Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

From the moment the banquet started, he hid in the corner, watching everything that was about to happen.

Since Fario drank and caroused all day long, hiding his true intentions, he hid himself in a deeper place.

Paulinus!

This man hasn't died yet, and the one under his feet is just a substitute!

Fario watched as the soldier in the corner took off his helmet, revealing his unsmiling, knife-carved face.

The heart completely fell to the bottom.

Yeah, the real Paulinus never laughed like he did just now, and he never bothered to make moves that belittled his opponents. He was an out-and-out pragmatist.

In the hall, the focus of sight shifted again.

Boudica really saw Paulinus for the first time.

A middle-aged man in a golden-red battle armor. Although he is not strong, his muscles are extremely solid. His face is as hard as steel, and his eyes are full of iron and blood.

The leaders had long since dared not speak, so they could only obediently gather aside, shivering.

As soon as Paulinus moved forward, they all fell back to get out of the way.

Boudica looked at the approaching man, every step he took seemed to be stepping on his own heart.

The hand of her giant sword couldn't help shaking, as if she had met a natural enemy.

Don't panic!Don't panic!

As long as he swung his sword as soon as he approached and held him down, there was still a glimmer of life!

Boudica roared inwardly.

But it is desperation that Paulinus did not come into her attack range to pretend to be aggressive, or let the soldiers let them go, and talk about how he saw through Fario's plan and so on.

He just stood in front of Fario and Boudica and said simply: "You are finished."

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Chapter 33 Chapter 33 Nobody or fame

It's over, what's over?

Boudica still couldn't believe his ears.

Since Caesar landed on the island a hundred years ago, the British nobles began to learn Latin spontaneously, and Boudica was no exception.

But now, she knew every word Paulinus said, but didn't understand their meaning.

Boudica looked helplessly at Fario, looking at this fatherly old man, hoping that he could give him guidance as before.

Fario was silent for a long time, and gradually understood.

He said softly: "Actually, you didn't intend to talk about peace from the beginning."

Paulinus twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a characteristic smirk, his gaze still stern.

"What!" Boudica was shocked.

Fario glanced at the positions of the other leaders, and said: "You have grasped the lifeblood of the discord within the rebel army, issued an invitation to negotiate, and lured people into the city.

And even if it fails, you can still release me, and they will definitely not ignore it. "

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Boudica with regret in his eyes.

Boudica was about to speak, but Fario waved his hands and smiled, and continued: "After entering the city, you first came up to suppress with a tough attitude, and after you were dismounted, you gave food and wine. The terms of the peace talks, a combination of sticks and carrots, made them dizzy."

"Then, whether we want to keep them in the city, indulge in wine pools and meat forests, or forcibly hold them hostage, imprison them and ravage them, depends on their performance.

Anyway, as long as the leader of the rebel army is in your hands, you can delay enough time to wait for the reinforcements to arrive and the center to blossom. "

Paulinus' analysis of the old man was very indifferent, as if all this was not his own plan.

He has never meant to show off about it, and he is willing to do anything as long as it can achieve his goal.

"But what about the substitute, did you see that I would pretend to surrender and then take the opportunity to assassinate?" Fario asked.

Paulinus shook his head: "I'm sorry, you think too highly of yourself and of me."

"What do you mean?" Fario frowned.

Paulinus looked at the white-robed man lying in the center of the hall: "Your Lord God has an assassin who can come and go anywhere, come and go without a trace, how could I not be prepared for it?"

So I hit it right...

Fario was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but smile wryly.

Unexpectedly, after several months of forbearance, in the end, he failed, and he was really not Master Neos.

Then the next fate to meet oneself should be death, and Boudica and the others will also be imprisoned until the time is long enough and the Roman legions arrive in mighty form.

After everything is over, there will inevitably be another genocidal massacre.

Fario glanced at Neos, who looked like he was alive, and remained silent.

After all, the Celtics' last flame was extinguished in their own hands.

Sorry for such an ugly show.

