it.

Paulinus hated it.

So why exactly?Who is this person?

He looked down at the corpse in the court, full of doubts.