Chapter 747: Roman She-Wolf, Cleopatra

At dusk, the sound is silent, and the food smells good.

In the hall, under the lamp, they sit opposite each other.

They look at each other without saying a word.

"After so many years, you haven't changed your bad habits at all."

They were silent for a long time, but Olpersong finally lost his temper and said the first sentence.

The immortal was sitting in his chair with a haggard look on his face, but his face had aged ten years for no reason. The fine wine that he had held tightly in his hand could not be opened or not opened, and could only accompany the table full of delicacies to cool down little by little.

But Olpersong no longer had the energy to take care of these things. He even forgot to turn off the TV on the wall, and let the room echo with the noisy sound of a series of advertisements: the immortal was frowning and staring at the figure sitting across from him.

The thin, slender, wheat-colored skin contrasted with the brilliance of the chandelier above her head, which was just the softness that a 12- or 13-year-old girl should have. The black hip-length hair had obviously undergone long-term maintenance and frequent trimming, which was the grace that only the daughter of an official could show: she had obviously been well taken care of in the past period of time.

But what really made Orpesson feel familiar and creepy was the pair of eyes that looked like bright copper sheets. They were placed just right under the long eyebrows, and the indifference reflected in them made the immortal's back cold: this was definitely not the emotion that a child would have.

That's right: this was indeed the old friend he had avoided for tens of thousands of years.

There would be no other pair of eyes that were so frightening in the entire galaxy and the world.

And now, the owner of this pair of terrifying pupils was smiling at him: it was an intimate smile that almost only Orpesson could recognize, which belonged to the emperor, but now it was hanging on the skin of such a little girl, which made the immortal feel even more uncomfortable.

He heard the words of the Emperor.

+What? Or? +

+We haven't seen each other for tens of thousands of years. Is your first question so heartless? +

"If you don't want to listen, the door of the room is on your left."

The Eternal was not shaken at all. He didn't even want to show any contempt in front of the Emperor, because he knew that Neos didn't care about this: his [temper] was better than people thought, but his character was also worse than people thought.

"By the way, before you leave, please find my adopted daughter."

He added angrily.

That's right, in this room that was originally full of a warm family atmosphere, but now it can only slowly cool down like a zombie, there are only two figures sitting in it, Orpesson and [Lucy]: Cyrene, who should have been the happiest, has left the door for several minutes.

This was the biggest dissatisfaction of the immortal with this old friend who came uninvited: he saw with his own eyes how this old man used those unpresentable tricks, and with just a few words and hints, he made his precious daughter happily [voluntarily] go out to buy the cake as a dessert after dinner.

As skilled as instinct.

Hearing the name of the place, it was far away from the edge of the next deck: although there was no need to worry about the safety of traveling alone at night on the Aurora, it would take at least forty minutes to go back and forth.

It was enough to do anything.

The immortal was really a little angry.

The emperor's uninvited visit and the still aching touch on his wrist were far less than the moment when Cyrene was controlled, which made Orpesson feel more real anger: the vagueness brought by time was torn apart, and he recalled it so bluntly, what kind of bastard was sitting in front of him.

Unconsciously, he dared to order his daughter here

And even Orpesson himself could not have such a high success rate.

Although Cyrene was not a lazy girl, she did have the randomness of a teenager: when Orpesson was really busy, or when Cyrene was in a very good mood one day, she would happily take the initiative to help her adoptive father.

But at other times, Orpesson needed to say some extra good words, urge repeatedly or simply give some sweet treats.

But it was this trivial daily life that had become a treasure that the immortals had gradually become accustomed to and even cherished over the years: and it was precisely this [old friend] of his who, within less than five minutes of walking into his house, disturbed the warmth that Orpesson had spent decades to cultivate.

Thinking of this, a rebellious emotion that had long been dormant and had not emerged in the hearts of the immortals for hundreds of years came quietly.

Olpersong's eyes quickly roamed between Lucy's ruby-studded collar pin, the ironed white shirt and the tight crimson skirt, thinking about the best way to kick her out of his house.

