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[Note 1] Ovid Ovid In 48 BC and 17 AD, the ancient Roman poets "Love Art" and "Metamorphosis" were famous for their poems, which had a great influence on classical myths because of their imaginative interpretation skills and outstanding examples.
[Note] Lucretius Lureius, the only long poem of Latin poets and philosophers in the first century BC, was known as the Theory of Nature.
Translate blue ghost
time flies
All the talk in Rome is that more and more decent nobles in Constantinople, a big city in the East, are attracted by its magic, but at the same time, Constantine the Great, followed by a militant emperor, is still under constant pressure from the border of Taiwan’s empire, which is still acceptable, and all the energy from nobles to emperors has been invested.
One of the most interesting characters is julian, a post-apostate who is famous. He tried to restore paganism but failed completely. No matter what his religious fantasies were, he proved that he was a capable soldier who left his hometown and died in a battle that could not resist the Persians.
All parts of the empire are constantly invaded by Goths, Visigoths, Germans and Persians. There are arenas, theaters, cloisters and temples. Rich this beautiful city is crowded with those tribesmen. They don’t care about philosophy or politeness, poetry or social values.
Even my hometown and Pandora’s were ransacked by barbarians-it was an unimaginable scene for me, which made me ignore it.
There seems to be a Roman city that has not been attacked by this kind of terror, and I don’t think those ancient families will believe that this eternal city will suffer such a fate even if their homes collapse.
For me, my party is still drunk, while I spend a lot of time writing diaries and painting walls.
I was very sad when my regular customers inevitably died, but I still saw so many guests.
I am carrying a paint can, no matter who is drunk or vomits in the garden, the house looks very chaotic, the lights are on the owner’s wall, and he is hallucinating. The guests laugh at him and raise their glasses to him, while the music is played until the sky.
I can interfere with Avikas’ surveillance, but I’m getting used to hearing him cross the fence and enter the garden, and I’m getting used to his proximity so that I can share those times.
I continued to paint my divines-Venus, Ariadne, Hera-and I gradually obeyed the imagination that Pandora would dominate everything I did, but I also painted Apollo, the male god, which fascinated me the most. I also painted his mythical image like theseus Aeneas Hercules, and sometimes I was inspired to read Ovid or Homer or Lucretius.
But painting the garden has always been my comfort, because in my heart, I feel that I live with them.
I painted my room over and over again, as if it were a villa instead of a duplex house with an atrium. I walked around Avikasko Garden and looked at all my paintings, but I couldn’t help but wonder if I had changed because of what he saw.
Perhaps what moved me most was that he stayed here so faithfully, and he was silent with respect. He rarely came for a week and stayed here all night, often for four or five nights in a row, sometimes even longer.
Of course, we didn’t talk to each other. There was an elegance in our silence. Although my slaves once noticed him, their panic annoyed me, but I soon stopped this situation.
Ivekas didn’t follow me when I went to the place where I had to be guarded. I must admit that I felt a little free when painting in my temple, but the depression hit me more than ever.
I found a place behind the sacred couple, and I often sat in that corner and slept all day, but I didn’t go out all night. It was hard to imagine what comfort I could get and what would happen to the empire.
Then I will think of Ivekas getting up to drive away fatigue and going back to the city to paint the walls of my house again.
How many years have passed like this? I can’t count.
More importantly, a group of evil blood clan has occupied an abandoned grave, and according to their habits, they are terrible and careless, which has frightened mankind and led to the spread of terror.
I hope Mal and Avikas can destroy the blood clan, because they are all weak and it is not difficult for benzene to destroy them.
But Avikas came to me with a reason I should have known a long time ago.
"Those satanists are always so young," he said to me. "No human life has ever reached the age of 30 or 40. They always say from the East how the devil is their ruler and how they treat him and Christ."
"I know about them," I said, continuing to paint as if Ivekas didn’t. Then he was not rude at all, but tired of Satan worshippers. They made me sacrifice Pandora a long time ago.
"But you know that there is a very old guy in Marius who must have sent a very small messenger like us, and that old guy is something we must destroy."
"What are you going to do?" I asked
"We’re going to lead him to Rome," Avicas said. "We want you to come with us to the catacombs tonight and tell those young people that you are friends."
"Oh, no, you must be crazy to say that!" I said, "Don’t you understand that they know their mother and father? Don’t you remember I told you? "
"We’re going to destroy one of them," said Mal behind me, "but to end it completely, we must bring the old man here before destroying them."
"Come on, Marius," Avikas said, "We need you and your eloquence to make them have compassion, so that they will definitely bring their leader. Only then can you let them stay. Mal and I can say that they are not flattering."
I held a paintbrush for a long time and watched them think about whether I should do it or not. Finally, I admitted that I couldn’t do it.
"Don’t ask me to go," I said to Avikas. "Go and lead him yourself. Let me know when he will come. I promise I will come then."
The next night Avikas came to see me again.
"Those evil guys, they are really a bunch of children," he said. "They spoke so automatically that their leader admitted that he lived in a desert in northern Egypt. There is no doubt that he was burned in his fire. He also taught them all about the Virgin Mary and destroyed them. It was not sad, but they ran around the city looking for the sweetest human beings. It was unbearable that they sacrificed it."
"I know," I said quietly. "I’m a little ashamed that Jeanmart and Avicas have driven those guys out of Rome alone." But did you lead the leader out of his hiding place? What is it? "
"We gave them a lot of property," Avikas said, "so that they might bring their leader here. We promised us strong blood and he came to repay him. His evil reasons must urgently need to create more priests and priestesses."
"Ha, you have strong blood, of course," I said. "Why didn’t I think of that? I think I must have it with my mother and father, but I didn’t expect to have it with ourselves. "
"I have to say that I can’t help it," Ivekas said. "It was an evil child who suggested this because their leader was too weak to get out of bed. Of course, Mal and I agreed at once. Otherwise, what could our hundreds of years be to those children?"
I didn’t hear any more news in the next few months. I knew through my mind that Avikas had killed several Satan worshippers because he thought it was too dangerous for them to commit crimes in public. On another warm summer night, I looked down at the city in my garden. I heard Mal and Avikas arguing with each other in the distance whether they should kill all the rest.
Finally, the blood clan was killed, and the tomb was soaked with blood. Mal and Avikas appeared in my house and begged me to go out, because the guys would be back in an hour, and we must act as soon as possible.
I left my warm and happy room and went with them with my best weapon as I promised.
The crypt is small and closed, and I simply have no place to stand. My horse knew that this is the cemetery of human Christians and the earliest gathering place.
We walked about 90 feet to the ground and found the old blood clan staring at us in his coffin. His young followers were horrified to find that all they lived in was nothing but the ashes of the corpse.
The old man was in pain. He was bald, emaciated and blackened in the fire. He completely consumed himself and created his evil child. He may not have recovered like his blood clan. Now he knows that he was cheated. He sent him to Rome, and the child has gone to us forever. He looked down on him like a judge. He has unimaginable power. The blood clan has no mercy on him and his reasons.