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Looking at Aetius with a serious face and the emperor with tears on his face, Nero couldn't help but clench his fists.

This idiot is actually also the Roman emperor.

boom!

I punched him on the head and said angrily amid his crying:

"Listen up to me, you idiot junior!"

"I am Nero Claudius, the fifth emperor of the Roman Empire..."

"Although I and you may not have any blood relationship, but since you are the Roman emperor, then stand up!"

"Ancestor? Wow wow wow... Are you here to steal my throne?" Valentinian III burst into tears again because he was too scared.

Nero felt so disgusted by this situation that he couldn't help but punch him again.

"Idiot! Don't cry. I'm just a passer-by in this era. I'll be gone in a few days."

"Damn it! If I weren't worried about the Roman people and Rome's reputation being completely destroyed by you, I wouldn't bother to meddle in your affairs."

"My players have already captured Attila..."

"Really? Kill her! Kill her now!" Valentinian III shouted hurriedly.

"Shut up! The Hun elders proposed that if Attila is released, the Huns can return all the territories, people, and property of the Western Roman Empire, and will not attack the Western Roman Empire for ten years. What do you think?"

"No problem! I agree! I agree!!"

Seeing this, Aetius was speechless and couldn't help but interrupt:

"Your Majesty, let me be in charge of the negotiations."

"Oh...Okay, I'll leave it all to you, Lord Protector."

With a monarch without any opinions of his own and ministers holding all the power, Nero felt that Rome was doomed.

Damn it! My Rome, why are all the later monarchs stupid?

Where are the wise rulers? Where have all the smart people gone?

Because both sides had their concerns, the negotiations progressed quickly and produced results.

In addition to returning their territory, people, and property, the Huns also had to sign a 100-year offensive and defensive alliance with the Western Roman Empire...

After both parties drafted the covenant and many elders signed it simultaneously, as well as someone signing on Attila's behalf, Baimu also released Attila and fed her a bottle of panacea.

After recovering from his injuries, Attila returned to his usual calmness and stood beside the elder without saying a word.

Such a scene filled Nero and Medea with curiosity.

Is this girl really the King of the Huns? Why does it seem like she's just some idiot stranded in a foreign land, tricked by the Huns into being their thug?

"Are you really the King of the Huns? After all, do you know what a king is?"

"I am the King of the Huns, the embodiment of destruction, born to fight."

"This is just a warrior, right? A king isn't like that. A king should be able to do whatever he wants."

Valentinian III nodded repeatedly and agreed:

"Yes, our ancestors were right! The emperor should do whatever he wants."

Nero felt that his own ideas were impure because he was actually accepted by such a fool.

"So is there anything you want to do?"

"I am the king of the Huns. My only mission is to fight. As long as I can breathe, I must continue to fight. This is what the elders say."

Nero subconsciously looked at the Hun elders and found that they were all looking around guiltily, pretending to look elsewhere, and he instantly understood.

It was obvious that a bunch of scammers took advantage of the girl's innocence and strong fighting ability.

Chapter 278: No matter how strong a warrior is, he cannot withstand a light sword

Although the two sides had already reached peace talks, in order to prevent the Huns from breaking the agreement and out of Attila's curiosity, Nero pulled the white curtain and stayed in Ravenna with Medea.

After dinner, when no one was paying attention, Nero took the two of them and sneaked into the tent of the Hun elders quietly.

"I wonder what the three adults want to see me about?"

The Hun elder suppressed his panic and asked cautiously.

"I'm very curious about Attila and want to learn about her background. Player, bring out a truth sticker."

"it is good."

Baimu made a truth sticker on the spot and stuck it directly on the Hun elder.

Nero smiled slightly and then spoke:

"Well, tell me about Attila's origins."

"We dug her up in the desert. She was inside a strange crystal. After we revived her, we discovered she had no memories and no common sense, but she was incredibly strong."

Seeing that he could no longer conceal the truth, the Hun elder suppressed his fear and began to tell the story:

"Whether it's rock or steel, she can crush it with one hand. Her strength is ridiculous."

"At that time, everyone had the same idea: if she underwent combat training, she would definitely become the strongest warrior and lead everyone to repel powerful enemies."

“At the beginning, everyone thought so.”

"But no one expected that her strength was far beyond imagination. She was invincible throughout her journey. No one could withstand a single blow from her sword."

"No matter how strong a warrior is, he will appear weak in front of her."

"Unconsciously, we have come this far together. The Huns have grown from a small tribe of a few thousand people to a vast empire commanding tens of millions of people."

Stickers that force people to speak the truth, Roman emperors from hundreds of years ago, things in the future...

