Hearing the voice, Novia raised her head and looked at the fifty-year-old man who was limping along the corridor with no windows leading to the outside. "I have met His Majesty." Perhaps out of concern for "God", Emperor Claudius would talk to Novia every few days. Although Novia wanted to convince this man to become a Christian directly, the old fox always avoided the question. Although Novia also thought about using the drop of water obtained from the Atlas Academy to cure Claudius's illness, he thought it was not worth it, so he gave up the idea and gave it to Lucius. After all, Novia himself had promised Lucius that he would cure his bite pain, and Lucius had followed him for a year without asking any questions, so it was reasonable to give him some relief first. At present, Novia is basically preparing to control the Praetorian Guard in charge of the city of Rome and let Christianity led by itself sweep across the whole of Europe. In addition, it also needs to find someone who is responsible for the political leaders on behalf of the Roman emperor... and Novia has already thought of the last candidate and is just waiting for the right time. "No need to bow. I asked God to make you live outside the city. It's my fault." "Your Majesty, this is necessary etiquette and is permitted by God." Novia smiled as usual, but smacked her lips inwardly, "Claudius, you can just say those polite words yourself, do you really think I believe them?" "Hahaha, there's nothing I can do about it." Claudius opened the big, old book that Novia had placed on the table. It looked like a book that recorded many religious thoughts. After flipping through a few pages, he stopped and said, "But every time I come here, I see you reading a book about faith, Novia."
"This is necessary for us. By the way, could Your Majesty please forgive me for one thing?" "Oh? What is it?" "The rain a few days ago caused the nearby river to overflow, and the bridge leading to the harbor became impassable..." "There's enough food stored here to last through the winter. You shouldn't have any problems on your own." Claude asked this purely out of doubt, and Novia gave him an apologetic smile. "No, it's not a matter of food. A traveler who accidentally came here because he couldn't cross the bridge asked me for help. I asked if I could allow him to stay here until the rain stopped. I didn't want to leave the lost people without a place to stay, so I agreed. But this is a place that Your Majesty has given me alone." "You don't need my consent at all!" Claudius stood up from his seat and patted Novia's shoulder righteously. "You did a great job. Anyone in my empire must strongly support this kind of thing." "I am deeply grateful for your recognition, Your Majesty." The reason why Novia did all this and said this to Emperor Claudius was to make Claudius' subconscious mind believe as much as possible that the actions of the Christianity he promoted were reasonable. In this way, it would be natural for Christianity to shelter the homeless and care for neighbors infected with diseases regardless of their identity or religious beliefs within the empire. "His Majesty." Someone else's voice was heard outside the house. It should be the person in charge of the travel management and security of Emperor Claudius. "What's the matter?" "This is an urgent matter. Please allow me to inform His Majesty in person." "come in." Originally, Novia wanted to make room, but Claudius shook his head silently, indicating that it was okay for him to stay. Soon, the man in charge of security came in and whispered something in Emperor Claudius' ear without hesitation. "...Your Majesty, please make a decision soon." After listening to the report, Emperor Claudius I's eyes flashed with anger. Novia seemed to have noticed something from this change. "Everyone, follow me and return to Rome immediately!"
