Chapter 35: The Roman Tyrant

  "Don't bully her, why bully you?"

  This statement is somewhat ambiguous, do all men who encounter beautiful women naturally learn how to flirt with them in an artistic way? No, I think this reflects my personality! It makes me a bit angry. As they say, one's speaking style is an external manifestation of their personality, could it be that after more than a decade of mixing with Rome, I've been trained into a perverted aggressive S&M freak? Even when I open or close my mouth, it's full of invasive and attacking tendencies?

  He glanced at Maurice and thought that the image of a ghostly beast attacking and trembling was more suitable for him.

  "No way, you can't bully anyone!"

  The artsy girl told me through her actions that she's not a masochist, at least she doesn't like being abused. This is worth celebrating, I don't want the first girl I've befriended and slightly admired to be a pervert - there are already enough perverts around me: "I'm never soft-hearted towards my enemies."

  The artsy girl's pig teammate, no, friend, I apologize for using such a coarse term alongside a pretty good little loli. She must have some backing to be so confident and calm. Who is behind her back? I don't need to think about it to know who it is. I had already anticipated this situation when I was going to take down Dionysus. Since I knew it was coming, I had already made up my mind on how to deal with them. I won't let those who are asking for death off the hook, one comes and gets beaten, a group comes and gets flattened.

  The literary girl, as a well-read aristocrat, not getting a satisfactory reply, she started to reason and argue from the perspective of books and human nature: "Why do you want to show such brutality? An aristocrat, especially a charming male aristocrat, should possess benevolence and noble morality corresponding to his status."

  Pretty sister, I don't know whether to praise your cleverness in saving the country with curves or criticize your shortsightedness. Please, the more brutally I behave, the more I can torment that pig of a friend of yours, and the better it will be for repairing your relationship later on.

  Only Pennywise couldn't understand my painstaking efforts, nor could Frederick.

  This young artist from Germany was among the first to join in the chorus of criticism against me.

  Through this literary and artistic description, I realized that I am the culprit who is going to tear down the Dion Street district. Unbeknownst to me, I have surpassed Zhu Wen in brutality, climbed over Emperor Yang of Sui, and now stand just below the peak with Qin Shi Huang as my sworn brother, only one step away from standing on Qin Shi Huang's shoulders and facing that infamous old brother who has been notorious for thousands of years.

  Penny's face turned white with fright!

  The group of swallows in the room cleverly hid on one side of the wall, their faces filled with terror, and the crows were silent, lest they affect the fish pond.

  Alexander and his five ancestors, the five of whom have four abnormalities in the enhanced version of the king's eight airs, the emperor's resentment, what's more, the whole person is shocked.

  At the entrance, the leader of the coffee shop cried with a sad face, and a group of waiters stood guard at the stairs, fearing that the four unidentified people inside would destroy the entire world in the next second.

  As for me, I realized early on that I was being scolded, and scolded very badly.

  Of course, Zhu Wen, Emperor Yang of Sui, Qin Shi Huang and King Zhou of Shang did not appear because Frederick was not familiar with them, while Alexander did not know them either. The erudite Frederick found a bad emperor that we Romans are all too familiar with. When it comes to the tyrants of Rome, people may first think of Nero, but here he is not the worst one.

  Caligula, the third emperor of the Julio-Claudian dynasty, took over the imperial power from Tiberius and ended his reign in just 3 years and 253 days. Caligula was a short-lived ruler but one who is often remembered for his brutal and cruel deeds. In the long history of Rome, among the many emperors, there were always a few whose existence served to fully illustrate the meaning of words like brutality and cruelty. And Caligula was one of them. One of the most heinous things he did was when he fell ill, the people prayed for his recovery in the temple, and after he recovered, he had all those who had promised to give their lives in exchange for his health killed. He was a very cruel and perverted person, so being compared to him is basically equivalent to ancient emperors being compared to King Zhou of Shang.

  I didn't expect Frederick to have such a strong sense of justice, nor did I expect him to be so close to Penelope during my busy period. He must have guessed my identity to some extent. Yet, he still stood up for me, without fear that I might get angry and send him back to Germany. I really admire people like this, and the world needs more of them. Having a sense of justice is great, but if one doesn't adjust their approach slightly, it can lead to trouble - history is full of well-meaning people who ended up causing harm.