But before that...

"Tell me first."

A few minutes later, the Eternal finally poured himself a full glass of wine. He shook the wine as calmly as possible and adjusted his voice to an unquestionable and coercive attitude.

"How did you find my daughter?"

+A wonderful encounter. +

The Emperor crossed his hands and leaned back in his chair with confidence.

"..."

Olpersong was recalling which drawer he put the pistol he brought back.

"Tell the truth, Neos."

+This is the truth. +

The Emperor laughed: Hearing his former name from the mouth of an old friend obviously made the Lord of Mankind feel very happy.

+ Because of some... things, I need to place a part of my soul here to prepare for future emergencies: Originally I was just wandering around on the deck, but when I passed through the downtown area, I happened to see your daughter She was holding a religious event there with a group of her senior nuns. +

+She is good at making cakes. +

+ Then, she asked me if I had time to get to know their hunting goddess. +

At this point, the emperor paused.

+ To be honest, Orr, although you were already a believer when we first met, I remember that you didn’t believe in a hunting goddess. Why did your daughter get mixed up with those nuns? Is it your wife’s belief? +

"Cyrene is my adopted daughter."

+Are you not married? +

The Emperor's voice was slightly higher.

"What does this have to do with you?"

+I'm just a little curious. +

The Lord of Mankind picked up his fork, looking very appetitive to the ordinary dishes that Orpeson served.

+After all, it’s not like you were interested in starting a family before. +

The emperor suppressed the flickering in his pupils.

+Where did you adopt her: She looks less than twenty years old. +

"The perfect city."

+The perfect city! +

The emperor raised his head sharply.

+Were you there too? +

"Maintaining law and order on the ground, watching your daughter floating in the air, making up a white lie to the residents of the city that you will never be able to make up in your life, and then picking up Xilan, who was not even ten years old at the time, in the crowd. Ni, I felt that she was very similar to me, and she seemed to be unrelated, so I adopted her.”

+...+

[Lucy]'s slender fingers pressed a hideous scar on the fork.

+Morgan also knows you are there? +

"She doesn't even know now."

For the sake of salary, the Eternal One still defended his sponsor.

"Your daughter probably has no interest in having an army lieutenant colonel under her command."

+That’s it. +

The Emperor nodded, seeming to accept this with great reluctance.

"Why are you asking this?"

+It’s nothing, I just know that I still can’t believe it now. +

＋Would a veteran who disappeared without fun think about starting a family? +

"Look what you said."

Orpeson sneered.

"Isn't a former sheep thief now the emperor of the entire galaxy?"

The Emperor paused for a moment, then put the Grox meat steak into his mouth and pretended to chew it a few times.

+You still don’t like salt. +

"I'm used to it. Why, it doesn't suit the Lord of the Galaxy's noble stomach?"

+ It’s okay, I just want to eat something light these days: my daughter has been cooking too much delicacies from all over the world, and eating them for several months has made her feel a little bored. +

"..."

"I don't think the father-daughter relationship between you two is very good."

+After all, she is quite tiring. +

The Emperor did not deny this statement.

+Although she is indeed a daughter with some ability due to luck, her achievements in these years are not worth bragging about: she just started some business of her own in the Far East, the contents of which you should know better than me. In addition, Occasionally, you can help me with some things and solve the little things that are inconvenient for me to show up for. +

"Little things?"

The Eternal asked rhetorically.

"But I heard that your only daughter has an eye for everything: the Far East is really impressive, even in the entire history of mankind, it is indeed a very good place, you let her do those things A small problem in the mouth of a mortal can be a big event that can affect the galaxy. "

"Among all your sons, this daughter has a better reputation among the people."

+ Just following what others say. +

The emperor shook his head, but Orpeson could see it clearly: the pride on the face of the Lord of Mankind was almost overflowing. It was the happiness that only belonged to the fathers and caregivers. Now the eternal man who is also his father saw it. At this scene, my heart felt inexplicably more sour.

"Okay: everyone knows you are lucky and got a good daughter for no reason."

