Chapter 473 Rebirth From the Ashes: Promise, Mission and the Right Decision
Silver and iron-colored trays were constantly delivered to the table, and waiters were constantly shuttled through the surrounding restaurants, bringing aged wine, delicacies, and various delicacies that Pedrone had never seen before to the table.
They all wore flattering smiles and kept coming and going, but Vito had an indifferent expression from beginning to end, without smiling or responding, just sitting there like a stone sculpture made of ice, Petronilla wisely did not break the silence. He did not finally speak until the table was filled with delicacies and the waiter lit the last candle and left.
"Are you satisfied with these things?" "Are you talking about Angelom's steak, Silvahis's aged wine, or Batabuvia's fruits, or the previous performance of Drewa?" "Both." "Then yes, I'm very satisfied, in fact very satisfied."
He picked up a glass of wine and swirled the wine in the glass, allowing the aroma of the wine to flow down his nose and into his throat for a taste before putting it into his mouth.
"Very well. In fact, you satisfy me too, Miss Pedronela." "I am honored, Your Excellency Marshal."
"Since you are already my personal speaker, your first obligation is not to call me your lord marshal, or your lord, your lord, or your great god. I hate the last one the most."
"Call my name."
"As you wish, Constantine." After Petronila said this, she noticed the slight change in expression on his face. The micro-expression was fleeting, but it still did not escape Petronila's sight.
He shook the wine glass and stared at the wine in it, as if looking at a piece of art. After a long time, he said, "Constantine? My name is Vito, isn't it?"
"That is indeed a name, but it is not yours. It is just a pseudonym. Like all mysterious immortals, you have changed too many names, and this one is just one of them that has been used slightly longer."
In fact, it is the longest one. Pedronela heard that Vito used to change his name every hundred years in Old Terra to hide from others. The name Vito has been used for more than 10,000 years, which is considered the longest one. One already.
"And the surname Constantine has never changed. Since your birth, when your parents gave you this surname on your name day, you have never changed it. Constantine means, in ancient Russian, sacred."
"Well, you know? You satisfy me even more. Few people know the meaning of this name anymore. Most of them look for the answer from the scriptures of the state religion, and that is the wrong answer."
"Indeed, people nowadays rarely gain enlightenment and knowledge from the past. For example, most people think that your accent is the Roman Latin spoken by His Majesty the Emperor, and regard it as a pure language, but few Someone realizes that your accent has nothing to do with Roman, but a Spanish-Latin accent."
Very good. I saw a hint of surprise on his face. He raised his head and stared at himself silently. After taking a sip of wine, he added, "It seems that I underestimated the scope of your knowledge. Miss Petronilla, you know more than I expected, which proves that you are knowledgeable and capable of taking on great responsibilities."
"Thank you, Constantine. What I know is still limited, so I am eager to get more stories and truths from you." Pedronela picked up a sweet grape and put it into her mouth. After chewing it, juice flowed out from behind her lips.
He looked at the juice on his lips, picked up a grape and played with it in his hand. He put it under the firelight and observed the core reflected in the light. "I can't guarantee the truth or not, but if you want to hear a story , I will tell you everything I know, but everything has chips, and this is the same."
"So, what's the price of the story? Do you need me to exchange it in the way you like?"
Petronilla said, hooking her fingers on the low-cut skirt and pulling it down to one side.
"Why do you think I'm interested in this?"
"What a pity. I have heard many rumors that Constantine is a prostitute and has had affairs with many women over thousands of years. If it weren't for the fact that your extraordinary power cannot be passed on to mortals, I am afraid that your descendants and your fame will be everywhere. The world is over.”
Facing Petronilla's faint smile, Vito also had a smile on his lips. He looked at the grapes rolling between his fingers, "There are always many rumors, some are true and some are false." "Then I will know what those are. Really?" "You will, maybe one day, but not now, now you can satisfy me with something else."
Vito was still playing with the grapes as he spoke. He hadn't eaten anything since just now, and he just kept drinking. So Pedronela didn't eat either. The table full of delicacies was placed in front of them, but they were ignored. .
Pedronniera could see the worried club waiter out of the corner of his eye. He was worried that the food he served would not be in the taste of the marshal. Once the marshal was dissatisfied and angry, he could not bear the consequences. People had heard of the marshal's anger. Nyla calls it "The Wrath of Summer Thunder"
But she also knew that the waiter's worries were unnecessary. She didn't notice any lightning or any anger. He just hadn't finished speaking yet.
His silence lasted for a while, and then he took another sip of wine before speaking, "You can satisfy me with other contributions. Do you know Anthony?"
"That Anthony?" "The Anthony in my meeting, the one from Terra." "Ah, the Anthony sent by Guilliman, yes, I'm afraid everyone knows him, I heard that he displeased you." "You didn't hear the rumor wrong about this."
Vito leaned back in his chair, his obsidian eyes staring at his neck, looking at the star gem hanging on it, "I want you to approach, investigate and report anything you know about Anthony to me, only me, no one else."
