"I can only guarantee about twenty years. And because the soul of the Albion Dragon has completely disappeared, there will be no negative factors such as 'regrets' or 'grudges' left after the undead soul is transformed. I can't guarantee you anything else." Necromancer refers to the combination of necromancy and alchemy by the Atlas Academy. Since the bodies of magicians and fantasy species are still rich in magical power even if their souls disappear, they can create extremely powerful magic costumes. "I understand. Twenty years is indeed the fastest." Novia nodded, thinking that if that was the case, then it was time to implement another plan. "Then, can you please refine the head of the Albion Dragon into a weapon for me? As for the body, there's no need." Although it is impossible to get a loyal dragon species, it is almost the same to use the head to forge weapons. This is what Novia plans to do. You know, the fairy knight Lancelot was born from his left claw, so using the head should not be a problem. As for what it would look like, Novia had already thought about it. He planned to make it look like the gun that Yao Lan had. "Head, head? But this dragon's head is not broken—" The girl said in confusion as she observed Novia. But as she spoke, Novia dug up the dirt on the other side, revealing the head of the Dragon of Albion, which he had found deeper underground.
This Albion dragon sticks out its tongue when it dies... Thinking this way, Shiari inserted the ether thread into the head of the Albion Dragon and began calculating. "I still can't see the memory, but if I only refine the head, it should only take a year." "Then I'll leave it to you, Shiali." "But what weapon do you want? Sword? Gun? Or bow——" "this." When she saw Novia take out the groundbreaking design, even though Shiari, as an alchemist of the Atlas Academy, was already used to all kinds of miscellaneous ideas, she still sincerely felt that the weapon in the design was very cool. "I will refine it according to your design." Xia Li answered briefly, and her body did not hesitate, and began to build the magic workshop here at an astonishing speed. "Starting now? Don't you need to prepare? How about I take you to see the scenery of the British Isles for a few days?" Novia folded her hands and smiled in invitation. "That's not necessary. What you said is meaningless to me. By the way, your design drawings are pretty good. If you want, you should be able to join the Atlas Institute." Shialee said nonchalantly. Then he immediately added. "I just accidentally forgot that you have joined Christianity. Anyway, I will give you what you want in a year." ........... "Already done?" When Novia walked out of the cave, he saw Lucius sitting on the grass and roasting a bonfire, guarding the cave entrance, so he went over. "Yes, it should be possible in a year."
"Only one year? That little girl is so amazing. I thought it would take decades. After all, this dragon is so big." "You misunderstood. What I gave to Shiari was the head of the Albion Dragon." The red bonfire illuminated the barren grassland, and the two people communicated meaninglessly. "Come to think of it, you are only sixteen years old now. It is not easy for you to have done so much. Do you still want to persist?" Lucius said this with some sadness, perhaps because he felt that as an older man, he was powerless to do anything for the young man in front of him. "My name is Novia. Paul and the others raised me, so I have to repay them, right? And no matter how much people cry, they can't change the current situation. If I am the only one who can do it, then I will face it head-on. Even if that is not my intention, even if I will be tested by myself. I will do what I should do." Just like the day they first met, the boy's words contained certain emotions that Lucius could not understand, but Lucius still had no doubt that he felt the sincere wishes in these words. So Lucius grinned again and touched the old scar on his cheek that was as vivid as a cross. "Then do your best, Lord Novia."
022: For people, there is no need to reflect on things After deciding on how to deal with the Dragon of Albion, Novia stayed in Britain for about two months, and in the process properly dealt with those tribes that had first defected to Rome during the Roman expedition to Britain. Since the Roman conquest of Britain, the common strategy of Emperor Claudius and the Senate has been to plunder local wealth through heavy taxes and usury. The tribes that surrendered to Rome relied on Rome's military deterrence and financial assistance and became tribes with relatively good living conditions. Given Novia's current status, his visit could naturally be seen as the intention of Emperor Claudius. The silver-haired boy expressed a certain degree of approval for the independence of these tribes. As long as the debts to Rome could be repaid and the rule of law was followed, this could continue. Moreover, if the situation lasted too long, the policy might be one of appeasement. In fact, this was also Novia's way of avoiding the outbreak of an uprising that would sweep across Britain in the future. One of the tribes that defected to Rome was the Iceni tribe, whose leader was Boudica's husband. According to Novia's memory, this man planned to divide the territory into two before his death, leaving half to his children and the other half to repay Rome's debts. However, this was ignored by the Governor of Britain in the original history. Without asking the emperor for permission, he directly seized all the land and humiliated the family members who went to ask for an explanation. Although there were also reasons such as excessive taxes, this was the direct fuse. Therefore, Novia used this as a guarantee. As the province of Britain was controlled by the Roman emperor, Claudius, who was now quite trusted by him, could naturally choose a trustworthy person to serve as the new governor after Lucius left office. After everything was arranged, Novia returned to Rome. He asked Claudius for permission to go to Britain on the pretext that there might be a possibility of changes in the local Druidism religion in Britain. The sun was floating in the sky near noon. Novia, who had left Domitius to study doctrine in the house after class, sat on a chair outside. Although he knew that the blonde girl's hobbies were music, art, literature and drama, he had to focus on the doctrine he was promoting. Endless grasslands and small flowers are reflected in the azure eyes, and this idyllic scenery blends together like an illustration from a fairy tale. To this day, Novia still lives outside the city of Rome and has repeatedly declined Claudius's offers to arrange a house for her inside Rome. "It will take another ten months for Britain to recover. Then there will be the Senate, Agrippina, Claudius, Jerusalem, Judaism..." What Novia said were the problems he thought would have to be solved in the future. "Come one by one." You know, vastness is the biggest obstacle to rule. Among the forty-five provinces of the ancient Roman Empire, they can be roughly divided into those with governors appointed by the emperor and those with governors appointed by the Senate. The emperor's provinces were mostly strategic border areas or important grain-producing areas, such as Germanic Egypt, and generally had heavy garrisons. The Senate's provinces were mostly wealthy provinces internally, the most important of which were the Greek provinces.
