Chapter 606 Come, hit me!
A group of six people left the library and came to the counter. The fat boss who was skilled in his business automatically rolled over with a smile on his face.
Lorne stepped forward and asked with a smile:
"I want to ask you something."
Hearing this gentle tone, the fat boss was somewhat flattered:
"If you need anything, please let me know, sir!"
"I just met a friend in the library who I had a good chat with, but he left so quickly that he forgot to tell me his name. I wanted to ask if you knew him. I want to buy him a drink later."
"What does he look like? If he's a regular customer, I'll definitely remember him!"
"High cheekbones, grey-green eyes, black hair, middle-aged, slightly bald..."
As Luo En finished describing someone's appearance, the fat boss slapped his thigh and said:
"You mean Lord Caesar?"
Luo En's eyes flashed, and he asked uncertainly:
"Which Caesar?"
"Of course it's the one from the Julius clan among the seven great clans - Gaius Julius Caesar."
The fat boss said his full name and smiled.
"He's a famous person."
During the conversation, the fat boss revealed an interesting story that made Caesar famous.
A few years ago, due to the internal strife of the seven clans, Caesar was implicated in the turmoil and slipped out of Rome. He took a boat to Rhodes in the Greek Age of Gods, wanting to become a disciple of the famous orator Apollonius.
But at that time, the four great gods had just merged, and the Mediterranean was still in chaos. Especially in the Aegean Sea region of Greece, the people there were tough and pirates were the most rampant, and many of them were descendants of gods. They not only robbed merchant ships, but also kidnapped rich people for ransom.
Once, when Caesar was out, he was unfortunately kidnapped by a group of Cilician pirates.
After kidnapping the hostage, the pirates took a look at Caesar's shabby outfit and demanded a ransom of 20 gold pieces before Zeus would let him go.
This was a sum that would bankrupt an ordinary noble, not to mention Caesar who was poorly dressed at the time.
It was obvious that these pirates were teasing this hostage, preparing to squeeze all his value out of him and then kill him.
However, Caesar's reaction was even more unexpected. He mocked the pirates for asking too low a price, which was a disgrace to his status. He said to the pirates, "You don't even know who you are kidnapping. You should ask for 50 gold Zeus to be worthy of my status."
The pirates were also surprised. They had never seen a kidnapped person raise the ransom on their own initiative. Since they could get more money, the pirates were of course happy to do so. They let one of Caesar's followers go to raise the ransom.
Of course, Caesar had another purpose in raising the ransom, which was to make the pirates pay more attention to him and exchange the excess gold for his personal safety. After all, as a member of the seven major clans of Rome, the gold was far less important than his life.
After being held hostage by pirates for more than a month, Caesar's entourage delivered the ransom in full. The overjoyed pirates fulfilled their promise and let Caesar go.
But Caesar did not forget this humiliation, and immediately organized a crusade after regaining his freedom, and captured the pirates who had provoked him. Because the pirates had been kind to him before, Caesar showed mercy and ordered people to cut their throats before crucifying them to ease their pain.
After listening to this, Luo En showed a trace of doubt on his face:
"Fifty gold coins is not a small sum for Zeus. Didn't he flee to Greece for refuge because of the political unrest in Rome? Is Julius willing to pay the ransom for him?"
"Minerva (Athena), you are indeed very discerning!"
The fat boss exclaimed, and then revealed the answer.
"Julius was unwilling to pay for him, but he borrowed money from several banks in Rome using his family name and his own private property, and promised several times the interest."
"So, he robbed the pirates and then balanced the accounts?"
"How could that be possible? If those people were really that rich, would they be pirates?"
The fat boss shook his head, then looked around to see if there was anyone around, leaned closer and whispered,
"I heard that although Caesar wiped out all the pirates nearby, the money he extorted was not enough to fill the hole. Now, Caesar is blocked at his door every day by debt collectors, and he is still paying the interest."
Hearing this, Loen couldn't help laughing and became very interested in this famous person in Rome.
If I guessed correctly, the bastard who just knocked out two of his Silver Heras should be the legendary Caesar.
——A strong man in both military and political aspects.
It seems that due to the continuation of the Age of Gods, the fate of many legendary figures has become seriously misaligned with the original history.
Lorne's eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about something.