+Hey, that’s it. +

The emperor waved his hand, but the teenage girl looked as old-fashioned as she was decades old.

+ It is true that he has some small skills, but if a child is disobedient, everything will be in vain. How can he be like your adopted daughter Cyrene, who is well-behaved and sensible. None of my sons can compare with her: Moreover, our little Cyrene has a deep understanding of religion. The attitude also makes me feel very comfortable, and I may be able to express my ambitions in the future. +

"What do we call our little Cyrene?"

+ Is she not my niece? Do you want me to build her a palace in Terra? +

"Forget it, we don't want to have anything to do with your noble royal family."

"and……"

Orpeson narrowed his eyes.

"I'm warning you, Apocalypse."

The Eternal's voice was hoarse.

"Don't involve my daughter in your bullshit plans."

+This is not something I can decide.

The Emperor shook his head, picking victims at random from the table of Forks.

+ Orr, there are no outsiders here. You know everything about me. I have also tried religion, but I have tried several times but it is not considered a success, because every time the result will be out of my control: I am I am also a victim before the power of faith.

"You're a victim of everything."

Orpeson snorted coldly.

"Stop using these words that were stagnant tens of thousands of years ago to show off your pity, Apocalypse."

"I won't be fooled again."

+Fooled? +

Two thin lips pressed tightly against the piece of meat, and then he swallowed it slowly. The emperor picked up the napkin at hand and elegantly wiped away the oily smell from the corners of his mouth.

+You don’t think I forgot, do you? The last time you saw me in this skin, you said you would never let me walk into your house wearing this skin again. +

"Tsk..."

The face of the Eternal One was somewhat distorted.

"I really forgot if you didn't tell me."

Then, he laughed: his sarcastic attitude was clearly undisguised.

"But then again, why did you take out your skin again?"

"What's the reason this time?"

"Want to be the priestess of Ishkar in the Babylonian temple again?"

"Let's start with the ugly words. People's aesthetics nowadays are not like yours."

Please...you...collect_6_9_书_Bar (Six//Nine//Books//Bar)

+How do you know so much? +

"Don't think about it. Your daughter is very strict about the style of the auxiliary army. There are no gray areas on the Dawn Goddess. But those young men who serve with me, if they get the opportunity to go to the planet to change defenses, they will relax There are more ways than you can imagine.”

+...+

"Also, don't change the subject."

The Eternal One bent his neck.

"How do you say: This time there is another Roman city that you need to raise money to build?"

"That's not right. I remember that the Romans liked those who had given birth to boys."

"Didn't the Augustus you transformed into marry someone who had children?"

+You remembered it wrong. +

The Lord of Humanity chewed the cold meal in his mouth without changing his expression.

+I am not Octavian. +

"Isn't it? I remember that you were obviously involved in the history of that period, and played a very important role in it. It seemed that you were called an enemy of Rome or something? I should have seen you in the history books of Cyrene when I was a child. I have remembered this name."

+History book? +

"ah……"

Orpeson gave her a sideways glance.

"When the father who has been running around rarely comes home to see his daughter, he naturally has to test her homework: I am not a scholar, so picking up a textbook and asking her to recite the knowledge points above is already the limit. Some things just come to mind naturally.”

"Well, let me think."

The Immortal rubbed his chin.

"Are you Caesar?"

+ No. +

"Pompey? Cicero? Cato the Younger..."

+ None. +

The Emperor lost patience.

+At that time, I named myself Cleopatra. +

+Also called Cleopatra. +

"..."

This time, it was Olpesson's turn to fall into a long silence.

Damn it.

He actually forgot that the old guy in front of him had grown tired of being a man a long, long time ago: he might have been a woman longer than people imagined.

"I actually have no impression."

+ Of course you have no impression. +

The Emperor smiled triumphantly.

+Because your name was Anthony at the time. +

"..."

Grass!

"Stop fucking mentioning this!"

+ Why not mention it: The love story between Antony and Cleopatra has been circulating for a long time. +

"Fuck you!"

The Immortal gritted his teeth, and his dull fists made the entire table tremble.

