ps1: Five thousand words are given... When I wrote the last paragraph of Caesar and Iliad, I was wondering, if Caesar died in the next plot and the protagonist suddenly became Iliad, then will this book be a masterpiece... Your sister, what Caesar said at the end is completely death flag, bastard... Is it okay for me to complain about what I wrote like this?

————————————————————————————————————————

"Go to your house for dinner tonight... and clean up." This is what Caesar said to Iliad. It is obvious that I can see the surprise in Iliad's eyes. It is indeed the child's temper. Even if he is stubborn, he wants to show his changes to his mother.

Alicefil's home finally had a hint of lively scene, which was really a big surprise for artificial people. Back and forth, they made tea and cut fruits. They were busy and had a hint of the busy beauty that a wife should have. It was already evening, but this did not prevent Alicefil from making a big meal.

A few years have been enough for artificial people like a piece of white paper to learn a lot. Alice Fil hummed a little tune and cooked in the kitchen. Nangong Yue came out of the house with a sense of understanding. Iliad was a good student. He did not give up the slightest opportunity to practice. He still waved wooden sticks in his own courtyard, looking at them with one stone, and striving to pursue perfection. If an ordinary warrior is not good, it is impossible to practice like this. High-intensity training may cause difficult damage to muscles and muscles, but if Nangong Yue, a druid, is taking care of him, the invisible risk will eventually dissipate.

From "child with dreams" who can die under the knife when fighting for streets to "child with dreams" who is willing to admit defeat on his face and "child with dreams" who knows how to carry something," this change took only two or three days. Although it was still too far from Caesar's expectations. But this is clearly a beautiful miracle.

No, this is not a miracle. But Iliad, who is still eager for a dream in his heart, seized the fleeting opportunity. Did his luck lie in meeting Caesar? Probably, but the rapid transformation cannot be attributed to Caesar's teachings, but the rebellious boy named Iliad still retains a certain expectation and persistence in his heart. Or the desire for the current life - a warm family, a gentle mother, a strict father.

"It's so good..." Nangong Yue sighed softly, then realized... she seemed a little redundant.

Nangong Yue went outside the house very well. Caesar came to the kitchen calmly. Alicefil turned around and chuckled, "You have to wait a little while. Don't steal it."

She was indeed smiling happily from the bottom of her heart, perhaps because her son had already shown signs of transformation in just two or three days, or maybe she found that her stagnant life had changed because of the appearance of someone - or both? In short, the gentleness and happiness between her eyebrows were not fake, it made people look very comfortable... and Caesar just wanted to hold her.

He hugged Alice Phil, who was surrounded by an apron from behind. He leaned his head against her shoulder and quietly closed his eyes. Alice Phil was stunned for a moment, and then gently held Caesar's hand around her waist. For a moment, only a quiet breath echoed in the kitchen. Alice Phil seemed to feel Caesar's mood and turned his head. He whispered in Caesar's ear: "I believe you... I will definitely solve this problem safely. I will always be by your side..."

Even if you are fearless, even if you are confident, you will not lose in your own hands... But there is a fact that this highly anticipated crown prince of the God of War is just a boy under twenty years old. He is waiting for the arrival of the reversal impulse in loneliness, and when the decisive battle is close, he inevitably has a complicated mood - instead of adjusting slowly by himself, a warm embrace should have a more effective effect...

"Tonight, I will enter the spiritual world of Silent Hill... to look for the same spiritual reversal impulse - the soul's self is maintained in the spiritual world, and the reversal impulse will be manifested. In this way, the real battlefield will be established." Caesar gently told his plan, "No matter what, I will end it..."

"Tonight...Isn't it okay tomorrow morning?" Alicefil said softly, "Tonight, I want to go with you..."

"Uh... although I would be very happy when I usually say I'm choking, "But the reversal impulse is ready to move. It's too inappropriate to do that now. Let's do it after getting the reversal impulse..."

"What are you thinking..." Alice Phil bumped into Caesar and blushed. In Caesar's dream, the guy who claimed to be the side of Caesar instilled a lot of specious things in Alice Phil. It is said that this thing can help Caesar... a wife who doesn't know much about it bought a special book, but she turned out to be blushed...

But the effect is a great success - well, I seem to understand what should be understood and what should not be understood...

"It's just... you can't do that. You'd better take a night off." Alicefil whispered, "After all, you haven't been to the spiritual world before, right? Of course, you must be fully prepared and don't be too impatient."

"Yeah... listen to you this time." Caesar convinced, "In return, come... kiss one."

As he said that, Caesar took Alicefil's lips, sucked it a few times, and his tongue went up and swept back and forth, slowly occupying all the territory. His slightly messy breathing was intertwined. Caesar hugged Alicefil's body tightly, as if he wanted to incorporate her into his body. But this time, Caesar's hands were very honest, just quietly holding the person in his arms. The kiss was so pure that everyone blushed. The only thing they conveyed to each other was pure belief.

