Chapter 247: Flower of Rome, Love of Rome

Many soldiers in the camp, including prisoners and surrendered soldiers, saw a strange scene.

The white-haired governor who led them to capture the enemy's camp with perfect command was avoiding his gaze at this time, looking a little obedient, and their emperor, a petite blonde girl, was looking up at him in an offensive posture that was almost sticking to the governor, with emerald pupils full of "I am very curious".

"So, what does the child mean by 'digging a pit'?"

"...You heard it wrong, Your Majesty."

"Um, although I have had more and more headaches recently, I am not stupid enough to hear the wrong words! So - tell me, Governor!"

At the end, Nero simply hugged Shuoyue's arm and acted like a spoiled child.

The face comparable to the goddess of beauty Venus slowly approached, and the rather bold dress seemed to carry a scorching temperature. Shuoyue just glanced at the ravine on her chest and turned her eyes away subconsciously, but the translucent skirt came into view again.

It was simply painful and happy.

From Nero's perspective, she might simply think that this approach would make it easier for Shuoyue to give in.

But in the eyes of others, this was the expression of the Roman emperor's love for their commander.

A group of rough men who were feeling uncomfortable in the barracks exchanged glances and laughed in a way that all men could understand.

After all, only this reason could make the emperor, who was in charge of the center and busy with all kinds of affairs, come to Pisa, and only this reason could make this noble rose girl take the initiative to throw herself into his arms and act like a spoiled child in front of everyone without restraint.

Even Shuoyue couldn't help but have the idea of ​​'three major illusions in life', but considering the personality of this emperor, he finally suppressed a little throbbing in his heart and said lightly:

"I refuse. This is something that people in the army have to face. As an emperor, you only need to sit in front of the hall. I will lead the soldiers to fight in all directions and bring you victory. It's better not to get involved in some cold wind and frost."

"Um--!"

Nero pouted his red lips and almost put his dissatisfaction in front of Shuoyue.

"I order you to tell me the answer to this question!"

As soon as the voice fell, Shuoyue subconsciously looked at the back of Nero's hand, but found that the command seal was still there.

Isn't this enough to arouse Nero's (Master) emotions to use the command seal?

But he couldn't refuse, and he couldn't let Nero have the psychological inertia of 'even if the order has no effect'.

While his mind was turning, Shuoyue sighed helplessly and finally gave the answer:

"It's used to bury corpses, Your Majesty."

Where can there be no death in war? The corpses could not be discarded at will. Usually, the victorious side would bury their soldiers in separate graves so that their comrades could rest in peace.

As for the corpses of the enemy, they were not treated so well. Usually, they were buried together, and digging pits was the most normal thing.

"Is that so..." Nero could hear that this was the truth, but instinctively she still felt that something was wrong. After thinking for a moment, she decided to forget about it.

All she wanted was an attitude. Since Shuoyue had already answered, she would not continue to ask.

And Shuoyue, with a slight flicker in her eyes, still avoided Nero's enthusiastic and hearty eyes.

Burying the corpses was true, but was it digging pits for the dead, or were they torture instruments prepared for the dying?

The truth of the matter was still buried in the iceberg by Shuoyue.

"Okay, Your Majesty, I have answered all your questions. Please go back to the tent and rest now."

"Governor, I am the emperor, right? I am free to go wherever I want!" The more Shuoyue wanted Nero to go back, the more he refused to give in easily. "Who are these people? Are they the pitiful people who fought against us and failed in the end?"

The white-haired young man looked empty-eyed, completely helpless with this indulgent emperor: "Yes, these are the fools who would rather die than be loyal to the Roman United Empire."

"Um, they are all loyal and righteous people." Nero thought thoughtfully.

"...Wait, you don't want to forgive them, do you?" Shuoyue heard something wrong from the praise, and immediately realized a possibility.

Hearing this, Nero looked up at Shuoyue in confusion: "Um, why not? The rest of Rome should be open to all things!"

This is the truth, both history and Rome itself have proved this.

Among many ancient civilizations, whether it is Babylon, Egypt, India or even China, there has been a certain degree of xenophobia.

Only in Rome, although there is slavery, as long as you are a Roman citizen, regardless of nationality or belief, you will be treated equally.

Macrinus, who once sat on the throne of Rome, was even a black man from the province of Nubia.

In the vast history, it is probably difficult to find a civilization as open and tolerant as ancient Rome. As the saying goes, "all roads lead to Rome", as long as you are willing to be Rome, then you are Rome.

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But only in this matter, Shuoyue does not agree with Nero's approach.

"Where does your tolerance come from, Your Majesty?" The white-haired young man stopped the emperor, with unknown emotions hidden in his blood-red eyes, "What do you want to accept all this?"

"That is the unwillingness of the enemy being killed, that is the resentment of the sacrifice of comrades, that is the chain of hatred of killing each other and endless grudges."

"Are you ready to accept all this?"

Forgiving these soldiers means forgiving the crimes they committed before, which means that the soldiers have lost the object of revenge, and the sacrifice of the entire Shuoyue army has become a fact, which cannot be reversed, and even cannot be sacrificed with blood.

Will people agree to this?

Soldiers who lost their hands and feet in battle, soldiers who lost their comrades in battle, citizens who lost their loved ones in the war...

Will they choose to forgive like Nero?

"What are you talking about, Governor?" Facing Shuoyue's questioning, Nero widened his eyes in surprise and gave a natural answer.

"Of course it's because of love! I deeply love every plant and tree in Rome, and love anyone who is willing to become a Roman!"

The beautiful emperor, like a rose, said with a smile.

Love?

"..." The white-haired young man was completely speechless, and Nero saw Shuoyue speechless, and he raised his head and chest like a victorious general, and walked to the front of the stage instead of Shuoyue.

Obviously such a petite figure, but no one can take their eyes off her.

"I am Emperor Nero Claudius! I have given you permission to listen to my words!"

...I will never admit that the Flower of Rome is that fat uncle Caesar.