  "I'm not that kind of person, first of all I'm not arrogant enough to declare war on the sea god Poseidon, and then get tens of thousands of Roman legions exhausted from running from the imperial border to the Mediterranean coast to catch fish. Secondly, I don't have amnesia, like that emperor who made up his mind to conquer the British Isles, only to discover when he arrived at the northern shore of France that he had forgotten to send a summons to the troops stationed in various places, and then got the accompanying Praetorian Guard to launch a war against Poseidon on the northern shore of France for several days, killing many fish. Finally, I don't have any hatred towards Poseidon, nor do I declare war on him every day... Let thousands of Roman soldiers hold up salted fish from countless beaches and parade in Rome...

  What a pathetic emperor, what a pathetic scene! Let's mourn for the ancient Romans who went to watch the procession holding salted fish under the scorching sun. The Roman Empire has always had a tradition of emperors deifying gods and other people, but there is only one emperor who declared war on a god, and that's not just once. So this matter is not only recorded in my family's books, but also written as a sensational scene in many records."

  I can understand those people from that era, after all, it's rare to see thousands of Roman soldiers collectively going crazy on the beach, it's an unknown number once in a thousand years, so everyone should be excited and treat this as if Michael Jackson had come to our town for a concert, calling friends over to watch and leaving behind ink to make future generations envy... "But talking to you is really enlightening, if I want to leave my name in history, maybe declaring war on God would be a good choice! Haha, with thousands of guns, plus a hundred or so cannons, pointing at the sky, firing one shot after another, just thinking about it is thrilling! Haha!"

  Sweat!

  Waterfall sweat!

  Sweat dripping from my brow!

  I never thought I'd have a day like this where I'd make such a declaration!

  Older brother, what's with that gaze! I'm still me!

  Maurice, give a normal reaction for once, stop being so eager and excited!

  Constance, you're not normal either, are you considering the feasibility of what I just said?

  What's wrong with Valens?... Hmm, you literary girl, what's with that expression, don't be so intense!

  Everyone gave me a shock that was no joke. As I looked around, the whole room full of people with gloomy faces suddenly lit up and their depressed mood dissipated into thin air.

  The leader of the coffee shop is so entangled and regretful, look, it's really coming to destroy the world, isn't it? Even declaring war on God has come out, what's next is destroying the world, right? Damn this crow's mouth!

  Frederick wanted to say something else, but Hans held his arm and didn't let him speak, even Penelope turned around and stepped on it.

  "Ah" a mournful cry changed tone, Frederick looked at the literary girl with a very resentful gaze, and she returned with an even more resentful look.

  "German, you need to change your temper." I advised, but he didn't think so. If astrology is really useful, I'd say that the literary girl shouldn't have gone out today, otherwise she wouldn't have kept running into pig teammates.

  It seems that Pennywise also had this realization, and today she really shouldn't go out. She made a gesture with her eyes, and began to strategically retreat while calling out to her friends. If they didn't retreat, I estimate that Frederick would say something, and I'd be in trouble too.

  But before she left, I stopped her: "Our German friends know about this street."

  Penny hung her head and didn't dare look at me: "I accidentally let it slip."

  "You seem to be afraid of me?" I asked again.

  "Pennyvis whispered: 'It is proper to show reverence to the imperial family.'"

  "Alright, you can go now."

  A large group of over a dozen nobles left, and the rooms they had booked suddenly became quiet. A table with boiling hot water still emitted a gentle warmth, and the ground coffee beans hadn't been made into coffee yet. Alexander looked at me sideways, his mouth slightly curved in a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

  "What's wrong? After more than a decade, you're only now realizing that your younger brother is more handsome than you?"

  "I feel that my feelings have been hurt. My brother over there is furious, but I never thought that you, the one involved, would not be provoked at all."

  "Compared to Lao, those preachy things he says are completely not worth mentioning." I said with a wave of my hand.

  "Come to think of it, that's true. Lao is indeed more fierce when scolding people than he is. We're all intimidated by him and become like nothing in front of him. When it comes to others, even if they didn't scold as severely as Lao did, I still feel a surge of anger in my heart."

  "That's because that old man, although despicable, we respect him. Others, they don't have the qualifications to criticize us. As for just now, I feel guilty in my heart. For good people, I've always been kind and soft-hearted, even if that good person is very immature." I said, finding a chair to sit down, and handed Frederick this silly hat a "good guy" card, hahaha.

  "However, the way you handled that aftermath was truly impressive... how... um, stunning, I think that's the only word to describe those words... declaring war on God... how arrogant."

  Forget it, declaring war on God, how much more is there!

  This is one of my dark pasts!