————————————————————————————————————————

After dinner, Caesar called out Iliath, Alicefil was cleaning the dining table, and Nangong Yue was sent back to sleep - Iliath was also sent back. Although he lived with his mother at home and drove him as a son to his residence, he was not very kind, that night... Caesar simply gave up his moral integrity and made such a crazy decision, only himself and Alicefil were enough. He didn't want to be disturbed.

"It is said that you are learning the method of battle formation from Nangong Yue recently?" Caesar suddenly asked.

"Yes...yes, because I'm more interested." Iliad responded, with a little panic in his language, "Teacher, are you angry? I can do it if I don't learn this way."

"I'm not angry, I'm not angry... I was not thinking carefully before. After all, you are yourself, how can you be controlled by others' path in the future?" Caesar smiled, "I asked you out today to teach you something. The method of battle formation taught by Nangong Yue is a good thing, but the druid's path is soft after all. You are my disciple of Caesar. Even if you choose the way of commanding troops in the future, you can't be a reckless man who can only charge into battle... In this case, even if you are invincible in the world, you will be slandered in the dark, die under the conspiracy of the enemy, and die under the fear of your own people... I'll ask you a few questions."

He raised his hands, and the space he carried with him ripples and waves. Two battle swords jumped into his hand, and the green light flowed.

"The dragon-slaying double blades, also known as Bourkeso's children... and rare weapons such as Jordan Stone, Bourkeso's wedding ring and the Immortal King suit were all from the hands of the first generation of war gods... During the battle of hegemony in mainland China, Bourkeso's crown used two swords to kill countless dragons, and the dragon blood was poured, so they were named the dragon-slaying double blades." Caesar gently collided with the two martial arts tools. Green light burst out, "After the death of the Immortal King, the dragon-slaying double swords did not enter the tomb, and were introduced to the second generation of war gods. From then on, it was the ninth generation. In addition to the blood-refining war god Kratos had Chaos Double Blades, all the war gods of war have used it in the past. Let me tell you, who is their real master?"

Iliad was a little confused. Caesar smiled slightly and took out the wrath of the Thunder King again. When the battle axe turned, the tiger and the wind was full of wind: "This wrath is my weapon. It was originally created by the God of War in the Sky, but it was just a golden quality. When I became a saint, I re-purposed it with the golden thunder above the holy mountain and cast it into a dark gold weapon. It can be said that it is its real master. However, after I die, my successor will definitely pick up this weapon to fight, implement his guardian will in the wrath of the Thunder King, protecting the north or this wider world...Who was the master of the wrath of the Thunder King?"

"Iliad, I think you have enough strength to protect your mother, but Nangong Yue said you are definitely not a thing in the pool. I don't know where his confidence comes from, but I will not influence your future life... It's not that you are unwilling, but that you are not interested." Caesar said calmly, "I have taught you a lot of messy things. If you really want to... fight something like a man, those are probably useless. In comparison, Nangong Yue's marching and formation are more useful. Today I just want to tell you some truth, maybe... it's more useful than the combat skills I teach you."

Iliad's face turned solemn, probably because he felt Caesar's seriousness and seriousness.

"Time passes, thousands of years passes, things change, from treasures of martial arts to the whole world, where can we get a fixed master? Iliad, today I will tell you that no matter what method is used, as long as you get it, you will be its master." Caesar slowly turned around, his face was dull, but Iliad felt a suffocating feeling coming to his face. The King of Heaven paused and slowly said, "The world is the master of impermanence, only the strong can occupy it, and only the strong can conquer it."

Conquer... Only the strong can conquer... This word sounds inexplicably beautiful and shakes Iliad's heart.

"Is it really...can you get anything?" Iliad murmured, "This is not a robber..."

"Bandit?" Caesar said proudly, "Don't you understand? Hundreds of thousands of years ago, there were no humans in the shelter continent. The angels and demons who fled together and gave birth to descendants named Nei Flan, the ancestors of humans. Nei Flange is also responsible for the power of angels and demons, and occupied the entire continent in a short time. Is this considered a robber? The earth's disaster, the power of the inner flange gradually lost, and all races that have been oppressed have risen at the same time, beating humans apart.

After that, the flowing water has been dark years full of humiliation and oppression. Are they considered robbers? Ten thousand years ago, the revival of mankind, the battle of hegemony on the mainland slaughtered hundreds of tribes. Exiled countless people, and regained the authority of the mainland. Is this considered robbers? The twelve dynasties in Middle-earth have changed, rising and falling. The twelve royal families established by the first pope have almost disappeared, all because the successors have their own morals were corrupted, and the country was not in power, and the usurpers took advantage of the situation. Is revitalizing the country considered robbers?"

