Huai Shi is stupid.

　　 Feeling the warm embrace of Marcus, hesitating and stopping, and wanting to stop, the eyes that look at Russell are filled with blankness.

　　 What's the matter, what's the matter!

　　 "This, it's a long story..."

　　 Russell pressed his forehead, sighing helplessly.

　　 After a long time, Marcus finally released his embrace, but before Huai Shi could react, he held Huai Shi's hand again, as if he was afraid that he was a phantom and would disappear at any time.

　　Unbelievable.

　　 "Russell, you have become a lot younger!" He said in shock, "Even the race has changed!"

　　 "……"

　　 Huai Shi has no idea how to answer.

　　 But Marcus seemed to finally understand something, stepped back, looked at Huai Shi, and then at Russell beside Huai Shi.

　　 "That's it!"

　　 He was amazed: "You guy, did you go for plastic surgery quietly? Did you bring the doctor over to introduce me?

　　Quickly, doctor, give me the whole look exactly like him..."

　　 "Uh, Mr. Marcus, he... is not a doctor..."

　　 "Is that your father?"

　　 "Fat, my father!" Huai Shi was annoyed: "My father died many years ago!"

　　Marcus nodded clearly: "That's right, you told me that Lingtang died early..."

　　 "Cough cough." Russell stepped forward after coughing twice, and said seriously: "Marcus, this time we come here is important..."

　　 "No need to say anything, I already understand!"

　　Marcus interrupted him, muttering to himself: "I feel it!"

　　 Huaishi wanted to withdraw his hand while he was talking to himself, but that hand suddenly stretched out and squeezed his wrist again with such force, like iron tongs.

　　 "It's war."

Marcus murmured, his eyes burning like fire, "The smell of war! Yes, you are planning a war, Russell, I know...a life-and-death war, I know it, I know it, It's finally here at this time!"

　　 He exclaimed excitedly: "The end of the blessed land is here!!!"

　　? ? ?

　　 Huai Shi is at a loss.

　　 I don't know what he is talking about.

"Ahem, Marcus... that... the war plan against the ranchers has been cancelled." Russell reminded in a low voice, "The plan was too exaggerated because of insufficient budget, and there was no possibility, so it was rejected a lot. Years."

　　 "Who dares?!"

　　Marcus suddenly turned his head and glared at him: "It's the Control Bureau, right? I knew it was the dogs! And the gang of survivors who only dragged their feet!"

　　 In the long silence, Huai Shi turned her head and looked at Russell.

　　 Tiny eyes, greatly confused.

　　 Do you call this "gentle and gentle"?

　　 Do you have any misunderstandings about Dongxia language?

　　 "Marcus, calm down, calm down..."

　　 "It's not the plan to capture the most blessed land, it's the Green Sun sequence?" Marcus asked, "Is the development of the border of **** to be realized?"

　　 "Uh...Although the Green Sun has come true, the border of **** is still far away..."

　　 Marcus pondered for a moment, and then he suddenly said, "Could it be that the Golden Dawn project to explore the origin of the abyss is finally about to be launched?"

　　 "Ah, in a sense...but not this?"

　　 "It's never the kingdom of heaven coming, right?"

　　 "The kingdom of heaven hasn't been there for many years, and it hasn't fallen, my friend." Russell sighed, "The land where there is nothing in the data center has sunk into hell..."

　　 "Presumptuous!!!"

　　Marcus roared, with blue veins bursting on his face, angered: "It's a shameful shame! Russell, call Vitali and Orton, let's burn the rebellious group to ashes!"

　　 While talking, he pulled Huai Shi and rushed out a few steps, but Huai Shi did not move. Soon, the old man turned his head and looked at them angrily: "What are you doing in a daze, let's go."

　　 "Vitaly and Ulton are both dead, Marcus, isn't this an obituary you posted yourself?"

　　 Russell looked at him pityingly: "The kingdom of heaven no longer exists. All our great plans and hopes have disappeared, and they have fallen together with our ideals.

　　 It has been seventy years, how long will you be immersed in this dream? "

"me……"

　　 Marcus was stunned for a long time, as if he could not understand what he was saying.

　　 is like a lost child.

　　 can't find a direction, but can no longer escape reality.

　　 "If they are gone..."

　　 He asked dullly: "But where should I go?"

　　 Russell was silent, without answering.

　　 "Where are you again? Russell? Are you Russell? Are you what I imagined? Like in the past." Marcus whispered blankly, "I... am I sick again?"

　　 "Sorry, I miss you so much... I really miss you..."

　　 He lowered his head, already crying, "But I have...I have...nowhere to go...Please tell me, where is my home?"

　　 "This time it's not an illusion."

　　 Russell pressed his shoulder and told him seriously: "I'm right in front of you, Marcus, I'm here to find you back."

　　 The man covered his face and cried silently.

　　 Huai Shi looked away, couldn't bear to look at it again.

　　.

　　.

　　 After a long time, when Marcus finally calmed down, he seemed to have become a wooden man.

　　 sat in a chair sluggishly, silently, without saying a word.

　　 I seem to have lost my soul.

　　 "What happened to him?"

　　 Huai Shi stood in the distance, looking at the lonely figure, and asked softly: "...crazy?"

　　 can't be imaged, how much impact did the fall of the Utopia bring to him.

　　 turned a sublime into madness, and turned that wise and elegant diplomat into what he is now.

　　 "Yeah, crazy."

　　 Russell lowered his head and smoked a cigarette. "After all, he is a Roman. It's not surprising that he often ventilates...Have you seen a mad Roman royal family?"