"I didn't recognize you at the time!"

+ Then you pretended to be defeated there and committed suicide. To say that I really can't help you, Orr, you finally decided to rise up and try to become the person who changed history: but it's a pity. , at that time I also wanted to change history. +

"As Cleopatra?"

+ I was used to being a king in the Middle East, but I was suddenly curious about what it would be like to unify the world as a queen: until I met you halfway, my goal at that time changed slightly. +

"Then I'm really sorry."

Olpeson turned off the noisy TV behind him with a slight annoyance.

"It interferes with your grand plans and great achievements."

+ It’s not too intrusive. +

The Emperor smiled.

+ Thanks to that Octavian, he insisted on witnessing Cleopatra's death: replacing his name and face was indeed a challenge for me at the time, but overall, I did a pretty good job, I also like the name Rome. +

"..."

He always forgot how perverted this bastard was back then.

"so what?"

Orpeson was unyielding.

"What happened this time: Did you and Erda just want to have some fun?"

That's not right either: he remembered that girl Erda seemed to like people older than her.

+ Erda? +

The Emperor paused for a moment, then threw the fork aside.

"……What's wrong?"

The Immortal felt something was wrong: he flew over and guessed the answer, but then he was frightened by the answer he guessed.

"Don't tell me that even Erda can't stay by your side anymore?"

"Oh my god, Neos..."

"What did you do to her?"

+Don’t think nonsense. +

The Emperor glanced at him.

+ Erda is alive and well, we just had some differences of opinion, and she caused me some trouble, so I excluded her from the plan: she lives on Terra now, you If you miss her, you can go back and see her. +

"Forget it."

Orpeson's figure retreated.

"She and I are just acquaintances, and no one knows that that girl is only thinking about you."

"..."

"Seriously, Neos."

After a moment of silence, Orpeson still couldn't suppress the questions in his heart.

"How did you break up with her?"

"Even Erda would leave you? This is simply unthinkable."

+There is nothing unimaginable. +

"What is there? She would rather give up eternal life than delay your plan. What have you experienced in these years?"

Speaking of this, Orpeson felt like he remembered something again.

It seems that it is not just Erda: many of the same kind who acted with the two of them back then, those immortals who once followed the Emperor: their enthusiasm and admiration for the Lord of Mankind are no worse than Erda in their impression, but in the end, they all Chosen to leave the Emperor.

And when they left, their personalities were very different from what they were at the beginning.

Without exception: it got worse.

It was really strange: in his impression, Erda was not someone who would get into trouble...

+Don't think about it, Orpeson. +

The Emperor clapped his hands, and all thoughts disappeared from the mind of the Eternal, swallowed up by the invisible wind: Orpeson stared at his old friend in front of him in a daze, listening to the unclear words from the Emperor's mouth.

+I'm grateful to you, old friend. +

+If it weren't for you...+

+ Forget it, these things are already a thing of the past to you anyway, you'd better not think about them in this life. +

"What are you talking about, Neos..."

+What I want to say is...+

Suddenly, the emperor changed the topic.

He smiled, and this smile was so terrifying that even Orpeson, who was accustomed to big scenes, felt that his calves were shaking unconsciously, and every cell in his mind was screaming at him.

As expected...

+Or, are you interested in coming back to work for me? +

+The two of us can accomplish many things by working together. +

"No need."

The Immortals didn't even think about it.

"I live quite well here, and..."

+Are you sure? +

"..."

The smile became more and more terrifying.

"...What are you going to do? Neos?"

+No, don't worry. +

The teenage girl showed a smile full of ambiguity and emotion, stood on the chair, grabbed the edge of the table, and leaned forward aggressively: opposite her, a hundred-year-old with a weathered face Veteran Zhan was so frightened that he backed away.

+ I just wanted to make sure. +

+Mr. Orpeson. +

+You don’t want to see your dear daughter Cyrene’s future affected, right? +

"..."

+Oh, that’s right! +

#laughter#

+ And those... pensions you have in your Avalon military savings account? +