Chapter 475 Rebirth from the Ashes: Past Events (Part 2)

"Emperor? Is that the first time you met His Majesty?" She became excited. As expected, she really didn't know why they were 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 he had met me once in Damascus before, I don't remember it at all."

Pedronela became interested, she stood up, and then sat down again, her eyes full of excitement, "Go on, what was it like when you first met?"

"If you are expecting some earth-shaking wonderful story, then you are here to wait. We met on the top of Mount Sinai, and that's it." He said as he moved his hands, "It's just a barren hill, although it is a holy place.

, but in fact there is nothing, just like any other mountaintop."

Vito 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 enthusiastic and angry at her bland account.

"Something must have happened to you, right?" She muttered, trying hard to pretend that she wasn't impatient or angry.

Vito was silent for a moment, recalling a very strangely clear memory. He was like an island in all the chaos, which is still clearly visible in his memory.

"Well, first I went to Mount Sinai, and the locals told me that there was a foreign pagan practicing 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 a hurry for money. They promised to pay me after expelling the wizard, so I agreed."

She seemed to be very interested in the debt she owed, but in the end she kept it secret. Compared to the debt, she was obviously more interested in the Emperor's appearance.

Vito laughed secretly, wiped his armor and continued, "I went to the mountain and found him. He looked like a charlatan, wearing tattered robes. I asked him who he was and what he was doing here."

"He told me that he was a traveling scholar who came from far away places to find something." Vito said, shaking off the rag and re-wetting it. "He is always like this. Asking questions means not asking.

"

She sat in her seat and thought for a moment, maybe thinking about the problem. After a long time, she said, "What was his name at that time? Your Excellency, the name of His Majesty the Emperor."

"Name?" Vito hesitated, "How do I remember? He changed his name too many times, and unlike me, he changed all his names and looked different every time. I spent a lot of effort

Only then can you recognize him.”

"You don't remember at all? A little bit?" she asked urgently, giving her a meaningful look out of the corner of her eye, and continued polishing and scrubbing after a moment of silence.

"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 it won't affect the world's understanding of me, right?

?”

"It will not affect the content of the story." He added, followed by a few seconds of silence, and then she asked, "No, it is best for the protagonist of a story to have a real name, his real name, so that in the long story

Readers will not get confused when reading and have a confused understanding of different names."

Vito chuckled, and it was the power claw's turn to scrub. "Then you will be disappointed. We don't have real names. You can only choose one of the names we use."

She was disappointed, more disappointed than Vito thought, but she soon returned to normal.

"Okay, so what names did he use? The earliest one you can remember?" She changed her mood and continued to ask. Vito felt a little confused, but at the same time hesitant.

He was silent for a while and didn't speak. It seemed to her that he was reminiscing. After a while, Vito spoke again.

"Cicero, Brutus, Cardia, Peter, son of Cohar, Saint Zancro, and Ogham from Asia Minor." He read out this long list of names at once, "

That’s all I remember, Ogham was the earliest one, I can’t remember exactly when he told me, but he is indeed the earliest, at least the one I can remember.”

Pezzolana wrote down the names, but Vito's ears caught only one stroke, and she remembered only one.

After she finished writing, she raised her eyes again and put on a gentler smile, "Please continue."

"Okay, where did you just say it?" He thought 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 him at a glance.

Out of my identity, that was the first time I knew the concept of the Immortal, and it was he who told me."

"He said we were the same people, and then he showed me his power, and I showed mine. I remember we had a fight, and he said something to offend me. That day was the first time I really

Use my power to scare the farmers down the mountain."

Vito was silent again, concentrating on handling the inside of the power armor, but Petronilla obviously didn't like this interruption of the story, and she asked eagerly.

"Then what? You had a fight, and then what?"

"What else can happen?" He smiled, "We were all fine, and then I scolded him a few times and left, warning him to get out of here, and he did, and I got my bounty.

.”

"That's it?" "That's it." He added plainly. After dealing with the power claws, only the last small part of the armor was left to be polished and repaired.

Pedronela was silent for a moment. She looked at the notebook in her hand and finally came back to her senses. "Your first meeting was unpleasant?"

"Every meeting I had with him was unpleasant. It was always full of arguments, quarrels and fights. I remember one time I even hurt him, 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 are dealing 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 problem together, then go our separate ways again, and then continue after a while.

We went to deal with certain things together, and thousands of years passed 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. They are very convincing and it is difficult 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 Pedronela 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 to move around, picking up the bucket and toolbox 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.

"Sir, I would like to ask a question."

"Say it." He responded simply.

"What do you want? The Emperor wants humanity 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 his 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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