　　 Huai poem is speechless.

　　 This is also a weird rumor that has spread throughout the present realm.

　　 There are no lack of obvious kings among the Roman emperors of the past dynasties, and there are no lack of steadfast and wise men, but there are not a few exceptions-the more obvious, the more wise, the more visionary, the more faint and tyrannical after the old age.

　　 No, it's almost crazy.

　　 Fortunately, several emperors directly caused civil strife and war, pushing Rome to the brink of disintegration several times.

　　 It is hard to imagine how such accidents converge in one place, almost forming an unwritten tradition.

　　 If it is a bloodline defect, it can't be explained. After all, Rome is important to the throne, but it is not necessary to inherit the blood. There are several emperors who were even slaves or electors.

　　 But once I sit in that chair, there is no end to it.

　　The emperors of the past dynasties, the poisoned, the assassinated, the violent illnesses are countless...

　　 As for the emperor’s heirs and relatives, there are already countless.

　　 "Should we say that power makes people crazy?" he asked curiously.

　　 "No, this is a curse, Huaishi."

　　 Russell said: "The curse of the throne, the weight of the crown, the price of becoming the supreme supreme..."

　　In Rome, the emperors of all dynasties were given the stigmata and miracles of their heavenly Father Jupiter before they became kings, and became the masters of the Roman genealogy.

　　 At the moment he became the throne, he would become the "crowned one" as it should be, inheriting the correction value accumulated by all Roman emperors in history.

　　A person, no matter whether he was a sublimator or not, after experiencing such a ceremony, he will become one of the few strong people in the whole realm.

　　 The memories of the emperors of the past dynasties, the essence and experience of countless struggles will be mobilized with him, so that he can understand them.

　　 After a thousand years, Rome’s correction value has reached more than 300%. This power, combined with the engraving of miracles and authoritarian relics, can already be called a half-human and half-god.

　　 This is at the top of the major pedigrees, this is no secret, but Huaishi was the first to know about it, and was shocked and puzzled by it.

　　 More importantly, since he is so strong... Then what curse can threaten the emperor?

　　 "Isn't it the only Rome that can destroy Rome?"

Russell replied: "There is no such thing as a pie in the sky, Huai Shi-in addition to inheriting all the correction values, it will also bear the entire pedigree and the'distortion' produced by Rome. This is The duty of the emperor."

　　 One hand holds the strongest power in the world, while the other hand holds a terrifying curse that can poison the entire world.

　　 For ordinary people, facing one of them can't bear it, let alone both?

　　 At the moment when the crown is put on, the emperor’s life will enter the countdown.

　　In a long time, until the life, soul and will are consumed and exhausted, I can no longer bear the burden.

　　 "The pressure of this power and curse is too great, and it will even spread to the relatives... The so-called madness is just the best end.

　　 Even if it is not in blood, as long as there is a family connection, it is absolutely impossible to get rid of it.

　　 What do you think the guards accompanying the emperor do? Is it to protect the strongest emperor in the world? No, to protect Rome.

　　 If the Senate determines that the emperor is in madness, then the Guards will be responsible for cutting off the emperor’s head to prevent freezing and the spread of disaster...

If the emperor confirms that his relatives have no medicine to cure, he must be killed by his own hands-Marcus can be allowed to live to this day, besides many people who have received his kindness, it is also Titus. The limit can be done. "

　　 "Because of the stimulus of the fall of heaven, out of control?"

　　 "Perhaps, or maybe it’s disappointment to those of us, leaving him nowhere to go..."

　　 Russell sighed: "In the past, all of us thought he would be different. Because he is too calm, and so gentle, so that people love and trust, and successfully created a false impression.

　　 An illusion that he is strong..."

　　 "Uncle, he is really strong."

　　The speaker is the returning emperor.

　　 I don't know when, he was already standing outside the courtyard, quietly looking at the man's back, but he didn't come forward.

　　 "When I was very young, I knew that he was different from other people."

　　 Titus turned around and said: "In the Roman court, my uncle has always been a stranger-not obsessed with pleasure, not chasing extravagance, nor indulging desire. Without his teaching, there would be no me who I am today."

　　He paused, and said coldly: "Russell~lightnovelpub.net~ He became like this, it's your fault."

"Yes it is."

　　 Russell nodded, without the slightest excuse.

　　 "You have already met him, so you should understand that he is no longer available and worthless." Titus asked again, "Are you still sticking to the original idea?"

　　 "That's right."

　　 Russell responded solemnly: "If he is not there, the reconstruction of the heavenly genealogy is meaningless. That is his home, your majesty, the home he has chosen for himself."

　　 "...Then, take him back."

　　 Titus was silent for a long time, and said softly: "He is my teacher and my most respected elder. I can't stop him if he wants to go home.

　　 He is very old, Russell, dementia, madness, amnesia, vague consciousness, he doesn't even remember my nephew, but he still remembers you.

　　 I will not ask you how to make him realize his own value, nor do I plan to let you build a meticulous nursing home for him. I only hope that all his sacrifices will be meaningful.

　　 His... death can be valuable. "

　　 "It must be so."

　　 Russell nodded solemnly.

　　 So, in the silence of parting, the emperor walked to the old man's side, bent down, squeezed his hand, kissed his cheek one last time, and hugged him.

　　 "Uncle, you can go home."

　　He whispered goodbye: "I will miss you."

　　 Marcus was sluggish for a long time, as if he understood something, and smiled joyfully.

　　 Titus was silent, and finally gave him a strong hug, then turned and left.

　　 never look back.

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