Chapter 127 The Emperor's Personal Expedition

◎The deep golden pupils gradually recovered, and Sunny took the golden apple and took a light bite.◎

The air in the Senate almost froze as they watched the guards carry in a gold-inlaid throne, which landed on the center line with a clang.

Caesar used to enjoy this, but in recent years he's grown tired of it and no longer sits in on every session. Should they be thankful the Regent didn't bring the throne over?

A few days ago, someone dared to challenge the princess at a meeting.

Unexpectedly, Elena first debated with him in a friendly manner, and after winning the debate, she had him dragged out and dismissed from his post.

"You're wasting my time without any useful suggestions. Get out of here."

The elders swore to heaven that day that Elena wanted to say "drag him out and kill him," but after repeating the word "kill" twice, she smiled and changed it to "dismissal." She really could do it.

Unfortunately, no one dared to call her a tyrant. She was not a monarch and could draw her sword and kill people at any time regardless of her status.

Join forces with others to get her out of power? Never mind whether the guards would agree or not. They assassinated her just as the Persians invaded. They might as well just be cowardly.

Dong, clang.

Someone tapped on the table, quietly reminding everyone to sit up straight. A moment later, the princess, in her light purple robes, appeared at the doorway, her boots sweeping in.

Elena sat comfortably on the throne. "Tell me, what's the new topic you called me to discuss?"

No one asked you to come! The elders in the front row had different expressions, only Sura and Muro were the most relaxed.

After a few seconds of silence, Muro spoke first. He pulled out a map and unfolded it. "Your Highness, urgent news has arrived from the front. The First Legion has been trapped by what appear to be Persian forces and is retreating towards the nearest city, Magus."

"Suspected? Not sure?"

"Yes, the main force of the Persian Legion is being tied down by the Second Legion and you. They don't have such a large army." Muro's fingers ran across the multiple punctuation marks marked by the spy.

Indeed, even if Caesar had died, the number and combat effectiveness of the Persian army were not enough to open up a multi-front battlefield.

After some thought, Elena deliberately cast her gaze towards the conservative generals. "It seems we need someone with both talent and courage to go to Magus and join the defenders in resisting the incoming enemy."

The generals who were being watched by her lowered their heads, their faces flushed. "You must be joking! The royal city still needs a garrison. How many men can I take with me if I volunteer to run out to rescue them?"

As long as the enemy's number is slightly greater than the intelligence, these thin-blooded generals will fight with their heads.

[The Princess Regent is truly heartless. She's asking them to run over and die, just to pave the way for her.]

Seeing their impassive demeanor, Elena sneered and turned to Marcus, who was listening at the end of the table. "My dear brother, you've always complained that our father doesn't trust your ability to lead troops. Now that you've encountered such a great opportunity, don't you want to give it a try?"

She spread out her hands sincerely, as if she truly believed Marcus was extremely talented, simply lacking a little opportunity. "Did your father not have time to teach you?" "That's okay. Genius, like gold, shines everywhere."

Against the bereaved Persian Legion? Such a good opportunity will never pass away.

Good, good, what a nice ball of yarn!

Marcus glanced at the cat playing with a ball in the corner of the conference room and asked, "If Your Highness allows me to take all the garrison troops, I'm willing to give it a try."

"All the garrisoned legions?"

"yes."

Marcus pursed his lips and said, "Let's see if you want to. Let's die together. I'm asking for a lot of money, so what do you want?"

Elena's brows were solemn, only her lips were smiling. "Hahaha, don't be so selfish. The main force of the Persian Legion hasn't left yet. We must leave some men to protect the Roman citizens. As for the garrison legion... you can take half with you."

It sounded fair, maybe there was a chance! Marcus was tempted for a second. However, the map on the table, showing all the lines, poured a bucket of cold water over his head.

How could attacking be easier than defending? She had the walls to defend her, but I didn't. There must be spies and assassins in the legion, planted by Elena. He might have died from ten arrows in the back before he even got far.