"I want you to use your identity as a preacher to interview him, understand him, and get the story and the truth behind it. This is your job, the task I give you."
After he said that, he became quiet, which meant that he was allowed to ask back. Petronilla's fingers stroked the exquisite flower carvings on the armrest. She lowered her head and thought for a moment, then raised her head, "I'm just an ordinary woman. Anthony is in a high position, and I'm afraid he will close the door and shut me out like everyone else."
"You are not an ordinary woman, Petronilla, but it is true that profound knowledge cannot be as conspicuous as titles and identities, and people will look at you differently, but that was in the past, not now."
Vito's face was dancing with fire. He turned the grapes in his hand, and a light green light shone through them. He raised his head and looked at Petronilla and pointed at her, "Now, you are my personal recorder. Druwa and the people here tonight will spread this news. Before the dawn of tomorrow, no one will dare to refuse any of your requests, and they will not refuse."
"Anthony, and anyone else will be happy to communicate with a confidant of mine and a woman who will have a private scandal. They will even flatter you, satisfy you, and use sweet words to make you offer praises for them by my pillow."
Petronilla listened to the future possibilities that should have been comforting and ecstatic, but she saw thorns and smelled blood in it. It was far from as beautiful as he said.
Under the rose flower, there are often the most deadly thorns, some of which are even poisonous.
This is a great honor. In fact, it has surpassed many senior generals. Her words can reach the ears of the emperor. She can meet the marshal directly and send words of praise or malicious slander to the marshal's ears, and the person in the words will usher in misfortune.
Petronilla looked at Vito in silence for a moment, and narrowed her eyes slightly, "What is the price of such a generous gift?"
Everything has a price. Petronilla understood this truth when she was very young. She had seen too many transactions, promises and subsequent betrayals in her father's mansion. She knew that there was nothing free in the world, especially from the mouth of someone of his status.
Vito leaned on the table with both hands. He put down the wine glass, and the other hand was still pinching the grapes, playing with them between his fingertips, but that action suddenly made Petronilla shudder.
"The price is very simple, anyone can do it, loyalty, I want loyalty, absolute loyalty." He turned the grapes, "In your rumors, have you ever heard of people who betrayed me, what was the final result?"
"Some." She replied, and Vito laughed, "Then I believe some of them are true." The grapes suddenly stopped and were crushed by him. The juice flowed between his fingers like blood in the firelight.
He picked up a tablecloth on the table and wiped the juice on his hands. Petronilla looked at the action, like an executioner cleaning a butcher's knife.
"But you don't need to remember those things. Loyal people don't have to worry about bad luck. I will bring them good luck and the glory they desire."
"You will get the stories you want, many of which I have never mentioned to others. You will be remembered in history as the greatest recorder. Your books and biographies will be passed down through the ages, surpassing the sages of all ages."
He loosened the tablecloth as he spoke, and the cloth fell lightly on the table, but Petronilla only noticed the wet marks left on it. He sat at the table with his chin propped up, his eyes slightly narrowed, "You are a smart person, smarter than most people who claim to be bachelors. The reason I say this is not entirely because of the knowledge in your mind."
"It is also because you are bold enough to seize the opportunity when it arises, and you will not let go easily even if it is dangerous." He smiled faintly, Staring at the earrings on her ears, "I can't remember the last time someone dared to ridicule and provoke me in front of me. Do you want to know his ending?"
"No, not really." "Indeed, you don't need to know if you are smarter than him."
He held his fingers in front of him, and the fire reflected on his eyes as dark as the night. "You boldly seized the opportunity. You are also very smart. You know how to judge the situation and make the right choice. The trick you used your coat as bait at the shooting range was very smart, Peter. I think Bell was surprised by it."
"My pleasure, Constantine." Petronilla said without emotion, but she knew that he was the leader of this conversation. She was like a little rabbit when hunting in her childhood, exposed to the hunter's gun. Whether to shoot depended on the hunter's fleeting thoughts.
He smiled, took another grape from the fruit plate, broke the stalk and put it to his mouth, "You will continue to make the right decisions, Petronilla, I believe you will, and I will tell you anything you want to know."
"Anything? Constantine." "Anything, unless you want to ask me how to completely kill me or the Emperor." He smiled provocatively, but Petronilla only felt the chill from it. Although what he said was not threatening at all, the words themselves were dangerous.
She was silent for a while and decided to reply, "You are gods, and gods cannot be killed."
"Of course gods can be killed, and forget it, it doesn't matter." He smiled again and played with the grapes in his hands again, "I will tell you a lot of things. You can record them as your own achievements, or you can use them to trade with other preachers when necessary. I believe they will also be interested. From other different angles, you can know different aspects of the same thing and find the right answer from the mystery."
"Of course, it depends on you. Now you know my conditions, now you can answer." He smiled, and Petronilla raised the glass after a moment of thought. She raised the glass to him, and then drank the wine in the glass, drinking it all up.
Vito smiled. This time he did not crush the Portuguese tart, but threw it directly into his mouth. "Now, let's start tasting the food."