He remembered that in the original time and space, this Caesar the Great should have already become famous at this age, become an emperor of the Roman Empire, and established great achievements.
But now, this legendary Roman emperor showed no signs of ascending to the throne. Instead, he was trapped in a financial crisis due to usury, and even defrauded a "simple" foreigner like him for two silver horas.
Are you trying to rip me off?
My bargains are not that easy to get.
Loen smiled playfully, his spiritual power radiating towards the sky.
After a brief buzzing, several invisible silver-white metal balls in the sky spread their blade-shaped metal wings and flew towards the Pantheon on the top of the Seven Hills.
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At night, the moon is dim and the stars are sparse.
The six of them enjoyed a Roman-style meal in the bathhouse, then paid the bill and went out, walking under the bright moonlight all the way back to Claudius's private residence.
At this time, the filth and odor in the yard had been cleared away after the servants swept the yard.
Tomorrow morning, we can continue teaching.
Loen drove the four little ones into their respective bedrooms, urging them to review their homework and go to bed early. He himself sat in the classroom with his textbooks, a few books borrowed from the library and a stack of parchment, and concentrated on planning the content of tomorrow's lessons.
If you want to make the course lively and interesting, you must put some thought into it.
In order to help these little ones grow up as quickly as possible, he, as a teacher, has to work harder.
Besides, there should be a surprise tomorrow.
A hint of expectant smile flashed in Loen's eyes. He closed the book on the origins of the seven Roman clans in his hand, stood up and walked out of the classroom.
By this time, it was already late at night.
He pushed open the bedroom door and found a graceful figure standing in front of the bed, bending down to make the bed for him.
And in the house, nice-smelling incense has been lit.
Fortunately, it doesn't smell like roses.
Luo En breathed a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice:
"Just let the servants do this. You don't have to do it yourself."
“If they can do it, so can I.”
Cassandra turned around, winked and smiled.
"There aren't many things I can do for you. If I let those servants do everything for me, wouldn't it be a dereliction of duty for me, your priest?"
Upon hearing this, Loen realized that he could not persuade his subordinate, so he had to acquiesce in this behavior.
It's not something shameful anyway, so let her do it if she wants to.
However, the priestess cleaned up the room but did not leave.
She looked at her Lord God and said while biting her lips:
"Sir, I have a request, I hope you can agree to it."
"What?"
"Please, spank me..."
The priestess knelt on the ground, holding a whip made of sheepskin strips in her hands, and looked at her own god with longing on her face.
Luo En: “…”
Isn't this right?
You are so fresh and clean during the day, why do you have to play such heavy games at night?
Even if it's sexual repression, it's only been less than half a day. Isn't the growth rate too fast?
Sensing that strange look, Cassandra immediately realized that her Lord God seemed to have misunderstood. Her pretty face blushed and she explained:
"Sir, this is the blessing ceremony for the Lupasala Festival."
As a grand and formal celebration in Rome, the Lupasala Festival not only provides convenience for young men and women to pair up, but also includes purification, blessings, prayers and so on.
And whipping the body with sheepskin strips is one of the processes, symbolizing self-reflection, obtaining forgiveness from the gods, and driving away evil and disease.
To this day, many religious mysteries and classical festivals include similar activities.
Realizing that he seemed to have made a mistake, Lorne awkwardly took the sheepskin whip from Cassandra and symbolically whipped his priestess on the chest, shoulders and back several times.
At the same time, he secretly mobilized the divine power and injected a blessing containing the divinity of life into Cassandra's body, allowing his priestess to remain forever young and free from disease and disaster.
Although this is just a form of blessing, the Roman queen of goddesses and the Roman god of love worshipped during the Lupasala festival may not necessarily respond.
But as the main god that Cassandra had just served, Loen naturally had to give compensation.
Feeling a surge of vitality rushing into her body, the priestess raised her head and looked at her own god with a more gentle and charming gaze.
This lord is as generous as ever, never sparing in his blessings to his followers.
But the more this happens, the more guilty one feels.
or……
Cassandra bit her lip and looked at the sheepskin whip in her hand again, a slight blush on her face.
"And this, take it."
The solemn reminder interrupted the priestess's wandering thoughts. When she came to her senses, she found a strange object in her hand.
They were two tender buds made of light, with a hint of metallic luster on the surface, and countless starlight contained in the blazing white texture.