Iliad opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak for a moment. How could a child who grew up in a remote town debate with Caesar in this regard? The king sneered: "If you go to be a commoner who plunders or even plunders innocent scum, it is also called a robber, but in the final analysis, it is just a boring scum. The founders of the 12 Middle-earth dynasties were all robbers, and the noble ministers who held the power of the country were also robbers, but they robbed the power of the country, and you robbed the self-interest. They left their names in history books in future generations, no matter what the outcome, they were glorious. As for you... your head had to be hung on the wall."

"Who will be a thief!" Iliath shouted, "I know it's wrong to collect protection fees everywhere like me!"

"Otherwise." Caesar looked at him, "I have always said something. I saved you at that time because your mother made me recall something. I just don't want to see a mother crying. And you are not wrong because you are collecting protection fees, but because your heart is too narrow. The means are too low, and it is just a means of a little thief. In fact, good and evil are right and wrong. I am not qualified to judge, because I cannot guide you with a high attitude... This world does not owe anyone anything, but it owes a chance to make a living like you... I have nothing to say about this, because I am lucky."

"But these have nothing to do with me after all. My obligation is to make the weak in the north live better. There is no such leisure in other places. I don't care what you want to do, but I can't make your mother sad. This is the first thing... I can't kill you if I can't do it." Caesarm said coldly, "Secondly, what I just said is that the strong people of heaven and earth live in it, but human beings are the spirit of freedom, not listed here. Swords and interests can make them surrender, but gather because of profit and disperse because of profit. Once you gain power, those who pursue profit flock to it, but when you lose power, they will abandon them as if they are worn out... This is because of the small view of the big, and you are born among the common people, you should know more than me."

Iliad nodded silently, civilians...the kindest is them, and the most ruthless is them. He slowly said: "You told me before that interests can only be formed in the initial relationship. If you want to make the bond unbreakable, you must manage it with your heart."

Caesar was stunned. He was just talking nonsense that day. Unexpectedly, Iliad actually remembered it. For some reason, a quiet smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Manage with your heart... is not a simple thing. When dealing with your subordinates, you must make them feel grateful for your kindness and fear your anger. But if you decide to fight together for a lifetime, let them know the dreams and determination, and unify your will and their will. Therefore, your purpose is their purpose, your dreams are their dreams, and your battlefield is their battlefield. Only in this way can you be invincible."

"I... don't understand very much." Iliad shook his head with a bitter face. This is not something you can understand by listening to it.

"Then let's make an agreement." Caesar raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand to Iliad, "The battle that belongs only to me is about to begin. If you can become a strong man before I come back, I will show you what an unbreakable bond and dream of being connected, and admit that you are the person that Caesar, the Thunder King, agrees,?"

Without last words or even an unexpected request, Caesar was originally going to fight the reversal impulse with the mentality of winning... When facing Diapolo, Caesar once asked the Dragon Girl to go to the North to convey the last order of the King of Heaven on his behalf, but today he would not... because he might die at the hands of the demon god, but he would never lose to himself.

Iliad stared at Caesar's hand. Even if he was too nervous, he knew something seemed to be a problem. He hesitated and said, "Teacher, you..."

"It's okay, it's nothing, it's just an exchange of everything. I'm just paying something for strength." Caesar smiled faintly, "It's just Iliad, you have to remember that every strong man is a hero who fights with himself for a lifetime, because if he defeats himself, then no one in this world will be his opponent again! The reason for this is that there is no invincibility, no eternity... only warriors who fight for others. My student, strength is talent and determination. You can't make your strength progress by leaps and bounds in a short period of time, but you can build a heart for you. This is my agreement with you."

Caesar looked at Iliad. For some reason, the burly man who was still a child at this age felt the blood in his body boiling instantly. He looked up at the person standing quietly in front of him. Although the teacher was just standing calmly, he seemed to be clenched by invisible power. The unparalleled aura of kings made him feel envious and admiration, and gave birth to a vision of "How good I would be if I were like the teacher." He stretched out his hand almost sacredly and held it tightly with the small but powerful hand. Caesar smiled softly: "Look carefully, he has grown a lot... has his waist been straightened?"

"Yes!" He could only answer in such a chaotic manner, because the unreasonable tears soaked his eyes, and he would never forget the mood of emotion and joy in his life. Similarly, he would never forget the teacher's smile under the moon.

The oath made in front of the unparalleled king in the world will become the source of power for battle in the future.

Because the teacher said that real men will become stronger to protect others.

This wish will be forever engraved in his heart with himself, who does not know how to be sad and fearless, and the boy named Iliad will move forward as the teacher expected... to become a real strong man.


Chapter completed!