He shook his head firmly: "No, I can't joke with the lives of the soldiers."

"Well said, I can't do that either." Elena gave him a look of disdain: "It seems I have no choice but to do it myself."

Phew~ you should have told me earlier.

People in the hall began to cheer and compliment loudly, but Elena seemed oblivious. She simply raised an eyebrow and said, "Come to think of it, Ophelia and her group ran out of the royal city a few days ago. Does anyone know what she did?"

The scene fell silent again, and everyone was unsure of the Regent's intention: Are you going to pursue the matter or not? If you were going to pursue it, send someone to pursue it today. I thought you were going to turn a blind eye, at least there would be one less opponent.

"waste."

Elena scolded and suddenly waved behind her.

The red-haired gladiator star—no, it should be said that the newly promoted deputy general—walked over in such a grand manner and stood in front of the elders.

"While I'm personally on the expedition, Roni and Reigns will be in charge of the defense of the royal city. Don't expect any tricks, they have the right to hang you on the city walls to protect you from the Persian arrows!"

"Yes, yes."

Some of the elders and officials remained silent, while others murmured their agreement. However, most remained unfazed: Forget the Regent, but what's there to fear from a commoner general? Once you leave the royal city, it's our right to decide what to do next.

Maybe after Her Highness Elena finishes dealing with the Persians, she'll turn back. Guess what? The First and Second Legions are back, Marcus has ascended the throne, and you can just stay on your chariot and drop pearls!

"Very good~"

Elena pulled out a parchment scroll that had been prepared long ago from under the tablecloth and threw it in front of everyone.

Everyone stretched their necks, and the large characters "Commission of the Provisional Supreme Commander" came into clear view.

The Regent Princess's smile blocked out the sunlight from the window, making it look particularly ferocious. "Sign this for me. Wartime circumstances are special, and I need the right to mobilize all the garrisons of the city-states along the way."

…

"vomit!"

Melia leaned against the carriage door, retching. It had finally stopped—if it hadn't, I'd have thought I was going to have another baby. Following the Huns on their rapid march, my butt and back ached from sitting in the saddle, so I had no choice but to roll into the carriage.

Unfortunately, the only super luxurious shock-absorbing carriage was sent to the small treasury, so she could only use an ordinary carriage. She was shaking all over and saw little stars everywhere.

"Sister, it's okay, we're here~" Sonny still had that annoying expression on his face and reached out to help her down. But Taffy was quicker, raising both hands and carrying Melia to the ground.

"Thank you."

Melia swayed and looked at the group of houses the size of a matchbox not far away: Magus City is right there, and here we can definitely launch Shadow Rome and help Attila win with one click.

Surely Attila would have won even without her help?

"How is it, sister~ Where are all the craftsmen and magic that you are familiar with?" Sunny followed with a smile, but before he patted her shoulder with his left hand, he felt a little dizzy.

Sister Melia gently grabbed my wrist.

His right hand instinctively grasped the hilt of his knife. “The world… is shaking?” There were no enemies. Only Sister Melia and a bewildered Brida were nearby.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally lowered her hand and let the vibration appear and disappear.

Melia looked at the gold coin turning in her hand. It seemed a little stagnant in the process of flipping up and down.

Strange, what is the reason?

Before she could figure it out, the coin finally flipped. This time, the world's transformation wasn't smooth, like adding too much solid chocolate to hot milk. It got stuck while being sieved, and finally melted completely.

"Okay, here it is, clang clang clang clang~" Melia opened her arms happily and showed her the brand new Shadow Rome.

"Sister, it's no different from just now, except that everyone is gone." Sunny ruthlessly exposed that this place has not been built yet and is covered with weeds just like the outside.

"Ahem, sorry, let me show you its powerful functions... I'll go back and move the materials later~"

Melia took out a few ordinary Roman gold coins and placed them flat on the palm of her hand.

