Chapter 475 Rebirth From the Ashes: Past Events (Part 2)
"Emperor? Was that your first time meeting His Majesty?" She became excited, as expected. She didn't know why they would get so excited every time they mentioned that guy.
Vito took care of his armor without looking back, "Yes, it was the first time I met him. Although he said that he had met me once in Damascus before, I don't remember it at all."
Petronilla was interested. She stood up and then sat down again, her eyes full of excitement, "Go on, what was your first meeting like?"
"If you are expecting some earth-shattering and wonderful story, then you are not expecting it. We met on the top of Mount Sinai, that's all." He said as he started, "It's just a barren little hill. Although it is a holy place, there is actually nothing there. It is no different from any other mountain top."
Vito himself really didn't want to recall those things. In fact, he didn't want to recall anything with his guy, but it was obvious that she was very enthusiastic and angry about her bland narration.
"Something must have happened to you?" She muttered, trying to pretend that she was not impatient and angry.
Vito was silent for a moment, recalling a very strange and clear memory. He was like an isolated island in all the chaos, and it was still clear when he recalled it.
"Well, when I first went to Mount Sinai, the locals told me that there was a foreign pagan doing magic on the top of the mountain. They were worried that it would bring bad luck, so they hired me to go and deal with him."
Vito said, "I didn't care about the weird ideas of those farmers at all, but I happened to be in debt at the time and was in urgent need of money. They promised to pay me after expelling the wizard, so I agreed."
She seemed to be very interested in her debt, but she finally put it aside. Compared with the debt, it was obviously more interesting to her to see the emperor.
Vito smiled secretly, wiped his armor and continued, "I went to the mountain to find him. He looked like a charlatan, wearing a tattered robe. I asked him who he was and what he was doing here."
"He told me that he was a wandering scholar who came from a distant place to find something." Vito shook the rag and wet it again, "He is always like this. Asking is the same as not asking."
She sat in her seat and thought for a moment, perhaps thinking about the problem. After a long time, she spoke, "What was his name at the time? Your Excellency, the name of His Majesty the Emperor."
"Name?" Vito hesitated, "How can I remember, he changed too many names, and unlike me, he changed all his names and names, and he would change his appearance every time. It took me a lot of effort to recognize him."
"You don't remember anything at all? A little?" She asked eagerly, and he glanced at her meaningfully with his peripheral vision. After a moment of silence, he continued to polish and scrub.
"Why are you interested in this? A name is not important." He said, "We all have countless names. I can't even remember my earliest name, but this will not affect the world's recognition of me, right?"
"It will not affect the content of the story." He added, followed by a silence of several seconds. She then asked, "No, the protagonist of a story is better to have a real name, his real name, so that readers will not be confused during the long reading and have a confused understanding of different names."
Vito snorted and laughed, and it was the turn of the power claw to clean the part, "Then you will be greatly disappointed. We don't have real names. You can only choose one of the names we use."
She was disappointed, and the disappointment was more than Vito thought, but she soon returned to normal.
"Okay, then what names did he use? The earliest one you can remember?" She continued to ask after changing her mood. Vito felt a little puzzled, but at the same time a little hesitant.
He was silent for a while and didn't speak. In her opinion, he was reminiscing. After a moment, Vito spoke again.
"Cicero, Brutus, Cardea, Peter, son of Quhal, Saint Zancro, and Ogum from Asia Minor." He read out the long list of names at once, "That's all I remember. Ogum is the first one. I don't remember when he told me, but it is the first one, at least I can remember."
Petronilla wrote down those names, but Vito's ears only heard a stroke, and she only wrote down one name.
After she finished writing, she raised her eyes again and put on a gentler smile, "Please continue."
"Okay, where were we just now?" He pondered for a moment, "Ah, yes, Mount Sinai, we met on the top of the mountain, I remember what he was doing at the time, I can't remember the details, but he recognized my identity at a glance, that was the first time I knew the concept of immortality, he told me."
"He said that we were the same people, and then he showed me his power, and I showed me mine. I remember we had a fight, and he said something to provoke me. That day was the first time I really used my power, and it scared the farmers down the mountain."
Vito fell silent again, concentrating on dealing with the inside of the power armor, but Petronilla obviously didn't like this interruption of the story, she asked eagerly.
"Then what? You had a fight, and then what?"
"What else could it be?" He smiled, "We were all in peace, and then I scolded him a few words and left, warning him to get out, and he did it, and I got my bounty."
"That's it?" "That's it." He added flatly. After dealing with the power claws, there was only the last small part of the armor that needed to be polished and repaired.
Pedronela was silent for a moment. She looked at the notebook in her hand. After a while, she came back to her senses and asked, "Is your first meeting unpleasant?"
"Every meeting I had with him was unpleasant. It was always full of arguments, quarrels and fights. I remember I hurt him once, and he broke one of my bones, or two?"
Vito turned his back to her to deal with the last few things, and Pedrónilla nodded, writing in a notebook, and then spoke again, "How many times have you met him? After Mount Sinai."
"Many times, sometimes I come to him and sometimes he comes to me. Most of them deal with problems that ordinary people can't solve."
"What kind of question?" she asked.
"The daemonic invasion, the plague of Nurgle, and the chaos caused by some idiots." He connected the pipe in the belly of the armor and tightened the switch. "We will solve the trouble together, then go our separate ways again, and then continue after a while. Let’s deal with something together and spend thousands of years like this.”
Pedrone thought for a moment, "You don't sound like you hate him very much." "Why?" "If you really hate him, you won't pay attention to him, right? Even if he comes to find you."
He fell silent, then laughed after connecting the tube, "Maybe, he always gives me a lot of reasons that I can't refuse. It's very convincing, and it's hard to refuse him."
"What kind of reason?" she asked, and he threw the oily cloth into the bucket, making a splash. "To protect the people I love or something, to protect human beings from harm."
"I believe you did it, two gods." She said with a smile, but Vito suddenly fell silent. He turned his back to Petronila and remained silent for a long, long time.
She also noticed this strangeness, and then apologized, "Sir, I'm sorry."
"There's nothing to apologize for. It's not your fault." He said and started walking, picking up the bucket and tool box and placing them back on the shelf next to them.
Vito suddenly stopped talking, which made Pedrónila a little nervous and at a loss. She thought about a topic for a while, then suddenly thought of it, and then spoke.
"Your Excellency, I would like to ask a question."
"Say it." He responded simply.
"What do you want? The Emperor wants mankind to become the best and most powerful race in the universe and let us rise, but is this what you want?" she asked, "What is your wish?"
"I just want the small house with the red painted door, the garden, and the pear tree outside the room window." He replied calmly, put the tool box back on the shelf, stood on the shelf and fell silent.
"Let's go, that's it for today, I'm tired." He said and put on a black coat, "I'll bring better news next time, Pedrónila Viva, we'll see you next week today. "
She stood up with some regret and reluctance, bowed to him and said goodbye, "See you next time, Your Excellency."
She left immediately, and the door to the private deck opened and closed. Vito stood in front of the shelf and suddenly felt sleepy. He smelled the smell of sea water in the wind, the smell of baking bread, and the pear tree.
"Sleep, my love, and look for your lost hometown in your dreams. Where will I wait for you." A female voice said in the silence, and her silver hair and crown danced in front of his eyes.
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