The reason why Octavian, the founder of the Roman Empire, made such arrangements was, simply to use money to buy the Senate's support for the emperor.
At present, the Christianity promoted by Novia is advancing extremely rapidly in the imperial provinces, but in the senatorial provinces, it is slow, except for the areas promoted by himself, Paul and others earlier. In essence, the doctrine promoted by Novia entering the Greek province was his strategy to seize Greece, and Greece was the core interest of the Senate. The Senate would inevitably fight to the end. After all, the upper class of society, who relied on every means to maintain their privileges and huge wealth, would not personally hand over the interests they controlled. In the Roman court, ever since Agrippina became Claudius' secretary, just as Novia had expected, the sixty-year-old man had approached Novia several times to discuss the idea of making her the queen. Although Novia suggested that the old emperor observe for a while, it was obvious that it would happen soon because Agrippina performed very well indeed. As for Emperor Claudius himself, although he always seemed to listen to Novia's advice, he always avoided the issue of the Praetorian Guard and the discussion of establishing Novia's innovative Christianity as the state religion of Rome. Novia naturally understood that the old emperor intended to leave some cards for himself to prevent himself from posing a threat to him after successfully defeating the Senate. After all, with the Royal Guards, the position of emperor was still in his hands. The Praetorian Guards, which could decide the emperor's life and death, and the Senate, which had the power to deny the emperor's appointments, were obstacles to Novia's attempt to establish its own Christianity as the state religion of Rome. As for the Judaism entrenched in Jerusalem, Novia had already figured out how to deal with it. He could ignore the ones in other places, but these guys really executed the Son of God, Jesus, whom they promoted. Although they were guilty of sinning to God in both propaganda and practice, it was obvious that they had already "betrayed" and must be dealt with. After a year, when the weapon made from the head of the Albion Dragon is obtained, Novia plans to find a suitable reason to declare them all heretics, and lead the Roman legions to give these people a new century of "Roman Prisoners". As for whether he would be stigmatized or not, Novia didn't care at all, because as long as he completed all these smoothly, jointly established the Holy Church in advance, and became the first Pope, the believers in later generations would naturally find excuses for themselves, and they could turn black into white. After all, this is also a kind of legal principle. Didn't the Great Saint Empress Wu Zetian in the East do the same thing hundreds of years later? What's more, John, who wrote the New Testament and was one of the twelve apostles, was naturally known to Novia, who was raised by Paul. The silver-haired boy's actions could be regarded as spreading the glory of Christ, so he might even be given another category. "It's been three years." Thinking of this, Novia took a deep breath. It had been about three years since he left the Anatolian province. His memory of the place was a little faint, so he felt a little lonely. It was fine when he was talking with Lucius, but now he missed him more and more when he was alone. Although only fixed labels remain in the memories, there is nothing that can be done about it as human memory will gradually deteriorate. "At present, Agrippina can't do anything evil. On the surface, she is still on her side." Novia took a deep breath, got up and went to the Roman Palace. "I'll take a boat back in a few days to take a look." However, Novia believes that he misses his hometown more than his new life, which is something a man should reflect on. 023: Iron Fist...Old Lady In 500 AD, Antioch was located in the northeast of the Mediterranean Sea, about kilometers north of Jerusalem. In this world, the disciples of Jesus Christ are called Christians, and the original Christian doctrine began here. The breeze blows through the streets, the wasteland, and the sea, and the people living here enjoy a peaceful life. "Is this where you, Mr. Novia, grew up?" Domitius took a bite of the food he made and looked at Novia in front of him. "Correct." Under the high and clear sky, two people walked together. A few days ago, when Novia planned to come back, he found Emperor Claudius and explained the reason, and as expected, he was granted permission. However, the next day on the returning ship, they found that Domitius had also run aboard. Although Novia could have thrown her directly into the sea and let her swim back to the shore, he thought it was unnecessary and it would be fine to take her to some place outside of Rome for a look. After all, this blonde girl would become the Roman emperor in the future and host and participate in the Olympic Games as the emperor. Maybe this is her nature. Three years have passed since he left Antioch. Although this place is only Novia’s hometown in this era, he still felt very emotional when he came back. People’s lives are integrated into the scenery here, and the wind here is the same as always, with a hint of chillness and yet so calm. Because of the magic they used, the people around them didn't even look at the two people who stood out in the crowd. "Teacher, you walked from here to Rome in just one year? You didn't take a car or a boat. You were only fourteen years old at the time."
