Chapter 20 Precognition
He produced something Melia had anticipated: a pile of IOUs.
On the shortcut leading to the commercial district in Xicheng District, several gladiators were standing loosely around, surrounding the entrance and exit.
Each of them was muscular and equipped with a shield, light armor and a long sword.
Misha carefully covered her body and pondered the conversation they had just had.
Melia had asked them to stand there. Why? First of all, the gladiators at the funeral were all sacrifices. They would perform martial arts in front of everyone and then be eaten by monsters.
From time to time, Rome held a martial arts performance dedicated to the gods. Some were large, some were small, sometimes just two or three gladiators competing against each other. The dead were dedicated to Hades, and the surviving winners were dedicated to the gods of the sponsor.
Misha has loved watching gladiator matches since she was a child. She learned a lot of fighting skills from them and also gained a rare pleasure in her poor life.
For some reason, she suddenly felt uncomfortable when she thought about herself clapping as hard as everyone else.
Who would hold a martial arts performance in Xicheng District? They usually held it in the Pantheon, the Arena, or on a stage in the commercial district.
Wouldn't it be easier for these gladiators to escape if we let them guard the intricate streets?
Before Misha could figure out what was going on, a pure white kitten suddenly poked its head out from the roof.
How white it is! Its fur is translucent in the sunlight, and the tips of its ears and tail gleam with a hint of the sun's warm yellow. Its paws press against the eaves, and its fur unfurls in the wind, revealing a velvety texture like a dandelion.
So cute...
Even though there were many dangerous strangers around, Misha still wanted to climb onto the roof immediately and feel the softness of cat fur with her fingers.
"Ahem, ahem, ahem."
Everyone present was shocked, and the gladiators looked around for the source of the sound.
Misha stared at the cat hiding behind the clothesline in amazement.
The pure white kitten uttered a smooth human voice: "Don't be in a daze, move to the right!"
"……Who are you?"
The kitten picked up a golden bell and threw it down, raising his voice confidently: "This is an order from Miss Melia. Quick, meet up with the people in the alley on the right. There are bad guys trying to ambush them!"
The gladiators looked at each other in bewilderment. The last man picked up the bell, examined it for a few seconds, and then took his first step. Everyone followed him to the right. They were still hesitant, but a minute later, the sound of fighting erupted from the end of the alley.
They sped up, surrounded the enemy from the other side, and joined the battle.
Misha swallowed her saliva as she looked at the little white cat's human-like expression.
The cat stood on a high place and looked around. Everything seemed to be going well below, and it actually breathed a sigh of relief!
What is that, a god... or a demon?
The little white cat scurried onto the roof of the second house. Misha followed with the basket in her hand without giving it much thought.
She was too familiar with this place, but the little white cat was no less familiar. It rolled into an empty alley with a whoosh, its nose twitching as if it was waiting for someone.
Misha didn't have time to brake and fell in front of it, gasping for breath: "Wait, wait a minute."
“Meow!”
The little white cat jumped up in fright, its four paws planted in the basket: "Why are you here?"
It stuck half of its head out of the basket: "Don't just stand there, hide quickly, there will be -"
What will happen? No need to ask.
Several men holding hammers were pacing towards this place, muttering, "... The elder is really stingy."
Misha felt her hairs stand on end: they were doing dirty work, work that was dirtier than digging out excrement!
Her experience of growing up in Xicheng District made her particularly aware of how dangerous it is now. Several people who took money from the elders and did dirty work were preparing to ambush here.
[He will be killed.]
She stood there stiffly, looking up: the roof looked low, but climbing up would make it easier to get trapped and die. These people would carry guns and use blowguns.
So where to hide? There's nowhere to hide, not even the trash.
"Be careful! The guys over there just ran away quickly, otherwise they would have all been killed. Where would so many powerful guys come from..."
The foul smell of mud lingered at her nose, the sound was getting closer and closer, and an invisible chain was wrapped around her heart.
Misha closed her eyes in despair, catching her breath as she let the broken dagger slip into her palm. If I was destined to die, I'd at least take one or two with me.
May...any god bless me.
jingle--
The crisp sound of a bouncing coin made Misha open her eyes subconsciously. She could not see the collapsing world in front of her, but saw patches of silver light covering her entire field of vision.
She seemed to see the mercenaries' hairy arms and the vegetable leaves showing through their teeth as they talked and laughed. But the next second, everything was gone.
Whether it's an alley, a mercenary, a stain, an entire city, or a cat—
The cat still exists.
A pure white kitten, so white it glowed, stood on a stone pillar in the ruins, shaking a paw. "I say, if you just follow someone, you'll die, you know?"
It, she, or rather He spoke in a calm tone that would have seemed threatening to anyone else, but when he looked into those emerald eyes, he only felt peace in his heart.
Misha stepped toward the cat, feeling bewildered. What was happening? Should she kneel like her parents? Should humans bow down before something unfamiliar, something they didn't understand, or something mysterious?
"Okay, that's enough for now."
The cat's paw gently pressed on her forehead, and the little white cat disappeared into the air: "Wait here first, there is food in the room, I don't have time now-"
With the white cat gone, Misha finally had time to look around carefully.