It had been a cloudy sky with a mixture of darkness and white clouds since the morning. As the sun set, raindrops hit the ground and thunder roared. The weather was getting so bad that even the window frames were shaking. This was the palace event that Novia had been waiting for. Queen Messalina held her wedding with her lover. 015: Please commit suicide for your children There is a saying that “all roads lead to Rome”. In this saying, the place “Rome” symbolizes all good things in the eyes of everyone. Of course, this sentence also gives people hope and expectations through "Rome". In many ancient histories, people can only think of their own great civilization, but they don't know the unbearable things hidden behind these seemingly great civilizations. Since the Second Punic War, Rome has gained enormous wealth, and slaves and food have been continuously supplied to the empire through the Mediterranean. Corruption and promiscuity are often inseparable, and corruption is inseparable from wealth. Moreover, the aristocratic customs and moral concepts of the ancient Roman Empire were such that adultery among noble women was rampant, and there was no such thing as unforgivable adultery in marriage. During the period of the first three giants, Caesar had slept with the wives of the other two, and the two knew about it and did not stop the brothers from drinking. Even one's own sister or mother can still become one's woman. This also leads to the fact that the concept of human relations in this country, both at home and abroad, is not very strong. Novia knew this very well, and the most important reason why Emperor Claudius I was furious was not because Queen Messalina was getting married to her lover, but because he was afraid that his own position would be jeopardized. This man, who became emperor at the age of fifty, did not have any prepared talents for his ruling team, so he made use of freed slaves from his family to serve as secretaries. Over time, the power of these people expanded rapidly during his reign. The same thing happened to Queen Messalina, and as time passed until 48 AD, she asked Claudius to kill most of these secretaries. According to the information Claudius had, many senators, senior officials and military officers attended the wedding of Queen Messalina and her lover. Claudius knew very well how he got the throne, so he was extremely worried about this move. In other words, if Messalina had not invited so many people, Claudius might not have been so angry. However, at this moment, the emperor's long-lost anger has been conveyed through the magicians in Rome. "Bruce, I appoint you as the new commander of the Guards. Lead the Guards into Rome as soon as possible." Claudius sat in the carriage on the way back to Rome and wondered whether Messalina should be treated as a public crime or as a family matter. Because Novia was sitting in Claudius' carriage, she could see that Claudius seemed quite hesitant. Perhaps it was because the young daughter and son wrote the letter according to their mother's instructions, begging their father to spare their mother's life and at least give Messalina a chance to defend herself. Although he had only known Claudius for a short time, Novia knew this man quite well, because in the first fifty years of his life, he had never been taken seriously by others, and therefore did not understand what it meant to be treated with awe. In other words, the word awe did not exist in his mind at all, which was why he had only cared about the benefits that faith in Roman gods and Christianity could bring. The wind hit the window, the cold wind howled, making a fierce sound. Claude's attention was involuntarily drawn to it. He put the letter on the table for the moment and sighed. "Novia, I beg you to ask that unfortunate woman to come to the palace tomorrow morning and explain it to me." "Yes." Novia knew that when Claudius called Messalina an "unfortunate woman", it seemed that he wanted to let her go. This is not an ideal development for Novia, but it is acceptable. Because by going to deliver the message, I will give the queen a friendly "respect".
It was raining outside, and the wind was biting cold. The sky, the house, and the group of people were all shrouded in a gloomy gray. Novia held up an umbrella that symbolized Claudius, listened to the crackling sound of rain, and watched the white breath exhaled from his mouth, as he headed towards the lover's garden where the queen was. In the night of Rome, the magnificent courtyard is filled with gorgeous paintings, magical lights and Greek-style statues. It can be said that there is breathtaking luxury everywhere. Almost no one dared to stop Novia, who came on behalf of Claudius, and he soon arrived at the owner's room of the garden. "My Lord, please spare me, please let me explain to His Majesty, I am not——" The queen's lover was a senator and had even been elected consul for the following year, but his plea for mercy did not cause Novia to hesitate at all, and he beheaded him with a single sword. "Which Novia are you? Forget it, take me to see Claudius. This is just an accident. I am his wife, and our child is the future master of the empire—" However, Novia fiddled with the sword in her hand with her fingers and spoke calmly to Queen Messalina, who was still fearless. "Please Valeria Messalina, commit suicide for the future of your children, Octavia and Britannicus." The silver-haired boy's tone was almost as if he was saying that this was the only thing that mattered to Messalina at the moment. "This is..." Messalina's face turned pale instantly after hearing this, and then she took the sword from Novia's hand tremblingly, "Claudius...what does he mean?" Novia nodded noncommittally. "Octavia and Britannicus... my children...." Messalina closed her eyes tightly, her lips kept moving, her steps were unsteady, and finally she burst into tears, but she still couldn't stab the sword into her chest. If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place? Novia thought. This 23-year-old queen was extremely unpopular. She had forced her rival to commit suicide in order to snatch a famous actor as her lover. She also forced a Roman consul to death in order to get a garden in his hand that was known as the most beautiful in Rome. Also, she would sneak out of the palace every night and run to the red-light district under the audience seats in the Colosseum, using the alias "Lisiska" to work the night shift to pick up customers. "It's almost time for the show to end." Novia grabbed the sword, and the next second, he stabbed it deep into Messalina's chest, killing her with one blow. Then, the silver-haired boy pulled out the bloody sword and threw it on the ground beside him. After walking out of the door, he said to the people in the courtyard: Valeria Messalina knew that she had committed a grave sin and was too ashamed to face the people of the empire again, so she went to ask God for forgiveness. Subsequently, Messalina's statue was removed and destroyed without notice by people who were dissatisfied with her, and after the cremation without the participation of her family, Messalina's ashes were not buried in the "Emperor's Temple". When Claudius learned of his wife's suicide, he did not doubt it and seemed to lose all his emotions, including sadness and anger. He no longer had the energy to take care of his young children who had lost their mother. His wife had done something wrong to him, so this sixty-year-old man could only devote all his energy to government affairs. "Ahem, little Novia, you told me before that Seneca is a rare talent, right? I agreed and allowed him to come back from Corsica." In the Roman palace full of flowers, the vast land is endless. An old man with many vicissitudes of life holds Novia's hand tightly. This is probably what people will be like when they grow old and lose their spiritual sustenance. "Your Majesty is wise and I wish you good health under the protection of God." The silver-haired boy's tone was calm, and his deep blue eyes, no matter what time it was, were always as tranquil as the sea water in deep winter, as if he was looking up from the deep seabed. "Also, Octavia and Britannicus, please teach them and put them on the right path..." "Yes."