Paulinus didn't care about the druid who was secretly sad, and now he only had one thought, to take a good look at the corpse of the so-called god.

Then he began to fantasize about returning to Rome and crucifying the corpse in the triumphal ceremony.

You have today too!You have today too!

Starting from Mona Island, he was deceived twice by this person with his dead body, and now it finally came to an end, finally letting him fall into his hands.

Paulinus restrained himself from laughing.Looking at the two beggars who brought the corpse, he said: "So, what you sent me is dead. According to the reward, you can get [-]. Go down and collect the reward in a while."

The two beggars looked at each other and grinned.

"By the way, is there anyone else with him?" Paulinus asked suddenly.

The beggar was stunned, thought for a moment, and shook his head.

"yes......"

Paulinus nodded and pondered, looked down at the corpse, and suddenly remembered what he had just thought.

"Starting from Mona Island, I have been deceived twice by this person with a fake dead body..."

Corpse, suspended animation...

There was a sudden thunder in my mind!

Lightning flashed!

Paulinus yelled in his heart!

But in a blink of an eye, the "corpse" that was still motionless on the cart just now turned over and sat up!

With a bang, before everyone could react, a table knife had already been put into Paulinus' mouth.

Icy bones!

Everyone was so frightened by the ups and downs that they didn't know how to react.

The man who was still as dead just now sat up, holding a knife in one hand and pinching the governor's neck with the other, narrowing his eyes slightly and smiling calmly.

"Then if it's alive, how much will it cost?"

......

The wind and sand were blowing, and the flags were flying. From a distance, I saw the tribal coalition forces lighting a bonfire and cooking.

The samurai were followed by old people, women, and children. Compared with going out to fight, it was more like migration.

Boudica resolutely took the civilians with him back then, eager to break the boat, but he didn't want the fate of the whole family to be maintained in this hall at this moment.

Roman soldiers had surrounded them.

She and Fario were on one side, the rest of the tribe's leaders were on one side, and in the middle was a man and a god who were facing each other.

"Corpse, corpse, corpse again... How many times do you have to pretend to be a corpse?" Paulinus stared at the other party with a blank expression.

"Until you are no longer deceived." Neos smiled.

"Interesting." The corners of Paulinus' eyes twitched, and his heart was burning with anger.

"But I have to say, I was really surprised by your layout. I didn't expect that you could come up with the only way out in such a situation where you must lose." Neos nodded while admiring, the meal in his hand The knife moved slightly.

The blade is slightly cool.

Paulinus already felt the bloody taste in his mouth, he suppressed the sense of fear forcefully, and squinted his eyes: "But you still broke me, I thought you would hijack me in ten thousand ways, but I didn't expect it to be another Corpse."

Neos shrugged, with a mischievous expression on his face: "You think I'm on the fifth floor, but in fact I'm still on the first floor. This is the fun of people's hearts."

"Are you not afraid that I will risk my life to keep you here?" Paulinus asked.

"Heh, I know people like you all too well."

Neos hooked the corners of his lips, and said in a low voice: "Money, women, power, you won't be moved by them. The only thing that can buy you... is honor."

Paulinus' pupils constrict violently.

"Look, I'm right, you don't care about everything you have, you only care about how future generations will evaluate you."

Neos narrowed his eyes, and his voice sounded like a demon whispering: "So you want to live more than others, just because you don't want to die and do nothing."

The table knife in his mouth was getting deeper and deeper, and the blade was tightly attached to the corner of his mouth, just waiting for the moment to cut it.

And his voice was like a fishhook sinking into the ocean of his heart, hooking Paulinus' deepest fears and desires.

"so......"

Neos asked: "To be unknown, or to be famous?"

After a long time, Paulinus licked the blood from his mouth and realized the desire in his heart.

Yes, he is afraid of death, just because he can't leave a mark in history now.

If he had to choose, Paulinus would rather have his family ruined at the age of 34 and become a figure who will be talked about thousands of years later, and he would not be like the group of porcupine pigs in the Senate, rich in money, and live to be 70 or [-] years old with a rosy face, but No one remembers.