Create a fantasy paradise starting from Conan

To be honest, I participated in sprinting just to make up for the regret of not participating in sports competitions during my school days.

After all, domestic schools rarely hold sports meets, and only primary schools hold more of them.

The sword and gun competition is Bai Mu's purpose for coming here.

Although there are probably no masters, witnessing different skills can also help us learn from them.

When his rapid breathing gradually calmed down, Nero clenched his fists and wanted to punch him, but forced himself to hold back.

This is only the first battle. No matter what, I can't fight here, otherwise my reputation will be ruined.

"name."

"White curtain."

“How many?”

"There are four events in total. In addition to this one, there are three more: fencing, gunmanship, and equestrian obstacle course."

"Very good, the equestrian competition will be held this afternoon, let's compete then!"

"no problem."

Although the first 400-meter sprint had already ended, the competition rules stipulated that awards would be presented together after all events were completed. Therefore, when the host announced the start of the next 4,000-meter long-distance race, the white curtain teleported to the audience, next to Medea.

"I didn't expect that the ruler here is actually such a beautiful girl, as cute as a toy."

"I'm five years older than you."

"Huh...? Is that so? I can't tell at all. I thought she was about my age."

"Haha...don't say that to my face. Short people often mind when others call them short."

Medea's heart skipped a beat, and she thought to herself:

My height seems to be about the same as hers. Can I grow taller in the future? Probably.

I'm only 14, so I still have a lot of room to grow.

Chapter 274: Beauty is talent, and appearance is justice!

This event, called the Nero Festival, will last for ten days according to the schedule.

Every day, two to three competitions will be held simultaneously.

Bai Mu's first two sprint and equestrian competitions were successfully completed on the first day, and he successfully won the championship.

The two games in which Medea participated ended on the second and fourth days respectively.

Among them, he won the runner-up in the harp competition.

As for the singing competition, due to the small number of contestants and the impact of Nero's Fat Tiger-like singing, his performance was greatly affected and he burst into laughter in the middle of the competition.

In order to avoid embarrassment, I had to give up in a hurry.

Because too many people gave up for the same reason, Nero won the championship of the singing competition.

Nero signed up to participate in the sword competition on the sixth day and the spear competition on the ninth day.

However, due to the large number of top players, he failed to enter the finals and the championship was won by Bai Mu at the same time.

Considering that the conference was about to end, Bai Mu did not leave immediately.

Instead, he and Medea waited for a day, and on the afternoon of the tenth day, he and dozens of other contestants accepted Nero's hospitality.

Only the top three in each category will be invited.

On the high platform of the venue, Nero, wearing sportswear and a crown, stood at the highest point, gave a farewell speech with high spirits, and soon entered the award ceremony.

“…With the joint efforts of everyone, the first Roman Games, led by me personally, have officially concluded.”

"Next, my maids will present medals to you all."

After he finished speaking, as many maids came to the front of the contestants carrying plates with gold, silver and bronze medals, Nero took off his crown, handed it to the maid, walked quickly off the stage, and walked among the contestants.

She took the singing competition gold medal handed to her by the maid, raised it above her head respectfully, and shouted loudly:

"Contestant Nero, I sincerely thank Emperor Nero for the reward. I will strive to win more gold medals in the next tournament."

Medea, who was standing next to Nero, hurriedly covered her mouth to prevent herself from accidentally laughing.

Isn’t this girl so interesting?

He actually rewarded himself.

At this moment, she suddenly noticed that in the audience on one side, there were many people in gorgeous clothes, with disdain and mockery on their faces, as if they were looking at a fool.

Even ordinary people have many complaints about her actions.

He felt that her actions were a loss of the emperor's dignity and prestige, and that she was like a brainless child.

Medea was startled when she could faintly hear the ridicule coming from the audience seats around her, and she felt a little depressed.

At this moment, she inexplicably thought of her father.

What's wrong with enthusiasm and vitality? Does being a king necessarily mean you have to keep a straight face and never smile?

What's wrong with enjoying fun? Does being a king mean I have to abandon all my hobbies?

After receiving the medal, Nero found that the people around him did not do the same as he did, so he walked up the stairs again and returned to the top.

He casually put on the crown and said with a smile:

"Everyone, I understand your feelings very well."

"In the eyes of the world, art is just a minor art form, not worthy of being considered a high-class entertainment. Singing, dancing, running and the like are also considered niche entertainment activities."

"But in my eyes, as long as it's a competition, it's sacred and glorious."

"It takes a lot of courage to break away from worldly expectations, sign up for a competition, and stand in the arena."

"And those who have passed through the layers of competition, defeated one opponent after another, and stood on this high platform, are all Roman warriors."

"So, try to act happy!"

"This is only the first Roman Games. Due to lack of experience, there are still many shortcomings."