From time to time, ethereal hymns and chants came from the darkness, as if to lead people's souls into a paradise without disease and disaster.
"This is?"
Cassandra held the young sprouts in her hands, not knowing what was going on.
"A small branch of the Kabbalah Tree of Life during the Roman Age of Gods. It is also part of the key to opening the [Gate of Heaven] and dispatching the [Mechanic Clan]."
Lorne paused and continued in a deep voice,
"From now on, you are the Key Holder of this item. You have the power to carry out my divine will and decide the future of Rome for me."
"This is too valuable. I am not worthy of accepting it. Please take back the order!"
Cassandra was immediately flattered and quickly picked up the light-shaped sprout in her hand, wanting to return it to her own god.
However, Luo En shook his head and said in a deep voice:
"This is not a whim, but a decision I made after careful consideration. The Mekhanites see themselves as tools, only suitable for executing orders, and are not good at dealing with the complex emotional relationships and political games of human beings. Your elder brother Hector and the ancestor of the gods Romulus are busy challenging the strong everywhere, trying to move towards a higher level of the way of the gods, and have no intention of intervening in the affairs of mortals. Since you are the only one among the Trojans who cares about the fate of this country and nation, then I will grant you this authority to let you look after the future of Rome."
Being valued so highly and receiving the authority from her own Lord God, Cassandra's first feeling was not excitement, but fear and uneasiness:
"Sir, there is no need for me to interfere in these matters. Wouldn't it be better if you take charge yourself? I believe that with your wisdom, any difficult problem will be easily solved..."
Lorne raised his hand to interrupt Cassandra's plea and said seriously:
“No life can stay in childhood forever. You will eventually step out of the cradle and no longer need support and embrace.”
"But for thousands of years, we have walked under the protection of you and the gods."
"Then you should work harder to learn to walk on your own! If you expect your parents to solve everything for you, you will never grow up!"
Loen looked at the priestess in front of him seriously and raised his deepest thoughts earnestly.
"Whether it's gods or religion, it can be the enlightenment of mankind, but it should never be the end of mankind!"
The sound was deafening, exploding in Cassandra's mind like a shining thunder, shattering all the panic and confusion.
The priestess raised her eyes as if she sensed something and looked again at the god she served.
From this figure, from this light, Cassandra saw blessings and expectations...
I also saw God’s love and tolerance for people…
He, respects and loves life on earth...
Because of this, this god has never positioned himself and the gods under his command as a nanny who takes care of everything, nor as a king who abuses all living beings.
But a teacher and a shepherd.
Enlightening, guiding, and expecting numerous lives, helping them to walk out of the cradle, break through the cage, step onto a broader path, and open up a better future.
I see.
Is this what you think in your heart as God?
The priestess suddenly realized something, and she held the light-like sprout in her hands and placed it on her chest.
The young sprouts seemed to have found soil to take root, transforming into grapevine-like patterns, imprinted on the skin of Cassandra's chest.
When the ceremony was completed, the priestess made a solemn promise:
"Please rest assured, I will never let you down, and Rome will never let you down!"
"Okay, I'll wait."
Lorne nodded with satisfaction and reached out to pull Cassandra up from the ground.
"Okay, it's getting late, go back and rest. We still have a lot to talk about tomorrow."
"Then you should take a break as well."
Cassandra left her instructions and respectfully exited the door.
As the fluorite lamps in the house went out, the priestess turned and walked towards her bedroom.
However, on the way, doubts arose in her heart.
This man has always regarded wealth as dirt, power as responsibility, and fighting as trouble.
Why did He suddenly change His nature and take the initiative to initiate this war between gods that would inevitably bring countless sacrifices, in pursuit of the so-called "divine cause"?
Obviously, He respects and loves life so much...
The priestess was confused, and the grape vine pattern on her chest flickered slightly in the darkness.
The light was not dazzling, but it was extremely warm, enough to illuminate her way forward.
In a trance, Cassandra seemed to have the answer. A respectful smile appeared on her face. She raised her hand to cover her burning chest and silently said:
My teacher, my master:
May your name be sanctified.
Your kingdom come,
May your will be done on earth,
As if walking in heaven.
May all the darkness in the world,
Nothing can stop the warmth of this light...
(End of this chapter)
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