After three breaths, the gold coin in his palm melted into a pool of liquid at room temperature and began to take shape automatically. It stretched and contracted like plasticine, eventually forming a miniature golden apple.

"How is it~" Melia handed the golden apple to Sunny and admired her rare surprise.

The deep golden pupils gradually recovered, and Sunny took the golden apple and took a light bite.

"Hey hey hey, be careful with the germs!"

"What bacteria?" Attila raised his head, his eyes gleaming with a captivating brilliance. "My noble Hera."

…

Snap, snap, snap.

The horse's hooves were stuck in the mud, and Hulun didn't care about his princely manners. He cursed as he hurried on.

Damn it! So disgusting! I got tricked by Attila and Bleda! They even brought a potion with them. How could the Huns be so despicable?

In order not to waste time, he had to take some of the warriors on horseback and let the other part escort the sheep and tribesmen and move forward slowly.

He was almost there, but he encountered several rainstorms along the way and had to squeeze in with the other soldiers because he didn't have enough tents. Then, someone caught a cold and knocked him down, and he didn't recover for several days.

Finally, I finally saw the city of Magus - I was in such a hurry to get here, Attila must have fallen behind, right?

Hulun stood on the hillside and looked up, his smile gradually fading:

Attila's men had already set up camp and were munching on mutton. Where were Attila and Bleda? Where were those two little brats?!

He looked around angrily, then his mood improved a little. The two people he hated the most were nowhere to be seen. They must have seen that the others hadn't arrived yet, so they hid in their tent and took a nap.

Looking closely, their number of people has also become smaller. They must be taking the risk of moving forward separately like him.

Humph, nothing more than that.

【How about... taking this opportunity to defeat them? 】

He suddenly had an idea. The Great Wizard and the other princes hadn't arrived yet, so he could just grab a wave first. He brought all the elite troops with him. The last time he lost so badly, it was all because of luck and Attila's despicable tactics!

His fingers trembled with excitement, and his adjutant whispered, "Your Highness, why don't we take this opportunity to teach them a lesson?"

lesson……

The sudden words left Hulun stunned.

Hadn't the previous lesson been enough? He'd been tricked twice by Attila. Perhaps there was a trap at the foot of the mountain, waiting for the second person to step into it. If he rushed down, he'd have to face well-hidden cavalry.

He swallowed and looked down. The more he looked, the more similar they were. He immediately backed out: "Don't worry, they're very cunning. Why don't we go to the city and take a look?"

"In the city? There are Roman soldiers in Magus City."

"Think about it carefully!"

“Oh…oh~”

The adjutant laughed apologetically: "I forgot my original profession, ouch!"

Hulun slapped him and he didn't dare to say anything more. After all, it was not a glorious thing.

The Huns always had bad years and bad fighting strength, and then they would disperse and break up into family units, hoping that they would each collect enough supplies before winter.

Hulun had experienced that time when he was a child. There were few people he could use as a child, and slaves were sold for money. He had no choice but to sneak into foreign cities disguised as a merchant, steal from rich families, and then run away.

When that group of people saw the Huns, they only knew them as "those Huns", and since he didn't have many golden blood characteristics, he had never been caught once.

Things are different now. With so many elite troops, why not sneak into the town and raid its coffers? Then the Great Witch and everyone else will acknowledge my talent!

Hulun seemed to see a huge golden man rising behind him, and Attila and Bredana bowed their heads and kissed the soil.

"Hahahaha, what a bunch of idiots." He spat at the foot of the mountain: "Let's go into the city!"

The author has something to say:

Here, Sunny plays on the golden apple trope: three goddesses all want the golden apple, and they find a human to judge. Choosing different goddesses will give different gifts: combat power, the throne, or beauty. Hera corresponds to the throne.

Thanks to the first offender, Lei Lei of nanaya_scarlet~

Thanks to icgirls for the irrigation~