Huai Shi was dumbfounded.
Feeling Marcus' warm embrace, he wanted to say something but hesitated. He looked at Russell with eyes full of confusion.
What the hell, what's going on!
"This, it's a long story …"
Russell pressed his forehead and sighed helplessly.
After a long time, Marcus finally let go of his embrace, but before Huai Shi could react, he held Huai Shi's hand again, as if afraid that he was an illusion that would disappear at any time.
Unbelievable.
"Russell, you've become a lot younger!" He said in shock, "Even your race has changed!"
"…"
Huai Shi didn't know how to answer.
Marcus seemed to have finally understood something. He took a step back, looked at Huai Shi, and then looked at Russell next to Huai Shi.
"So that's how it is! “
He exclaimed in surprise, "You, you actually secretly went for plastic surgery? You even brought a doctor over to introduce him to me?
Quick, doctor, give me one that's exactly the same as him … "
"Uh, Mr. Marcus, he … is not a doctor …"
"Then is it your father?"
"Your father my ass!" Huai Shi was angry, "My father died many years ago!"
Marcus nodded in understanding, "That's right, you told me that your mother died young …"
"Ahem." After coughing twice, Russell stepped forward and said seriously, "Marcus, we came here for an important matter …"
"You don't have to say anything, I already understand!"
Marcus interrupted him and muttered to himself, "I can already feel it!"
Huai Shi wanted to take advantage of his muttering to himself to withdraw his hand, but that hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed his wrist again. It was so strong, like an iron clamp.
"It's war."
Marcus murmured, his dark pupils seemed to be burning with fire, "The smell of war! Yes, you are planning a war, Russell, I know … a war of life and death, I knew it, I knew it, this time has finally come! "
He shouted excitedly, "The end of Paradise is here!!!"
？？？
Huai Shi was at a loss.
He didn't know what he was talking about.
"Ahem, Marcus … that … the war plan against the ranchers has been canceled." Russell reminded in a low voice, "That plan has been rejected for many years because of insufficient budget, excessive demands, and no possibility."
"Who dares?!"
Marcus suddenly turned around and stared at him, "It's the Directorate, right? I knew it was those bastards! And those good-for-nothings from the Continuation Institute! "
In the long silence, Huai Shi turned to look at Russell.
His small eyes were big Confused.
You call this' gentle and refined '?
Do you have some misunderstanding about the Dongxia language?
"Marcus, calm down, calm down …"
"If it's not the plan to conquer Paradise, then it's the Green Sun Sequence?" Marcus asked, "The development of Hell's borders is about to be realized?"
"Uh … although the Green Sun has been realized, the development of Hell's borders is still far away …"
Marcus pondered for a moment and came to a realization again, "Could it be that the Golden Dawn Project to explore the origin of the Abyss is finally about to start?"
"Ah, in a sense … but it's not this either?"
"It can't be the descent of Heaven, right?"
"Heaven has been gone for so many years, it can't even descend, my friend." Russell sighed, "The Land of Dreams in the data center has sunk into Hell …"
"How dare you!!!"
Marcus roared, the veins on his face bulging, unable to restrain his anger, "This is a great humiliation! Russell, call Vitaly and Orton, let's burn those rebels to ashes! "
With that, he pulled Huai Shi and rushed out a few steps, but Huai Shi didn't move. Soon, the old man turned back and looked at them angrily, "What are you standing there for, let's go."
"Vitaly and Orton are dead, Marcus, isn't this the obituary you posted yourself?"
Russell looked at him with pity. "The Kingdom of Heaven no longer exists. All of our grand plans and hopes have vanished without a trace. They have fallen along with our ideals.
It's been seventy years, how long are you going to be immersed in this dream? "
"I … I …"
Marcus was stunned on the spot for a long time, as if he couldn't understand what he said.
He was like a lost child.
He couldn't find the direction, but he could no longer escape reality.
"If they're all gone …"
He asked blankly, "But where should I go?"
Russell was silent and didn't answer.
"Where are you? Russell? Are you Russell? Are you also a figment of my imagination? Just like the past, "Marcus muttered blankly," I … am I having a relapse again? "
"I'm sorry, I miss you guys … I really miss you guys …"
He lowered his head, tears already streaming down his face. "But I already … I already … have nowhere to go … Please tell me, where is my home?"
"It's not an illusion this time."
Russell pressed his shoulder and told him seriously, "I'm right in front of you, Marcus. I'm here to bring you back."
The man covered his face and cried silently.
Huai Shi looked away, unable to bear to look anymore.
.
.
After a long time, when Marcus finally calmed down, he seemed to have turned into a wooden man.
He sat on the chair in a daze, silent and silent.
It was as if he had lost his soul.
"What's wrong with him?"
Huai Shi stood in the distance, looking at the lonely figure, and asked softly, "… Is he crazy?"
It was impossible to imagine how much of an impact the fall of Utopia had on him.
It had actually caused a sublimator to fall into madness, causing the wise and elegant diplomat of the past to become like this.
"Yes, he's crazy."
