Chapter 474 Rebirth From the Ashes: Report, Past World (Part 1) Yuan

Chapter 474: Rebirth from the Fire: Report, the Beginning of the Marshal in the Past World (Part 1)

This was the third time Pedrónila Viva reported to him. He thought she knew him well enough, but she found that she was wrong, she didn't know him well enough.

Like the previous three times, their meeting was held in Vito's private cabin. He believed that it was a place where there was no one around and no one would disturb him, which was perfect for having those "secret" conversations.

Just like the previous three times, he was polishing his suit of armor, while Pedronniera sat behind, describing the new discoveries and developments in recent days to him. He was also a good listener as always, until Pedronniera said He didn't speak until he finished speaking.

"Do you think he is lying?" he asked, and Petronilla nodded, "Yes, Constantine, I think so. I talked to three narrators, but three and They all provide vastly different content.”

She continued to speak, and through recent interactions, Pedronilla already knew that if he didn't do something or add something immediately after finishing speaking, it meant that she could continue talking.

"Paladin of Kevir, Grom of Redania, and Balamo of Soden. All three of them are high-level chroniclers, qualified, and have also talked with Anthony."

"But what he told them was a lie, at least for now."

Pedronilla told him what she had learned. Antony told Paladin that he was from a noble family from Terra, but for Soden's Pallamo, it became that he was from a knight family.

"This is also different from the first time I talked to him. At that time, he said that he came from the Ministry of Government family in the Taiping Star Territory. He was selected by Guilliman for his extraordinary talents and was awarded this important task."

Pedrone herself still remembers her first conversation with Antony. He was a rather annoying guy, arrogant and arrogant. He kept talking about Guilliman and Terra, as if he was afraid that she would not know his identity. of.

"You suspect that he is a spy." He suddenly spoke while polishing his armor. This moment made Petronila a little off guard, but she quickly regained her composure.

"No, Constantine, I'm not sure yet, but I believe he is indeed hiding something." "And your task is to find out what is hidden."

There seemed to be a reproach in his tone, which annoyed Pedranilla, but she did not show it.

"If you allow assassins or inquisitors to assist me, I think I will find out." She protested, but Vito didn't even turn around, "And you also know why I came to you, right? Why? I don't leave this task to assassins, or to inquisitors."

His rhetorical question made Petronilla choke on the words she blurted out. She knew that when he first sought information for Vito, he had thought about why he would come to him instead of other more professional people.

She wanted to ask him at first, but she soon knew that this would not lead to anything. He would not tell her the answer. At best, what she would get would be insinuations or naked sarcasm.

But it didn't take long for her to figure it out for herself, one evening at dinner, eating vegetables from the same agricultural world and drinking wine that might have been produced on the same estate, and then she understood .

He asked himself to investigate the situation in order to clear up the relationship and let the preacher, who also belonged to Guilliman, investigate another subject. In this way, even if he was exposed, it could only be interpreted as a right within the Guilliman Group. Dissension, rather than the Grand Marshal's intention.

"You should find more information, more precise information." He continued, but after a moment he noticed his harshness and changed his tone to a gentler tone, "But you did bring back useful information. Well done. ”

His words did not make him feel any comfort, but Pedronilla chose to hide it. He might also know, but he also chose to change the topic.

"Now it's my turn. Where did we leave last time? Are we finished?" he asked.

"That's it, Constantine, you told me about the Randan War during the Great Crusade, as well as Morvia, and the Battle of Daros." She said with a faint smile, "They are all wonderful stories, but I want to hear something different this time.”

"What do you want to hear?" He asked without stopping what he was doing and without looking back.

"I want to know your past, Constantine, a long time ago, starting from the time you were born." Pedronilla said carefully. This plan had been swirling in her heart for several days, and now she finally Speak up.

Vito was silent for a while. He didn't speak for a while, which made Petronilla a little nervous, but finally he spoke, "Very well, I promised you that I will tell you any story, and I will not break my promise."

"But that's a boring story, are you sure you want to hear it?" he asked, and she smiled, "Constantine, there are no boring stories, only bad tellers, but don't worry, I will polish it later of."

He smiled back, ignoring the underlying complaint in her words, and continued scrubbing his armored arms.

"Besides, I already know about the war victories you have achieved, but I don't know the origin of these victories."

"Is this important?"

"Of course! Such heroic epics are full of loopholes. Anyone with a little bachelor's degree can easily find loopholes and poke them. It requires the growth and experience of the hero as seasoning, so that a good dish can be cooked." she protested.