016: That will burn everything, the young evil star Seneca, who had just returned from exile, was finishing up his mission for the day, walking through the grand Roman palace of white marble palaces and fluttering red banners. “Rome looks different in the sun, doesn’t it?” Hearing this, Seneca turned around and bowed respectfully. A silver-haired boy in a simple white robe was sitting on a large protruding rock behind him, basking in the beauty of the warm afternoon, his skin turning rosy under the sun. "Greetings, Lord Novia." "Seneca, how are your two highnesses doing in their studies?" "outstanding." "Thanks a lot." Novia nodded with satisfaction and sat on a chair beside her, and Seneca followed suit. "His Highness Britannicus is only 7 years old, and His Highness Octavia is only 9 years old. They are both young, so you should take good care of their studies." Seneca nodded silently. He was already fifty years old and had been surprised ever since he saw the young man in front of him... or perhaps he was in admiration. At the age of fifteen, he gained the trust of Emperor Claudius and was in charge of the Secretariat, which was responsible for internal affairs, foreign affairs, and military affairs; the Financial Department, which was responsible for managing finances; and the Judicial Department, which was responsible for handling legal affairs. Emperor Claudius not only supervised these three departments personally, but also asked for their opinions from time to time. If a provincial noble wanted to enter the Senate and become a high-ranking official, the emperor would also ask for his thoughts. He is literally second to none, and the Christian sect he himself is promoting is growing rapidly. Moreover, unlike several previous secretaries, he had no corruption and no money-making ability. All of these made Seneca admire him. Of course, it was also because of Novia that he ended his exile, which naturally labeled him as a member of the Novia faction. What's more, Seneca himself was a Christian, but he was a believer of the original Christian doctrine. Seneca, a senior official who served three dynasties, was subject to suspicion because of his talent. If it were not for various accidents, he would have been executed long ago. During the Claudius period, he was ruthlessly exiled to Corsica for seven years. At first, Seneca was very surprised that Novia wanted him to teach Octavia and Britannicus. After all, if nothing unexpected happened, the next emperor would be Britannicus. Novia actually gave him the honor and power of being the emperor's teacher... However, although Novia handed over education to Seneca, he would actually teach the two of them his own innovative Christian doctrines every day. "You are right, sir." The old man and the young took a sip of the water on the table, and then took a second sip. The sound of the breeze rang softly in my ears. Why did Lord Novia come to see me specifically? Seneca thought vaguely as he took the third sip. "I heard that Agrippina came to see you today." The boy didn't look up, but spoke with a smile while drinking the water. Upon hearing this, the old man, his confused eyes still blinking but not fully open, suddenly sat up from his chair. "No, no, no, sir, please don't misunderstand me. That woman only wanted me to be her child's teacher. I didn't agree to it—" "It's okay, I'm just asking." Novia reached out and patted the old man's shoulder and said, "Her child? What do you think it is like?"
Agrippina's child was Nero, who ascended to the throne of Rome six years later according to historical developments. According to Novia's memory, Type-Moon's Seneca was forced to commit suicide by Nero. Before his death, he said this to his apprentice Nero: The little gem that was shining spiritually has now turned into an evil star. The disaster that poured down is like a meteor that turned into a flame that burned everything. I, who discovered your talent, also have a responsibility. Perhaps out of some concerns, Seneca now told Novia that Agrippina's children were not as talented as Octavia and Britannicus.