My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 277: Forcing the Emperor

PS: Shit, I made it to 2.30. Finally, there's one more thing. I don't know if I can get up in class tomorrow...

That's a very peculiar Roman cavity.

I think I've heard that loud noise before.

But because of the crowd blocking Kerall from seeing anything inside.

There was nothing Keiral could do but push the crowd away and then look at the woman in the red court robe like she was wrapped in flames.

Nero Claudius.

One of the most powerful women in the world.

Women who had been misunderstood by Kerall to have kissed so much stood in the crowd and had a tantrum.

It doesn't look like she had a tantrum because she was too dirty or anything. She was blaming the official for her impatient appearance, what she drank angrily.

For reasons of speed and Roman dialect, Kerall did not know what she was saying in detail, but heard a few simple words.

Probably blaming the environment, the arrogant Roman Emperor didn't realize that there was such a filthy place just below her heels that her self-esteem could not be allowed anywhere.

She is angry, not at civilians, but at the officials in charge here.

“But Your Majesty.” The official smiled bitterly, if he was to be hanged in any case, he might as well fight to death: “There is no extra money to guide this place. I also want to build this place as beautiful as a center, but it is difficult, Your Majesty, that there is no extra money. Without money we cannot hire pickers and clean up the neighborhood, and there is more money needed to build it. Your Majesty, it is not that I do not want to fix this place, but there is no money! ”

Sheriff, the equivalent of future generations of policemen plus district superintendent rank man cried and looked painfully. It was no wonder that even Nero's decisive killer couldn't help but sigh, sweep around looking at his people with hope, just felt a deep helplessness in his heart, even as an emperor, she couldn't get away.

But all of a sudden her eyes lit up, and the white shadow whispered away, but the back shadow made her so familiar, if it was him! If it's him!

Nero pushed the crowd away in the same direction as the burning, passionate flame.

But nobody.

There's nothing in this alley.

No, no, that familiar smell is also clear in this dirty street, definitely here.

Nero's intuition, like that of an animal, led him in the direction of Keiral, which allowed him to observe with magic Nero's Keiral slightly frowning, his footsteps faster, but his boots, made of fox leather, stepped on the snow, giving Nero a direction like a light in the dark.

“Where!” Nero shouted in the direction of Kerall.

But obviously, the footprint breaks here.

Where have you been?

Nero looked left, looked right, but couldn't find anyone else.

“Whoa, that's dangerous.” Keiral climbed to the nearby roof in just three seconds with cool running technology, looking down at Nero, who couldn't stop turning left and right, and Keiral had decided to leave.

Regrettably, however, when he returned to the hotel with a masculine expression, he was also being given the opportunity to seal off the Royal Capital by the Royal Guard of the Central Army of Romania.

Romania was a colonial centralized system, and like the British Empire in the coming World War I and World War II, the colonies were fed to the centre, which guaranteed the colonial administration by absolute force. Of course, the autonomy of the colonies was enormous, and the centre allowed them any rights other than taxes, in other words, even if they were invaded, they were merely destined to be battlefields.

Who says the ancients are not wise enough? Whatever it takes to hit the Romanian internal centre, it is always the rich and powerful parliamentary imperial system that is the best country in the hearts of the Romans.

And the orders of His Majesty the Emperor himself make the entire city of Rome somewhat mysterious.

To be honest, apart from burning Rome's most famous Golden Theatre, built by Augustus himself, everyone likes this fierce emperor who likes to fight and kill beasts himself. Even women prove to be strong enough not to lose to others. For such a powerful and beautiful emperor, even a small war or failure on the border would be fine.

The people of the feudal period are actually very well managed, all they need to do is hide some information, be strong, give them a little smile, and then they will be loyal to you.

Really, very well managed, not the age of the Big Bang, the age of information-sharing, the age of information-sharing network media, you can never imagine how much information communication is jammed up.

High-ranking people, those who get the information, are aware of the situation of the Roman Empire, it is like an old wild boar, with sharp fangs but very difficult to turn around, behind a hungry wolf, in front of a ferocious tiger, in front of a fat wild boar, whose teeth sparkle, but can it really resist the double attack of a hungry wolf and a ferocious tiger?

