Chapter 109 Mother and Daughter Meet
Elena lowered her head patiently, carefully examining the little white cat on the ground, and her slightly wary eyes met hers.
Melia pointed at the red box and said, "Is this the future you imagined? Even if you fight for several lifetimes, it won't be enough."
Sonny raised the corner of his lips and put down the parchment: "This is not the future, but the past."
Under the quiet sunlight, she narrated, "A long, long time ago, when gods still walked the world, almost everyone was divided into tribes. Some preferred to settle down, while others chose to migrate."
He slid his finger gently. "No one knows where the original tribes are, but we Huns have passed down many stories through word of mouth. The original king was as keen on migration as we are, and these places are the traces of his conquests."
Ah, I understand. Melia nodded slowly. It's just a claim, maybe his ancestors were really wealthy.
She suppressed a slight unease: the Huns of this world were very different from the Xiongnu and Xiongnu she had imagined. They were more widespread, had more distinct characteristics, and their customs were very mixed.
Of course, it can be explained that the author of "Rose Princess" is not good at history and does not want to do research.
But could it be that the "Huns" here actually unified all the powerful and famous nomadic peoples in the world and merged them together?
If this is true, would the Hunnic strength far exceed that of the surrounding countries, and would they be able to launch a victory thrust when they are fighting for their lives?
"Sister, are you listening? Is it that boring~"
"Hmm? Nothing~"
Melia shook her head and said, "Don't think too much about it. The story of Rome is not over yet. The Rose Queen will not spend a lot of time writing about the Hunnic War."
If all else fails, the time traveler can also resort to the three ultimate weapons that win over the nomadic peoples: encouraging them to raise sheep, free trade, and agricultural settlement.
Boom! Suddenly, the sound of clinking swords could be heard outside.
Sonny and Brida deftly drew their knives and walked out of the tent. She turned and waved her free hand. “Sister, get some rest. These routine assassinations are common.”
"Ah... How long will this last?" Melia quickly picked up the little white cat and covered her big ears with her fingers.
"Of course—when we arrived at the Golden Horde."
With a swish, the curtain dropped, and the noise outside gradually subsided.
By the time dinner was served in the evening, the blood had already soaked through the soil. No further traces of the invading army remained, save for a few unfamiliar warhorses in the herd.
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At night, Melia picked up a bowl of broth.
There were not many vegetables on the grassland, but the Hungarian nanny who cooked the meal said she wanted to celebrate her successful exorcism, so she sprinkled a handful of wild vegetables in the meal, which smelled like coriander.
Gulp, delicious, the fishy smell of mutton is covered by the slight aroma of wine and wild vegetables.
"Gulp." The kitten raised its head and swallowed its saliva towards the small bowl.
The expression "I want to eat." is written all over her face.
"Want a drink?"
"Meow!" A very confident call.
Babies and kittens definitely cannot drink broth with salt and wine. Melia rubbed the pointed horns on the kitten's head and drank the broth with a drooling expression.
"Meow..." A cry of great regret.
"Haha, you can drink it when you are older. Now you should drink milk. By the way, goat's milk should be okay too?" Melia rummaged around in the tent, and Taffy hurriedly brought a clay pot: the pot was sealed with straw, and there was rough cheese inside.
This natural cheese has existed since ancient times, and Melia also gave suggestions for making it with yogurt, cream, and dried cheese.
However, these improvements can only be made after the Huns have completely settled down. She opened the seal and scooped out some cheese with a spoon: "Would you like to try it?"
Cats can drink goat milk, and few people are allergic to goat milk, so it should be fine, right?
The kitten stretched its neck, took a big bite, and swallowed it with a slurp.
"Meow." It seemed like a reserved compliment.
Then she climbed on top of Melia and used her claws to pick at her clothes.
"Okay, okay~ Of course a newborn kitten needs to drink milk~" Melia kissed the baby again, trying to turn into a white cat but failed.
That's right, this is the real world now, there is no way to transform directly.
She had to mix milk and goat cheese together and add a little bit of sugar.
The kitten was fed a mouthful with a spoon, and immediately put its head into the jar, ate it up with a slurp, and couldn't even poop.
I don't know who she got it from, but she eats so fast. Did Elena also like to eat like crazy when she was a child?
Melia suddenly remembered the kitten gnawing on the crown: those rubies didn't look like food at all. Maybe the baby had superpowers related to swallowing.
"yawn."
Suddenly feeling a little tired, Melia touched Maozi's head and lay down on the blanket: "Mommy will go see...your other mother first, good night, baby." Then she closed her eyes.
It's been a while since I entered Shadow Rome. If I use cat form, maybe I can take a shortcut.
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Whoosh~The sound of wind blowing in my ears.
The white cat opened its eyes and stretched comfortably. Its soul, less exhausted than its body, walked with a lightness of spirit. Its cat form in the virtual world wasn't so agile.
Well, I kept thinking about Elena before going to bed this time. It should be near her, right? It looks like a forest. Hmm, there's a city next to it!
With a clattering sound, Melia ran out on the grass.
Pasha, pasha, another sound followed behind, jumping and skipping.
Pasha?
Melia stopped and looked back: the little white cat tilted its head, its blue eyes wide open, as if saying, "Mom, why did you stop?"
"Hey hey hey!" Melia raised her paw in surprise and touched the kitten's head.
A baby can actually attack in spirit form? How bizarre! I have the Rose Princess to help me, and she's just an ordinary child. Could it be that she just watched her mother's spirit drift away and followed along?
Not likely...
