Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

"Because what the gods can't do, I can do!"

He waved his arm and pointed, and the strong wind actually drove the flames to roll in the direction he pointed!

All they saw was the side of the burnt temple, and countless figures appeared one after another in the bathing place.

Then not only the baths, Paulinus's Governor's Palace, the theater...

Hundreds of civilians came out of these buildings that were ignored because of the existence of Neos.

In just a few minutes, the roads around the temple have become congested.

Old people, women, boys, girls...everyone held bags and jars in their hands, or looked at the Celts around the temple with curiosity or horror.

The temple was almost burned, and the fire was dimmed, only the torches in the hands of the warriors were still burning.

The clouds and mists in the night sky parted, and a gaping moon emerged from it. Under the moonlight, the commoners and the Celts looked no different.

Boudica frowned, glanced at the commoner, and then at Neos.

From the very beginning, he hid these civilians in the place closest to the warriors, and then faced tens of thousands of warriors, he was able to stay calm in the face of danger. He used various methods to attract everyone's attention and lead everyone to the temple , thereby ignoring their nearest hideout.

In the world a thousand years later, this is the trick that magicians who are good at deception are best at.

Boudica suddenly understood what he was going to do. In fact, not only the common people, but also the so-called food and grass were not in the temple.

Sure enough, after a long awkward confrontation and silence.

In the crowd, a girl broke free from her mother's pull, walked up to a warrior with short legs, held her finger in her mouth, and looked up for a long time.

"Give."

Accompanied by the soft and glutinous sound, the girl stepped on her feet, lifted the cloth bag in her hands with both hands, and handed it to the warrior.

The samurai froze for a long time, then took it subconsciously, looking at the innocent face of the girl, the deepest part of his heart twitched slightly.

He opened the bag and grabbed a handful of golden wheat, his hands trembling.

"Yes, it's food!" The warrior turned around and shouted!

The crowd exclaimed.

With the first one, naturally there is the second and the third one. I saw that the civilians were either shivering or forced to smile, but they still gave the food in their hands to the warriors.

At this moment, it seems that a subtle consensus has been reached between the two groups of people, and a certain barrier is gradually disappearing.

A moment later, even the warriors who had experienced battles were moved by this move.

Some people applauded, some put away their long swords, they awkwardly took the food, and thanked lamely.

The atmosphere is harmonious, as if there is no more killing.

In the crowd, the girl who was the first to deliver food to the Celts was lifted high and placed on the shoulders of the warriors, laughing and dancing.

Suddenly, her eyes intertwined with Neos, and the two looked at each other across the air.

Neos smiled "heh" and gave her a thumbs up.

On the side, Boudica had a panoramic view of everything. After a long time, she looked at the figure of this man and recalled what he said before.

What the gods can't do, he can do...

Boudica's heart couldn't stop beating, she couldn't help thinking after experiencing so many incredible things.

If it's this guy, maybe it really does.

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Chapter 42 Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus

The Mediterranean Sea and the Apennine Peninsula have abundant rainfall and a mild climate this winter.

On the peninsula's Latin Plain, leaves swirl from Rome's Palatine Hill.

The crowd walking down the mountain raised their heads and looked up. On the hill, the sun had been blocked, and the huge white buildings looked down on everything.

Roman palace.

Since the time of Augustus, it has been used as the residence of Roman emperors, and it has been expanded and repaired by each generation of emperors such as Tiberius, Gaius, and Claudius.

When it was handed down to Emperor Nero, the palace almost covered the entire hill, and it seemed that the expansion of the palace would not stop.

Today the palace is busier than usual.

The imperial guards closed the gate early in the morning and fastened the heavy giant locks. The patrol outside the palace was tight and airtight.

In the rotunda deep in the palace, there is a huge pool in the center, surrounded by pure white marble columns supporting the dome, and the sun shines through the hollowed-out roof.

Between the stone pillars, the transparent red gauze flutters with the wind, touching the faces of the old people.

The people in white robes had straight backs and sat around the circular hall. They all wore toga robes with various stripes on their shoulders, stepped on maroon leather boots, and had elder rings symbolizing their status on their fingers.

Most of them are very old, the skin on the neck is already loose, and the face is full of wrinkles and red spots, so that it is not surprising that someone suddenly dies suddenly in the next second.

These men should have debated fiercely in the vast senate or council halls, and managed the vast empire in the ancient way.

But here at the moment, it's more like a meeting than a meeting.

Inexplicably funny.

"The palace, the palace again!"