Thinking of this, the worry about Attila overwhelmed the fear and shame in his heart, and the Hun elder couldn't help asking:

"What you said before, that Attila will die next year, is it true or not?"

"Of course it's true, and I am the proof."

Nero sighed softly and then explained it briefly again.

"This era, like the era I live in, is in the past tense, and the present time point is still in the distant future."

"Since it is the past, it cannot be changed."

"Even if Attila is healthy, if he survives past his death date, he will be met with the malice of the world itself..."

"For example, if I knew the time of my own death when I ascended the throne, would the outcome have changed? No."

"Because everything is already predetermined. No matter how tortuous the process is, the result will never change."

Is the future predetermined?

This kind of talk is really hard to believe.

Moreover, Nero, the fifth emperor of Rome, should have been an older young man who died at the age of 31, which is about the same age as Valentinian III.

But the person in front of him was a beautiful girl of about 21 or 22 years old, who looked strange no matter how he looked at her.

Of course, if you really think about it, it's not impossible to explain.

Just like their own king Attila, because of his terrifying strength and poor social skills, he rarely sees people. According to outside rumors, he is a violent man.

Two years ago, Princess Honoria, the sister of Valentinian III, sent a letter proposing to Attila.

For the sake of his own interests, he made the promise on behalf of Attila and asked the Western Roman Empire to hand over half of its territory as a dowry. This was also the pretext for his army to come.

Therefore, in later historical records, our king must be a male.

Thinking of this, the Hun elder looked at Nero doubtfully, then asked:

"Do you know the true identity of my king?"

Nero subconsciously looked at the white screen.

Is it the 'brain body' of the wandering star pioneer Sefalu who destroyed human civilization 14,000 years ago, or is it the part left behind by the civilization destroyer?

If you really say that, no one will believe it, right?

Bai Mu pondered for two seconds and then spoke slowly:

"She's just an ordinary girl with no memories and no home."

"I just knew it."

Nero curled his lips and turned his gaze to the Hun elder, only to find that he had calmly looked away, his face full of guilt.

"Adopting an orphan is certainly a kind act, but you've turned him into a warrior who knows only combat, nothing more than swinging a sword. Don't you think your actions are excessive?"

“This…haha…”

The Hun elder couldn't help but laugh dryly.

It's really excessive.

After all, her fighting power was too strong, and everyone was blinded by it.

"Actually, I've also thought that if Attila had been adopted by another civilization, perhaps his experience would have been different."

"Become a learned scholar, a well-traveled businessman, or marry and have children like an ordinary woman."

"But we Huns didn't have that luxury back then. We were just a small tribe, and we had to fight tooth and nail just to survive."

"Everyone in the tribe, regardless of gender, age or status, must pick up a sword and learn how to fight from the earliest time they can remember."

"It is an honor for us Huns to meet Attila. She has brought us to a height that does not belong to us."

"Perhaps, this is what is called fate."

After listening to the story of the Hun elder, Nero became more curious about Attila.

After leaving the elder's tent, he and Bai Mu strolled in the wilderness outside Ravenna.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar night sky above his head, Nero was filled with emotion.

"Even though hundreds of years have passed, the night is still as beautiful as it was back then."

"Well... snow will melt, dreams will awaken, but only the sun, moon and faith remain eternal."

Bai Mu smiled, looked around, and noticed Attila walking with his hands behind his back in the distance under the night sky. He suggested:

"Want to drink together?"

"it is good."

Attila walked over slowly and spoke immediately:

"Attila, that's my name, what's yours?"

"White curtain."

"My name is Medea, please give me your guidance."

"My name is Nero. Speaking of which, isn't your name Attila? Is it your accent? You don't sound like you can't tell the difference between the two pronunciations."

Attila did not explain, but just glanced at her and sat down on the chair that appeared on the white curtain.

Nero's intuition told him that she disliked him.

I was full of doubts and didn't understand why.

Bai Mu spread a gourmet tablecloth on the table, created some special delicacies by shouting, and took out a bunch of specialty wines from different worlds from the storage space.

"Hmm...Today's supper is very rich. I guess I need to exercise for a while to avoid indigestion."

Nero simply reached out, picked up a piece of comic meat with bones, and began to eat it excitedly.

After a mouthful of meat and a sip of wine, he felt his hands were not enough and could not help but shout:

"Medea, we don't have enough hands. Quickly summon two Dragon Fang soldiers."

"it is good…"

Medea responded speechlessly, took out the dragon tooth, chanted a spell, and created two dragon tooth soldiers.

At Nero's instruction, two dragon tooth soldiers held different fruits and stopped at her mouth.

A bite of fruit, a bite of meat, and then a sip of wine.