No, there's no way.

It survived because both beasts were afraid to get bitten after fighting wild boars, a bite that was fatal after a tired fight!

And the tiger is Macedonia, and the hungry wolf is Camelot.

Obviously, Nero understands this, but obviously, it's not just someone else, Kerall, who can raise a little calf into a giant hungry wolf.

And she firmly believed that as long as Kerall came to Rome and stood with her, the two of them would be able to cultivate a strong and sensitive leopard, and yes, in her view, a broken wrist was essential and the boar was too fat to be spyed on and coveted.

But after throwing out a piece of her own meat, the hungry wolf and fierce tiger will compete, preserving strength to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight is the best option, of course, if Keiral helps to appease her life, she believes that Rome is no smaller place than Camelot, with Keiral with a bigger stage can definitely show more and better talent to help her govern Rome.

After all, she is not Artoria, she is not a green and plum horse who grew up with Keiral. How does she know Keiral's ambition?

Yes, this big stage is the best in the world, but he's going to take it and build it, and he's going to hire it on stage, and he's going to build the stage, put on his costume, let him recite the script, and get the results? He doesn't want this stuff!

But how exactly did we find such a man in the Romanian Empire, the capital of more than two million people?

“Merlin, can you find him by magic?” Nero doesn't know much about magic, so he can only ask Merlin.

“It's impossible.” Merlin shook her head with a bitter smile: “If I had this confidence in the past, it would surprise me that he had grown to this point in the previous World War I. We were both familiar with each other and ordinary magic could not be found. Therefore, Your Majesty can rely only on your strength, which I believe is absolutely authoritative in the Imperial City. ”

Yes, Nero, who calls himself the Lord of the World, is absolutely amazing in his role as the [Roman Emperor] title.

And then Nero, the Roman Emperor, spinned his mind.

As strangers, they enter Rome unaccompanied, where will they stay?

It's just a hotel, right?

“Ha ha!!” Nero was only carrying a short sword and kicked open the hotel door.

With a fire red, she kicked open every door with her feet in a red golden silk robe, and the whole of Rome could hear her laughing and kicking.

The reason for her martial law in Rome was not to grab Keiral, but to prevent Keiral from leaving in dignity. As a head of State, Keiral would not drill a dog hole like a gangster or hang out in a carriage.

If you want to go out, you have to go easy. If you don't have to, Kerall has been alive for almost 50 years and no one has been able to force him to do that.

Nero is the same person, she doesn't believe that Kerall will rush out of town, he must still be there.

So all she had to do was kick it down continuously so she could find someone to hide in the hotel.

It's like opening a treasure chest, no matter what's in the next room, as long as she doesn't find the treasure she wants.

The most important thing is that this treasure chest is cost free.

This fuelled Nero's flame.

So when Nero kicked out the north hotel door one morning and came to the south of Rome this afternoon...

The only good news for Kerall is that she didn't bring anyone, not even Merlin.

Even the guards couldn't get their spirits up after kicking the hall all morning.

In their view, this is a game, and His Majesty the Emperor plays a game, and who dares to bully her throughout Rome?

So no one even followed Roman Emperor Nero this afternoon, and Nero walked in under Kerall's watchful magic.

The hotel owner naturally dared not care about Nero, and the Romans who knew Nero's background had been kicked in the door didn't even dare to say a word. Nero was about to kick in here, and Keiral turned to Salti: “Hey, Salti, there's a girl who's hunting us, and we can't hurt or kill her, and my ability is not precisely enough to control the time that she's in a coma, what should we do? ”

[Simple.] Serti wrote on paper, "The best way to deal with a young girl is to push her down (SEX). The question is if you dare to do it, to His Majesty the Roman Emperor...]

“Eh... push it down.” Kerall gently touched his chin and thought about the possibility: “Like Lily, I'm not under much pressure...”

But pushing down the next series of chemical reactions is troublesome… (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)