The blonde girl shook her head slightly. "With Lucius here, it's not so bad. After all, he taught me spearmanship for a while." "Is that so? How about we walk back this time, teacher? I can teach you...singing and stuff. Uh-huh, I'm a genius." "Don't think about playing around. I'll make you take an hour's ride every day when you get home." "Teacher, I was wrong. I won't do it again. Please don't do this." "see your performance." The reason why Novia said this was because after he came into contact with Domitius, he discovered that this 'Nero' actually had an unimaginable symptom that his butt would hurt when he drove. While the two were having a meaningless conversation, they passed through the bustling crowd and finally saw a small white church with its door open. To Domitius, who grew up in Rome, this was undoubtedly extremely dilapidated. Although the several layers of tangled ivy and lush weeds were still cute, the white exterior was cracked everywhere, making her suspect that the church would fall down as soon as the wind blew. But when she thought that this was the place where her teacher grew up, she prayed that she would not be looked down upon by her great master, and she followed Novia up the stairs outside the church with trepidation. "Fart on me!" This sudden roar echoed throughout the small church, shaking it slightly. This made Domitius subconsciously look at Novia beside him, because the voice was undoubtedly the Paul mentioned by Novia. After all, he could be heard to be almost sixty years old. What would the teacher think when the grand master said such rude words? But in her eyes, Novia didn't change at all, he just quickened his pace, probably because he wanted to know what happened. "You Jewish people! Stop talking about the Old Testament! What era is this? I can remember what happened sixteen years ago! Believe it or not, I will find someone to write a new one someday! None of you on this side of the Mediterranean can win an argument with us!" As we got closer, the sounds of conversation inside became clearer, and the old man's dissatisfied tone was blatant and sarcastic. "Sir Paul, what I'm talking about is the decision made by the adults in Jerusalem. It is a great honor for you, who are from our branch of Judaism, to join us." The magician on the other side responded to the old man with a very cold tone. Judaism, as Domitius had heard from Novia, in short, has good things in Judaism, but not much, while in Jerusalem it is all damnable. "roll!" "Sir, do you want to become the Lord's sinner? If Noh is interfering, you and Novia will be nailed to Jerusalem's shame sooner or later. He can go to this point, and you should know without saying more. Only by joining us can you wash away your sins and obtain God's gift." Through the door, Domitius seemed to see the smug look on the speaker's face. The blonde girl couldn't help but grit her teeth at being insulted by someone she respected. "The child I raised is not a disgrace to God. He is someone that a teacher would praise. You don't disbelieve it. To be honest, you don't even believe it." The old man's stubborn tone was full of determination to never give in. "What's wrong? What's wrong with it being this far? It's better than you heartless people living a life of drunkenness and dreams. There is no such thing as spotless. We all absorb dust, but it doesn't stop us from doing better. No one can withstand the nitpicking of others." "I know what you are thinking, but the worst thing you can do is slander me, just like how you treated my teacher, Jesus Christ, for sixteen years." The blonde girl glanced at Novia next to her again. The boy was still the same, with no emotion visible. So Domitius blinked and lowered his voice slightly: "Teacher, how about I take care of it for a while?" "No need, I can clean it myself—" However, just as Novia was about to push open the door, the next moment the door was opened from the inside, and an unconscious magician stripped to the ground with only his pants left was thrown out, accompanied by a somewhat old voice:
"Paul, for this kind of people, just use your fists. If I wasn't old, I would have used my fists. Why are you saying so much..." The purple-haired old woman pushed the door open with a staff that was taller than her. She immediately saw Novia and Domitius who were using magic. "Huh? Are you... Little Novia?" At this moment, Domitius saw the smile on his teacher's face rise to an indescribable degree for the first time, as if he had met his old mother again after a long absence. "It's me, Martha... Big Sister."