"Meow." The kitten didn't care about that. She shook her ears and began to stretch out her claws tentatively, probably asking, "Mom, where can I find another mom?"
"Baby, follow me. Remember to run back if you encounter any danger." Melia didn't understand and simply gave up thinking about it. She hooked the kitten's tail with her tail and looked back every few steps.
"Meow?" A questioning meow.
After going back and forth several times, Melia found that the kitten had much better physical strength than her.
I was originally worried that the kitten would fall behind, but the fact is that the kitten wanted to rush forward from time to time: even with the bonus of "Rose Queen", without extreme acceleration, the kitten was still more flexible.
They entered the city under the cover of night, and the guards at the city gate were particularly slack: they looked less like gatekeepers and more like... Roman troops.
It was probably a city captured by Caesar, and perhaps a large army was stationed there awaiting the next move.
According to "The Rose Queen," Caesar's fortunes were initially strong. Although he suffered several setbacks at the hands of the Persians, he, true to his Roman identity, deployed elite troops to regain his position, capturing several cities in a row—and then perished in an assassination attempt.
Hmm, should I remind Elena? If I do, will the butterfly effect make things worse?
Forget it, everyone has their own destiny. Caesar has started wars more than once or twice. Even if he tries his best to get away with it this time, it will happen again. With his personality, he won't listen 90% of the time, and he won't appreciate the remaining 10%.
Melia felt a little helpless when she thought about the Luna Festival. She had found the right people to remind him, but he hadn't listened once. If she wanted to save Caesar, she would have to follow him around 24 hours a day, desperately retracing his steps and experiencing various ways to die.
I'm scared, I won't do it!
Melia regained her focus and, as she ran, she told the kitten, "Baby, you saw your other mother last time. Her name is Elena. Remember that."
"Mmm."
"She's easy to recognize, right? Long blond hair and blue eyes. You might have blue eyes too in the future."
"Meow." An absent-minded meow.
"Huh~ Where is it? Why is it so far this time?!"
Melia simply jumped along the wall and onto the roof: "It's so late, Elena might be sleeping in the room?" If she was digging a hole with a shovel like last time, she would take the baby back immediately.
Gory scenes are not suitable for children.
"Meow."
The kitten's cry became sharper, causing Melia to look down immediately. "What's wrong? Did you get a bug? If you did... uh, Mommy will take you to take a bath."
"Meow..." The kitten shook its head in a humane way, as if sighing.
She spread her paws and ran away, looking back to signal her mother to catch up quickly.
"Did you find Elena?"
"Meow."
Two white cats scurried across the empty streets and into the square. They had seen it from the rooftops earlier, but the crowd was so dense that they'd thought it was some kind of city gathering.
In those days when there were no mobile phones or computers, gatherings were considered a form of entertainment.
When we got closer, we realized that it was not a rally at all: a group of people were tied together and sitting next to each other in the square, looking dejected.
They didn't have many wounds on their bodies, nor were they in despair. They were just a little depressed, as if they had some kind of mental preparation for the current situation.
Although massacres were common in this era, in most cases only a few individuals were killed, and the remaining captives were used as slaves or heavily taxed for several years.
Melia looked thoughtfully at a brightly lit stone house not far away: Caesar always liked to live in conspicuous places, as if he was afraid that the assassin would not be able to find him.
If Caesar were here, he would definitely be there. After all, this castle-like house is the most magnificent building nearby.
As for Elena... Melia looked around and finally saw her after being pointed out by the little white cat's paws.
No wonder I didn't recognize her at first glance. Elena's bright face was mostly blocked by the helmet. She was leaning sideways and having a detailed conversation with the deputy general beside her.
Looking closely, wasn't that deputy general Ronnie?! Donning the standard Centurion uniform, he exuded a fierce aura.
Well, it seems that Mr. Pados mentioned in the message that Ronnie left with Elena and her people.
After all, joining the Roman Legion and becoming Roman citizens was their original purpose. Since Caesar needed manpower, it would be natural for them to join the princess in assisting the royal army.
"Meow~"
Melia quickly hopped under the eaves and brushed Elena's leg armor affectionately with her tail. Wow, so cold.
"Meliya?!"
Elena's eyes lit up and she picked up the white cat on the ground in surprise.
"Ms. Melia..." Ronnie looked at the white cat hesitantly, as if she understood something. She politely greeted the two of them, opened the door for them, and gestured for them to come in and talk.
Fortunately, no one else was around; the soldiers were busy with dinner, looting, and guarding the slaves.
Elena carried Melia inside and closed the door behind her: "Long time no see, how are you?"
"Great, wait...don't close the door yet!"
"Um?"
Elena followed Melia's gaze and looked outside, only to see a little white cat standing silently at the door, its tail caught in the middle of the door.
She hummed, deliberately pulled out her tail in front of the two of them, walked quietly to Elena's feet, and just looked up at Melia.
"Yes, it's Mom's fault."
"Hmm."
"It's not right to have another mother~" Melia whipped Elena with her tail. "Quick, promise the baby that you won't forget her again!"
"She's your child~"
Melia's joyful tone still lingers in her memory, replaying from time to time.
Elena lowered her head patiently, carefully looking at the little white cat on the ground, and her slightly wary eyes met hers.
"Meow." The little white cat raised its head proudly, then let out a long sigh.
Suddenly I began to understand my father's worries. If there were a few more children like him... I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to sleep.
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Thanks to Luchen_piuma and Leilei from Shiqiburuan~
Thanks to Aunt Cao, White Knight, The Corner Where the South Wind Blows, Xiaozhi, Kim Minji Idiot@%, and Flying in the Clouds for their support~
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