The bald old man couldn't help complaining halfway: "When will our young emperor realize that the Senate is the place for meetings?"

"Come on, Baquis, even if you hold a meeting in the Senate, you still have to climb dozens of steps." The tall and thin old man sitting next to him smiled.

"It's different, Patsy, I'm not complaining about climbing."

The bald old man shook his head, "What I want to say is that when we had a meeting before, no woman would come in, let alone a female slave would come in and pour us wine."

"Isn't this better?" said the tall and thin old man.

"Okay, then the next step, are we going to bring our own wives to the meeting, or let those women run the country directly?"

"Ha, I see."

The tall and thin old man was stunned for a moment, "Are you actually dissatisfied with the Queen Mother's regent?"

The bald old man suddenly frowned, and quickly shook his head in denial: "No, how can you say that?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, of course you didn't mean that." The tall and thin old man smiled.

The consul suddenly stood up from his seat in the center of the hall, leaning on a cane, knocked hard on the floor twice, and said loudly. "When everyone is here, I will announce that this month's elder meeting will officially begin."

All the whispers stopped abruptly, and the old people subconsciously looked at the empty seats in the front row.

There was the seat of Nero Claudius, first citizen of the Roman Empire, tribune for life and high priest.

"Anne Seneca, may I ask your favorite student, where is our most respected emperor Nero?" the bald old man raised his hand and asked.

Everyone looked at the old man next to the vacant seat again. He had gray hair and a slightly fat body. He had kept his eyes slightly closed since he came in. From the relaxed eyebrows and double chins, one could see an indifferent demeanor.

After hearing the question, the old man opened his eyes: "Do you really care if he comes or not?"

This rhetorical question silenced the audience, and the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

The elders looked at each other in blank dismay, as if being called by a teacher.

Everyone in the Senate knew that it was not the emperor who really controlled the empire, but the emperor's mother, the current queen mother, Agrippina.

The reason why the venue of the meeting was moved from the Senate to the Imperial Palace was simply to allow the Empress Dowager to better listen to politics behind the curtain.

Seeing a senior who was too scared to speak, Seneca's double chin trembled twice, and after a slight sigh, he closed his eyes again.

The door of the round hall was pushed open, the strong smell of wine wafted in, and the tulle danced.

The elders collectively frowned and looked at the latecomer.

"Sorry, I'm late."

The person at the door showed a dazzling smile, with short blond hair, neat and tidy, with a smile, the whole person was as dazzling as gold in the sun.

The elders were shocked, and even the old god Seneca opened his eyes, looked at the door, and smiled helplessly.

This person looked only about the size of a child, with an unusually petite figure, but he was wrapped in a red robe that was one size larger, like a child who had stolen his father's clothes, and the skirts embroidered with gold silk were stacked and dragged on the floor.

Every time he took a step, there would be wet footprints on the floor, small and delicate.

This kid came to the meeting with bare feet, and if you look closely at the blond hair, you will find that it is a little wet.

Thinking about the smell of alcohol that accompanied him, I think the reason why he came late was that he had just come out of the bath.

The elders met their eyes in surprise, but most of them shook their heads helplessly, expressing their resignation.

"Your Highness Nero." Several young veterans nodded slightly to express their respect.

For all his indulgence and self-indulgence, he was still the ruler of the empire, first citizen, tribune for life, and high priest.

"Hmm, did you all have a good time?" Nero received their respect, looked around and smiled.

There was a veteran supporting his forehead and sighing deeply.

It was fine if he didn't come, but once he came, the originally solemn and solemn meeting of elders suddenly turned into a bathing banquet, and the slaves were almost sent out to deliver meals.

As Nero's teacher, Seneca couldn't stand it anymore. When Nero was sitting next to him, he turned slightly and said, "You are late, Your Highness."

"I just rushed over from the theater, it's not here."

Although Nero said so, he still smiled apologetically: "Besides, don't you guys help me manage the empire?"

"Please don't say that. No one can take your place." Seneca said, her voice a little panicked.

"Why not, Mother is sitting next door." Nero curled his lips mischievously.

Seneca glanced nonchalantly at the next door, and wanted to say something more to his students, but the consul was already hitting the floor with his cane again.

"Okay, everyone is here now, let the first elder speak!"

As soon as the words fell, the bald old man stood up with his right hand raised.

"I received news that another riot broke out in Judea Province. Some local people are dissatisfied with the management of Governor Florus. They desire lighter taxes and at the same time hope to be free to build their own temples."