"But the next one in five years, and the one after that in ten years, will definitely be even better!"

"At the same time, I can guarantee that anyone who reaches the finals will receive a substantial bonus. I will definitely not let the warriors go hungry."

"Also, I am hereby issuing a call to all the warriors. As long as you are willing, you can serve under me..."

"By the way, there should be thunderous applause here."

Upon hearing this, Medea quickly began to applaud, followed closely by the white curtain.

Many contestants and audiences also realized what was going on and started applauding.

Soon, applause filled the venue.

Seeing this, Nero, who had wanted to take off the crown and return to the contestants to lead the applause, gave up this plan.

He looked around and walked towards Medea and Baimu with a smile.

"You two are both exceptionally talented. Would you be willing to serve in the palace? With your talents, under my guidance, you will surely become famous figures in history."

"How do you know that we are so talented?"

Medea couldn't help but ask.

"Because... both of them are very good-looking. Good-looking people must be more outstanding!"

"... "

Medea was speechless and looked around subconsciously.

Indeed, both he and Mus have fair and delicate skin, are very clean, and look very good.

Others have rough skin, messy hair, and looks that make people unwilling to look directly at them. Some of them even have a faint smell of sweat.

Comparing the two, the gap is indeed extremely obvious.

However, as an emperor, it is not appropriate to say such things openly when recruiting talents, right?

Several people who were originally interested have obviously started to back off.

"You don't choose people based solely on appearance, do you?"

"No...no, appearance is very important."

Nero put one hand on his waist, gently shook his right index finger, and said with a chuckle:

"If someone with both good looks and temperament were to fight an ugly person, everyone would sincerely hope that the beautiful person would win, right?"

"And on the battlefield or in the court, when people see a beautiful woman, they will naturally think that he is very powerful."

"Besides, good looks mean more favor from God, and better luck than an ugly person."

"To be able to maintain his outstanding appearance into adulthood means that his financial resources, knowledge, and insights are all greater than those of the average person."

"After all, most people don't have that kind of money to maintain their appearance."

"You can also tell a person's background from his appearance."

"With good looks, good skin, and a good temperament, such a beauty must be from an aristocratic family, and moreover, a noble family with a good financial background."

"On the contrary, if a farmer's child is born with outstanding appearance, he will become ugly when he grows up if he is often hungry, has to do farm work, and is exposed to the sun and rain."

"At the same time, there are many differences in temperament between educated people and uneducated people, and this is absolutely impossible to fake."

"So, beauty is talent! Appearance is justice!"

"Just from their looks, I... no, I should say, everyone present can tell that you two must be of noble birth and well-off family background. Not to mention being well-read, you must know more than the average person."

"Haven't you noticed? Ever since you stepped onto the platform, the surrounding contestants have been keeping a certain distance from you."

That makes sense!

Medea looked at Nero with a little surprise. She thought Nero just liked beautiful women, but she didn't expect him to think so much.

However, although what she said was not very pleasant to hear, it was indeed very reasonable.

A person's background and education can often be seen from his appearance.

"Thank you for your consideration, but we are just guests traveling to Rome. We have almost seen enough and it is time to move on to the next..."

"Oh...! Are you two wandering bards? In that case, please don't rush off. Please let me hear your stories.

When I was a child, I also dreamed of becoming a wandering poet and traveling to every corner of the world.

Unfortunately, as a member of the royal family, I can't really go too far."

As he spoke, Nero excitedly grabbed Medea's hand and immediately announced the end of the meeting. After handing over all subsequent matters to his female officials, he took Baimu's hand and ran out of the venue.

"Don't panic, I'm not a domineering person and I won't force you to stay."

"But this is the Rome I'm so proud of. I won't allow any guest to just take a quick look and leave with the impression that it's nothing special."

"Next, I will personally entertain you two."

Chapter 275: Nero's Death and Rebirth

Under Nero's hospitality, the two followed in her footsteps, visited all the famous attractions in Rome, and took many photos.

Because Nero kept asking about things in foreign lands, and Medea had not been to many places, Bai Mu could only take out comics and explain some things about the future.

Having said that, the Nero era is not very far from the modern era. In order to prevent the comics from being passed on to future generations, Nero would directly retract the white curtain every time he finished reading a comic.

Compared with the lack of entertainment in this era, comics were the two troubadours' treasures in Nero's eyes, and he once wanted to exchange them for a large amount of gold.

After being rejected, he repeatedly made excuses to delay the two of them leaving.

Before they knew it, they had been in Rome for almost another week.

"Wow... I really want to tie you two up and keep you inside the palace."

At noon, seeing the reluctant expression on Nero's face, Medea couldn't help but step forward and hug her, saying with a smile:

"Life brings together and separates, and there will always be a farewell."

"However, with His Majesty Nero's talent, he will definitely become a Heroic Spirit in the future."