She took a deep breath of air. It didn't seem to make any difference whether this was the realm of gods or demons, except that the smell of fireworks mixed with cow dung, sweat, and spices was missing.
No matter which direction I turned, I saw only bushes and ruins.
This place... seems to be the city of Rome?
She walked through the ruins and could vaguely sense a similar layout from the remaining foundations.
Some houses had not completely collapsed, and inside they contained some food, water, and clean blankets, which looked out of place with the frozen landscape around them.
[Is this something He just put in?] Misha picked up a piece of bread and stuffed it into her mouth. It tasted similar to the food at Muala's funeral, both delicious.
Now there is only one thing to worry about: Do gods, or goblins, have the same sense of time as mortals?
By the time that kitten realizes, "Ah, there's a human waiting for me," will five hundred years have already passed?
This is a problem.
…
Melia opened her eyes suddenly and met Taffy's inquiring gaze.
"Hmm, yawn." She yawned artificially, held the golden cup beside her and put it to her lips, then quickly pushed it aside.
Are you kidding? This contains a potent poison sponsored by an unknown person! Drinking it will cause your entire body to heat up, your limbs to twitch, and in just a few seconds you'll bleed out and die instantly.
If it were someone like her who had the quick-death effect of "Rose Princess", she would die with a meow.
Melia knocked on the cup and sighed: It was most likely Muro who sponsored this cup of poisoned wine.
After all, apart from Muro, those who have no direct relationship with the property still hope that she, this big victim, can live to inherit the estate so that they can transfer the property to [someone or several people] in a formal and convenient way, rather than being divided up by various people.
As for Muro, he was paying respects to Muara not far away. He was well-liked, with many friends waiting outside the square. Judging by the insignia and shawls draped over his robes, most of them were members of the House of Commons.
The Senate is divided into two houses, the upper and lower houses. Except for a few "supreme senators", the upper house dominated by aristocrats has much more power than the lower house dominated by commoners.
Although the House of Commons has many seats on the surface, it is actually easy to be divided and ignored.
Even though his goal was to become the "senator" in the House of Lords, Murrow still made many friends in the House of Commons.
Muro was wearing linen clothes today. As an adopted son, he looked much more filial than his biological daughter Melia.
He held flowers and gold coins in his hands and placed them in Mualla's coffin while praying.
Even though the body stuffed with spices had already given off a strange smell, he still lowered his head without changing his expression, kissed his father's cheek, and shed tears in front of everyone.
Hiss... Melia touched her arm and her skin felt numb.
Muro walked towards Melia with a sad face, his arms open. According to etiquette, the heir must gently embrace each of his brothers and sisters.
Melia opened her arms stiffly, and her so-called brother gently put his arm around her shoulders and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
"How are you thinking about the seats?"
Phew~ This is the Muro I’m familiar with.
Melia relaxed a little and replied in a similar voice, "Sorry, Muala's place doesn't belong to you."
The murderous intent instantly enveloped his whole body, but the next second he only saw Muro's numb and sad expression.
He didn't say much, but nodded slightly at Melia.
Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.
Melia's heart was filled with alarm bells:
If this glass of wine was really sent by Muro, this guy might be more dangerous than Sura! Sura would consider the occasion and the bargaining chips, but Muro, who was deprived of all his inheritance rights and got nothing, didn't care.
She quickly picked up the wine glass on the table and tentatively handed it over: "Wait, brother - do you want a drink?"
Muro turned his head, glanced at the rim of the glass, and said in a hoarse voice: "No, I want to give up drinking for three months for my father."
Not a bad reason.
Melia chuckled before he looked away: "Brother, let me tell you something good."
"What?"
She pushed her glass aside and leaned forward. "I'll keep Muala's seat, but what do you think of Sula—or some other supreme elder's seat?"
!
Muro's eyes were deep, he did not answer, even the movement of his chin was so faint that it seemed like an illusion.
Looking at the man leaving, Melia felt relieved: Let's fool him for now, the thunder can't explode in one day.
Just to save the lives of the gladiators and civilians before the opening, she drank five glasses of wine, not including the one time she didn't know about at the beginning.
Boom, boom, boom, boom.
The rhythmic sound of drums rang out, and it was the distinguished guests from the temple and the Senate coming to see Muala off.
Melia cheered herself up, and Sura's figure also appeared among them... The mercenaries they had deployed were "accidentally" intercepted by the gladiators. As long as they had suspicions about the traitor, they would not easily use the mercenaries.
"Take this table away."
Melia knocked on the table and asked the servants to carry this most gorgeous table filled with all kinds of food to Muala's coffin.
"When my father was alive, he loved to enjoy his food alone. No one else was allowed to touch his things."
She took out a handkerchief soaked in garlic juice, and immediately her nose and tears flowed freely.
Sulla led the elders and stood not far away. The gold ornaments on their bodies pressed down on their red shawls, making them look particularly heavy.
He first bowed slightly to the coffin and placed the prepared gift next to the coffin: the mummified body of a baby who died "accidentally" was said to protect the owner of the coffin from the disasters of the underworld.
When everything was done, a greasy elder came out from behind Sulla.
He pulled out what Melia had expected: a pile of IOUs.
Melia cheered herself up: It’s finally here - let me see your second wave of attack!
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