Russell lowered his head and smoked a cigarette. "After all, he's a Roman. It's not strange that he often has seizures … Have you not seen a lot of crazy Roman royalty?"
Huai Shi was speechless.
This was also a strange rumor that had spread throughout the Modern Land.
Among the emperors of Rome, there was no lack of prominent monarchs and wise people, but there were few exceptions — the more prominent, the wiser, and the more far-sighted they were, the more muddle-headed and tyrannical they would be in their later years.
No, it could almost be said that they were crazy.
It was fine if they were extremely extravagant, but a few emperors directly set off civil strife and war, pushing Rome to the verge of collapse several times.
It was hard to imagine how such coincidences gathered together, almost forming an unwritten tradition.
If it was a bloodline defect, it could not be explained. After all, the most important thing in Rome was the throne, but it did not necessarily have to be passed down by bloodline. Several emperors were even slaves or Kurfürst.
But once they sat on that throne, they would not have a good ending at all.
In the past, the emperors were poisoned to death, assassinated, and died of diseases countless times …
As for the descendants and relatives of the emperors, there were so many that it was uncountable.
"Should I say that power makes people crazy?" he asked curiously.
"No, this is a curse, Huai Shi."
Russell said, "The curse of the throne, the weight of the crown, the price of becoming the supreme …"
In Rome, before the emperors ascended the throne, they would be endowed with the stigmata and miracles of God Jupiter, becoming the master of the Roman genealogy.
And at the moment of ascension, he would naturally become the 'crowned one' and inherit the correction value accumulated by all the Roman emperors throughout history.
A person, regardless of whether he was an ascender before or not, after going through such a ceremony, would become one of the strongest in the entire Modern Land.
The memories of the emperors of the past, the essence and experience of countless struggles would be available for him to integrate and master.
And after a thousand years, the correction value of Rome had reached more than 300%. This power, coupled with the miraculous engravings and the relics of authority, could already be called a demi-human and demi-god.
This was not a secret among the upper echelons of the major genealogies, but it was the first time Huai Shi learned about it. He was shocked and puzzled.
More importantly, since he was so strong … what curse could threaten the emperor?
"Isn't it only Rome that can destroy Rome?"
Russell replied, "There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world, Huai Shi. In addition to inheriting all the correction values, he will also bear the 'distortion' of the entire genealogy and Rome. This is the responsibility of the emperor."
One hand held the strongest power in the world, and the other hand held a terrible curse that could poison the whole world.
For ordinary people, facing one of them was unbearable, let alone facing both.
The moment the emperor put on the crown, his life would enter a countdown.
In a long time, until his life, soul, and will were exhausted, he could no longer bear the burden.
"The pressure brought about by this power and the curse is too great, and it will even spread to the family … The so-called madness is only the best outcome.
Even if it is not blood-related, as long as there is a familial connection, it is absolutely impossible to get rid of it.
What do you think the imperial guards who accompany the emperor do? Is it to protect the strongest emperor in the world? No, it is to protect Rome.
If the Senate determines that the emperor has fallen into madness, then the imperial guards are responsible for cutting off the emperor's head to put an end to the solidification and the spread of the disaster.
If the emperor confirms that his kin is incurable, then he will have to kill him personally. Marcus being allowed to live until now is already the limit of what Titus can do, apart from the many people who have received his kindness. "
"Because of the stimulation of the fall of the Kingdom of Heaven, he lost control?"
"Maybe, or maybe he is disappointed in us, so he has nowhere to go."
Russell sighed, "In the past, all of us thought he would be different. It was because he was too steady and gentle, making people like him and trust him. He also successfully created a false impression.
An illusion that he is very strong. "
"Uncle, he is indeed very strong."
The person who spoke was the emperor who had returned.
Unknowingly, he had been standing outside the courtyard, quietly looking at the man's back, but he did not step forward.
"When I was very young, I knew that he was different from the others."
Titus turned back and said, "In the palace of Rome, uncle has always been an anomaly. He is not obsessed with pleasure, does not pursue extravagance, and has never indulged his desires. Without his teachings, I would not be who I am today. “
He paused and said indifferently, "Russell, it is your fault that he became like this."
"Yes."
Russell nodded and did not shirk the responsibility.
"You have seen him, so you should understand that he is no longer useful and has no value." Titus asked again, "Do you still insist on your original idea?"
"Yes."
Russell responded solemnly, "If he is not there, the reconstruction of Celestial genealogy is meaningless. That is his home, Your Majesty, the home he chose 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. If he wants to go home, I cannot stop him.
He is very old, Russell. Dementia, madness, amnesia, and unclear consciousness. He does not even remember me, his nephew, but he still remembers you.
I will not ask you how to make him realize his value, nor do I intend to ask you to build a meticulous nursing home for him. I only hope that all his sacrifices can 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, held his hand, kissed his cheek for the last time, and hugged him.
"Uncle, you can go home."
He said goodbye softly, "I will miss you."
Marcus was sluggish for a long time, as if he understood something, and smiled happily.
Titus was silent, gave him a final hug, and turned away.
He never looked back.
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