My Heroic Life

The hotel he currently lives in is a state-run hotel. It is an advanced facility for local officials returning to Rome. The entire hotel is fully guarded by apostles, and this is the only one in Rome, but in such a heavily guarded place, Roland can drink tea in the blink of an eye. There are four more people in front of him.

One of them even came with a watermelon while eating.

Roland pinched his eyebrows, and once again felt the perversion of this group of guys. Achilles and Atalante, the two Greek running champions and runners-up, are not mentioned. Chiron is also a completely external player. This guy has four legs!

In fact, he is not in the Greek racing rankings. If he is serious, his speed is even as fast as Achilles, but Hercules, the slowest among the four, has A grade agility.

What is this concept?

To put it simply, the slowest of the four of them is at the same level as the well-known King of Britannia. These guys can definitely beat most of the heroic spirits in the world without knowing their mothers.

Fortunately, you are my subordinates!

Roland wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to Chiron and others: "Tomorrow I will meet Nero Claudius. This time we may have to maintain contact for a month. Julius will let me go. If everything is decided, then our policy will be very clear."

"During this time, try to deceive her trust as much as possible, dig out the connection between the incident three years ago and her, and then decide the next step after success."

"Well, it really can only be so at the moment."

Chiron nodded, and Atalanta followed.

"Lan, you must never expose your soul in front of others, understand?"

"Don't worry, I can't do that kind of thing. The soul form is my hole card. Considering the worst case, I must not expose it until the critical moment."

Roland squinted his eyes, his face was somewhat solemn and said:

"If Nero has nothing to do with this matter, it's okay, but if she was the master of the incident three years ago, or even the man behind the blood toxin, then we..."

The killing intent flashed in the eyes of the blond hunk, making the hearts of the three people except Hercules shocked, and then they became serious.

Roland stretched out his hand and picked up the photo Julius gave him. It was a private photo of Emperor Nero. The blond girl waved to the people with a smile in the petal rain. It was obviously a scene of harmony between the country and the people.

"I hope she has nothing to do with those things, right"

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The next morning, the Royal Park of Rome.

Roland sat on the bench looking at the picturesque scenery of the royal garden in a daze, and unconsciously recalled what happened last night.

After discussing with the four Greek running fast, Roland summarized the basic policy, and then ordered the four to go back and wait. After all, the Hercules melon is almost finished. If nothing else, he shouted. Maybe half of the hotel's guards can be drawn over.

After Chiron and the others left, Roland called someone to clean up the puzzling watermelon seeds, and then set off to meet with the leader of the noble sect in the Senate, Cato.

It was a middle-aged man with a shameless appearance. He had no pretensions to Roland. He greeted him with courtesy. The conversation with Roland went smoothly. The two laughed and laughed constantly. Before leaving, Cato expressed his hope for Roland. Willing to go well with Nero, and I wish the two of you will have a good experience the next day.

Take a look, what are high-quality talents?

Even if Roland knows that the bastard named Cato in front of him usually does not lose his money, but when he meets, he still talks and laughs with you, and maintains the elegance of the nobleman from beginning to end, so Roland can't find fault at all. Able to say goodbye to him and a friendly conversation.

More than that, in the laughter, Cato, the old fox, said his meaning in a vague but clear way.

"The Romans pay most attention to family affection, and the Queen Mother Agrippina must be the same!"

"The people are the foundation of the country. We know this well. Some friends in the Senate have walked ahead of us in this respect. It is worthy of our reflection and study."

"His Majesty the Emperor is still very young. He has never experienced love. It is possible to misunderstand the talents of the Senate as boring people."

......

Well, this is the original words of the representative of the elders’ aristocratic faction, which is as slippery as a ghost. No matter which sentence can be faulted, it is very straightforward in translation. Simply put:

This time, your mom has agreed to pick up girls. You are the emperor under the empress dowager's decree and let go of it.

During this period of time, our noble faction and your civilian faction are no longer fighting, so you don't have to worry about our problems.

Having said that, you are not without difficulties. Emperor Nero looked at our Senate as unpleasant, and there was nothing we could do to show your face.

Facing this kind of straightforward admonition, Roland was unhappy with him personally, but he didn't want to accept the kindness, so he could only leave with laughter and laughter, thinking that he was visiting a close friend's house.

But now Roland wanted to thank him a little bit, thanking him for giving Roland a vaccination.

The man raised his arms and sighed, then glanced at the terminal on his wrist.

It was now close to ten o'clock, and nearly an hour and a half had passed since the appointment time, and Roland now finally understood why the two met so different.

In fact, the normal procedure for the two should be to meet at a dance party, or drink tea and chat with the middleman, and have a preliminary understanding of each other, but what is unexpected is that Nero actually offered to meet for the first time. Before Roland Don't understand why, now he understands.

In order to let him dove.

...This woman!

The macho gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger, and at the same time, after being late for an hour and a half, a luxury car with a royal logo drove to the side of the road ahead, the car stopped smoothly, the guard opened the door and opened the umbrella, and then the blonde came out of the car. Beauty with green eyes.

Nero Claudius is here.

Chapter 15 His Majesty Nero Doesn't Want to Talk to You

A strapless dress decorated with red roses, a red ribbon headdress, dazzling blond hair, straight features, and a petite body. When Roland saw such Nero Claudius appear, he honestly said that moment. It was amazing.

Red is not a dark red wine, but a red that is as gorgeous as a rose. Generally speaking, it is difficult to be controlled. Most women in this red dress are confident in themselves and have a strong desire to show off.

Roland looked at Nero approaching, and had to admit that she was really a beauty that made people feel dreamy. The unruly bright red could only serve as a foil to her. She was like the decorative rose, beautiful, Noble... It would be better if it had no thorns.

The emerald-colored pupils of the beauty are full of indifference that refuses to be thousands of miles away, and the enthusiasm that looks like a fire, but the attitude is awe-inspiring.

"Roland."

"Nero Claudius."

The two approaching people reported each other's names, and then each went silent.

Roland looked at the girl in front of him. He didn't say anything because he wanted to give Nero a time to say that he was late. That's right, it was an excuse. After all, if you take this kind of thing seriously, you won't be late for an hour and a half. Bring him down.

However, it is a pity that Roland's sympathy did not have any effect. His Majesty the Emperor didn't mean to apologize at all, or she didn't even bother to find excuses, just raised her head and looked at Roland from top to bottom.

Nero Claudius was observing Roland's clothes.

As a woman, Nero is a very feminine kind, completely different from female leaders in other countries.

Whether it is the well-known knight king or the saint who rescues the distress, although the status is roughly the same as that of Nero, they all have the experience of a soldier or a knight. They naturally have a strength that is not weaker than that of a man. Fortitude, I usually don't care too much about the minutiae such as clothes and jewelry.

But Nero is different.

Nero Claudius is a real aristocratic background, a flower of Gaoling born with a golden key. She has a far beyond ordinary dedication to beautiful things, and clothes are an important part of it in her view. Her dress is designed by herself, and her talent in this area can even serve as a fashion designer.

In this way, she will naturally have some comments on other people's clothing, especially her prospective fiance.