But Vito stopped and glanced at her with his peripheral vision. The look in his eyes made Pezzolana instantly nervous: "I am not a dish, Pezzolana Viva. Even if I am, it is your turn to cook." , don’t make the mistake of thinking that you can say such arrogant things to me just because of my kindness.”

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I take back what I said." She said respectfully, and he said nothing more and continued with what he was doing.

He polished the relief on the armor, and after a few seconds of silence that made Petronilla nervous, he spoke, "I was born in the Greek area of ​​ancient Terra, around 600 BC, if I remember correctly."

"But I was born further north. I don't know what that place is called or where it is. When my parents fled there, I was just flesh and blood in my mother's belly, so I don't remember anything."

He said, seemingly trying hard to recall, "My memory really belongs to Crete, although I don't remember much. I only remember a sea, a mountain, and my home."

"What's that like?" Petronilla asked longingly, imagining it in her mind.

"I remember it was a house with a red painted door and a garden full of flowers. You can see a pear tree from my room." He said, changing the polishing position of the armor to the side.

"You said, what did your parents escape from and then went to Crete? Do you know what it was?" Petronila continued to ask, waiting for his answer.

He quickly answered, "No, I don't know. Father never mentioned it. He only said that we have escaped far enough, so far that the enemy can no longer find us."

He sighed softly and paused his polishing hand, "I can't even remember what he looked like. His name. I remember my mother's name was Melissa. If I remember correctly, she had red hair. , and father. No, I don’t remember it at all.”

She did not disturb him, but listened quietly.

“I had a happy childhood on the island of Crete, although I have no memory of the children I played with or where we went.”

"Don't you remember any of them? Your Excellency."

He was silent for a moment, "No, there is a girl, I can't remember her name, but in my impression she has light golden hair, like molten gold."

He fell silent again for a long time, just polishing his armor, and finally spoke again after a long time, "I don't have much impression of that place."

"Did you leave somewhere? When?" she asked again, knowing she had to follow him or he would hear it in his memory.

"I can't remember clearly, but it shouldn't be much. It was one evening. I still remember it. I came home and found that the enemies my father had promised not to see were chasing me. My father fought with them to protect my mother. Several of those guys died. , but my father eventually fell into a pool of blood."

"My mother died in front of me. They slit her throat and blocked my face."

"I'm sorry if this brings back any bad memories for you."

"No, you don't have to apologize. They all died after that, and besides, I already remembered it." He said it calmly, but Pedroneela could still see the clenched fingers.

"Did you kill them?"

"Some of them, I still remember their faces. One of them, the first person I killed, was a pale-skinned man with a big beard. I slit his throat and then killed him with my power. There were quite a few left, and that was the first time I realized who I was.”

He wiped the long sword as if he was holding it at that time, "There were not many of them left, and then I fainted. Uncle Bunyan, ah, he was not my uncle, but my father's business partner who found me." , killed the remaining few and took me away."

"In the following days, I followed Uncle Bunyan. For my safety, he took me away from Crete and began to wander around, doing business and trading."

"I believe it was a happy time." Pedronila said with a smile, and he also smiled, "It was indeed a good time. We went to many places, the grasslands of Crimea, the mountains of Asia Minor, And the fiery deserts as far away as the Cape of Hercules."

He continued to laugh and reminisce about the good old days.

"Have you been with him all this time? Bunyan?" She once again led Vito back from his memory.

He shook his head and wiped the cold sword on his lap, "No, Bunyan later died of an illness in Alexandria, although it was not called this name at that time, God knows what it was called."

As he wiped it, he continued, "I buried Bunyan and then left alone. I was about fifteen? Or thirteen? Damn it, I don't remember."

"What happened to you after that?"

"Oh, that's a lot. I participated in the Persian Wars, cooperated with the Spartans at Thermopylae, cooperated with the Greeks against the Persians, and later joined Alexander the Great in expeditions to ends I never imagined. That’s when you realize how big the world is.”

He recalled and paused his hand for a moment, "Can you imagine? Miss Petronilla, can you imagine the night in Baghdad, the candlelit vaults, the golden sand sea and the tall mountains?"

"I'm working hard." She said this and recorded those words into the memory spiral implant in her brain.

"I started traveling around after Alexander's death. That expedition aroused my curiosity about the world, and I went to many places." He continued what he was doing, but the memories did not stop.

"From the grassland to the desert, from the mountains to the ocean, I met many people, got to know many people, and finally on Mount Moses"

He stopped, and Petronilla looked at him angrily. She didn't like the feeling of interrupting the story, and said with a little complaint, "What? Did you see anything there?"

"Nothing, just a person called the Emperor."