Chapter 115: Taking Advantage of the Fire
If there were a way to appear in another place without anyone noticing...
The gust of wind brushed past my ears as the cavalry galloped across the plain.
There were no pursuers in sight for the time being, but goddess of luck might abandon them at any time—once discovered by the First and Second Legions, the princess’s team would surely be used as scapegoats.
Caesar is dead, and this shocking news requires a breakthrough.
The best target is the Persians, who might have assassinated Caesar using magic. But this is only the first layer. After the emperor's death, the vacant throne is the key point.
The princes and princesses who stayed in the royal city would not pay attention to the battlefield ahead. After all, no disaster had ever hit the royal city in all these years.
They have never been exposed to the risk of destroying a city or a country since they were born, and the victory or defeat of one or two battles is of no importance to them.
Even if they lost the war to the Persians, as long as they could ascend the throne, they would be able to regain their lost ground sooner or later. Even if they couldn't regain their lost ground, they would still make a fortune.
What better opportunity could there be than now? Not only was his father dead, but he could also trick his brothers and sisters and round up all the generals who disobeyed the new emperor, labeling them assassins or removing them from office.
So the generals had to rush to catch the assassin and the mastermind, no matter whether they were the real murderer or not... You know, the assassin who showed up before was wearing the clothes of the Royal Guards.
The situation will inevitably become chaotic, and no matter who the real culprit is, princes and princesses, elders, loyal or disloyal generals will all be involved.
Everyone is eager to put the blame on others to ensure their own invincibility.
The cold wind gradually calmed Elena down, and her hot blood flowed back into her heart.
It's not that she doesn't have a chance to turn the tables. First of all, the secret mission assigned by Caesar is the best cover: not many people know where she is going, what she is going to do, and when she will be back.
The people in the team were all her confidants, not fools, so the chances of them betraying her were slim. Even if they had a grudge against her, they would have to consider Caesar's reputation: would he risk the lives of his entire family?
Even if there is a real betrayal, subordinates rarely succeed in suing their superiors.
The key was to avoid being overrun by the Legion and not being spotted by the scouts. If Caesar's guards spotted her or deliberately gave false witnesses, she would be in a very passive position.
[If there was a way to appear in another place without anyone noticing...]
A vague image flashed through her mind. She seemed to have... experienced something similar?
"Okay, stop here!"
Melia's clear voice awakened her from her contemplation, and Elena followed the direction of the cat's paw and saw an archway of trees.
Where is this place? She glanced around and vaguely felt that this place should be closer to Rome.
Originally, Caesar led his army to attack the Persian border cities, but after running for so long, they returned to the border.
The cavalry behind him issued a warning that an army might be approaching in the distance!
"It's okay, go through the archway, don't rush." Melia and the kitten grabbed Elena's cloak together, and the horses suddenly accelerated and rushed through the archway formed by the trees.
Then, the sky and the earth changed color.
…
"Where is this?" Elena looked up at the light pink sky, a pink hue brought by the surrounding purple mist. Although it was all purple mist, the nearby purple mist was much friendlier than the mist in the potion or the illusion, and there was no hint of hostility.
"This is the new part of Shadow Rome." Melia sniffed the air and hugged the kitten in her arms, who was struggling to jump out. "I noticed after I left Athens that Shadow Rome is expanding rapidly."
However, the expanded part is quite different from the previous part. Most of it is a long and narrow passage that can only be used for traveling. Only a few Roman cities have complete shadow Rome.
Residents also reported occasional noises of horse hooves and the clash of swords near the passage. She had already instructed Misha and the others to properly control the residents and prevent them from settling in these unstable enclaves.
The cavalry slowed down and advanced on the flat road.
Ten minutes later, a city appeared in front of everyone. It didn't look like any other town. The stones were pieced together to form three-story buildings.
Melia shook her beard. "I originally wanted to make it six stories high, but I have to build the sixth floor myself. It's so tiring. These building materials are very popular."
It's sure to be a hit, allowing the wall to remain stable without unnecessary pillars. Elena scanned the emerging city-state and couldn't help but ask, "Meliya, what's the connection between Shadow Rome and Rome? And that teleportation ability just now? Is it a magic item?"
"Oh, I explained it before, how could you forget it again!" The cat clapped its paws.
"Before? When?"
The two looked at each other, and finally Melia looked away first: "Ah~ I remembered it wrongly, I really didn't say that."
Yes, she hadn't said it, but why... did it feel so familiar? It was as if Melia had whispered something to her in her ear one afternoon.
Elena put the feeling of déjà vu behind her and asked Roni to take the others to disperse and rest. The entire city was relatively empty, with only a few people dressed as scholars wandering around.
Their clothes were of strange style, with leggings and long boots under their robes. They looked neither like slaves nor nobles.
"They are all hired workers. Some are Greek scholars, and some are employees of other city-states."
"What are they doing here?" Elena didn't care about their identities, but rather Melia's purpose in hiring them. With such a well-hidden city, these residents were definitely not just for show.
"We're still experimenting. After all, with so many new products, it takes a lot of manpower and resources. Ouch."
The little white cat slipped from his arms, and the big white cat jumped down and patted his head twice: "Don't rush outside, follow your mother well!"
"Meow~"
The little white cat sniffed at the purple mist, with its tail raised and its waist swaying, looking excited as if it was eager to try something new.
"Haha." Elena chuckled, picked up the reins, jumped off the horse, and gathered the two cats, one big and one small. "Meliya, can we take a shortcut to Rome from here?"
Although she hadn't explained it, she had a similar intuition. After all, there weren't many obstructions here, and the road was completely flat. Even without magical assistance, sprinting in a straight line would be much faster than usual.
"Sure, this is the border, so it'll be slower. It'll take about half an hour on horseback, right? Or maybe an hour? I always use Cat Speed to fly over there."
Melia picked up the kitten that was about to run away and pointed at the road sign beside her with her cat paw: "Woo, woo, woo." [Go this way, go this way and you will get there.]
While she was speaking, the employees had already brought meat and hot water. After all, they all knew Ronnie and knew that this group of people was related to the employer.
"I understand. I'll rest here with them for a while. The Huns probably still have things to do." Elena narrowed her eyes, rubbed the cat's head, and watched Melia and the kitten disappear at the end of the road.
After the two cats were completely out of sight, Elena waved to Ronnie: "Gather, let's go now."
"yes."
The soldiers immediately collected their food and water and climbed back on their horses.
Go back to Rome to hide and recuperate, find some people to prove their absence and beg for mercy? How could it be possible?
Apart from me, the first royal family member to know that Caesar is dead is the most suspicious. He will definitely take the initiative. The murderer will be in the open while she is in the dark.
How can we give up this most dangerous and crucial opportunity?
The horse stepped onto the narrow road, and purple smoke flew backwards, as if giving her wings.
…
"Hmm." Melia stretched, and the little white cat in her arms meowed. The mother and daughter looked at the top of the tent comfortably and closed their eyes at the same time.
Ah, I really want to sleep again.
No! Melia opened her eyes suddenly, picked up the kitten and walked out. What time is it now? Nothing else will happen to the Huns.
If Caesar were dead, the consequences would spread rapidly. Unless the Persian commander was incredibly stupid, he would definitely get the news in advance and catch the Roman reinforcements off guard before they arrived.
Even in a world without magic, the death of a commander would have an absolute impact on morale, and one could basically only resort to strategic shifts, not to mention in this world that relies heavily on individual combat power.
Without Caesar who could wield a lightsaber, the Roman legions, which had been going smoothly, would be successful if their true colors were revealed and they were not defeated in their entirety.
Speaking of being able to use a lightsaber, I wonder what happened to Alexandra and whether she still exists.
No, don't overthink it. The key point is the Huns. What position will they take?
It would be great if we could use their power, but if we rashly introduce a third party, the situation will definitely become more complicated, and more innocent people may be killed or injured.
"Meow." The little white cat put its head close to his face as if to comfort him, and Taffy also brought him a cup of hot milk tea at the right time.
There are traces of tea among nomadic peoples, but now tea is still a luxury that only a few royal courts can drink at will.
Fortunately, there is enough milk and goat milk, and the price of sugar has also dropped. Melia's family can provide things similar to tea, such as dried rose flowers and dried fried large leaves. Once the situation stabilizes, we can look for tea trees. In a few years, we should be able to drink cheaper milk tea.
Gurgle.
The kitten looked over eagerly, its two little paws lightly touching. It had actually learned [want to eat] bowing without any instruction!
Melia was moved by her bright round eyes. She first tested the temperature of the milk tea and then added some breast milk into it.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle. Before the milk tea cup was completely pushed over, the kitten had already stuffed its head in and drank all over its face.
"Really~ Are you that hungry?" He flicked his ears.
"Meow!" Yes!
Never mind. Kittens should just eat their fill. Melia looked at the kitten lovingly, thinking about giving her some milk paste someday.
Pat, the curtain was knocked gently.
"Sister~Are you awake?"
"Not awake~"
Melia yelled back at the top of her lungs. A few seconds later, Sunny pulled the curtains open. "You're awake after all! Next, we need to discuss how to choose the king. I'd appreciate your help, sister."
"No help."
Melia lay back down on the blanket without hesitation.
Don't think she doesn't know what she's up to. She just wants her to pretend to be the bride and help her stand up. She was forced to do so yesterday, so today she's in a bad mood. She said she won't go, so she won't go. If you want extras, find one yourself.
"Sister~"
"Meow~~"
The little white cat imitated her tone and muffled the sound, and a stifled laugh came from under the quilt.
Her anger gradually subsided as she finally understood that Sonny and Elena were very similar: power-hungry creatures. If she argued with them about acting and tactics, she would never be on the same page.
"Sister, please help me one more time." Sunny knelt down sincerely and patted her quilt: these blankets were all made of the highest quality fur, shiny and smooth, and the tent allocated to her was even better than the one Sunny himself used.
These furnishings are all brand new and there is no trace of ambiguity.
No matter what, Sunny always treated her as a distinguished guest.
This is pure exploitation and respect.
【Also, this is a really good monitoring opportunity.】
With her as the "traitor", the Roman legion would at least not be sniped by the Huns halfway.
"Okay, remember you owe me a favor."
She threw back the blanket and stood up steadily: "Attila, King of the Hungarians."
The author has something to say:
Changing the title to "Cats in Rome" should be better than before, right? More, more eye-catching, simpler? (Lie down.)
Thanks to ann, Falling Leaves, Flying in the Clouds, and Dreaming Fantasy for their support~
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