[Ancient Rome] How to Divorce the Tyrant Nero

"Your concern really surprised me." Octavia put down the documents in her hand, put her hands together on the table, as if she wanted to look at Dory Fluorus again: "Are you looking for a way out for yourself, or Simply caring about me."

"Is this important?" Dory Fluorus said blankly: "No one cares about your physical condition now. Whether it's the conservative nobles who are hostile to you, or the low-level civilians with no income, I hope you can do more. Hang on for a while. I am afraid that besides the goddess Vesta, you are the most dazzling woman in Rome."

"At the same time, she is also the hardest woman in Rome." Octavia leaned against the soft back of the chair, which was specially made to prevent herself from falling asleep while working: "I sometimes think, If I wasn't a member of the Claudius family, would I be happier than I am now?"

Dory Fluorus's expression was a little cold, Octavia could guess what he was thinking, and the next words of the other party also proved her guess.

"You should stop saying such hypocritical things." Dofulus did not hide his disgust, and even his tone became eccentric: "How many suffering people are willing to sell their souls to Pluto for In exchange for your current status and life."

"When you were born in the Pantheon in Rome, how can you understand the suffering of those foreigners who did not hesitate to become slaves and came to Rome."

While speaking, Dory Flux put his hand on Octavia's shoulder presumptuously, as if he wanted to use this to absorb the power she possessed.

"If I gain your power, then the crown of Rome shall rest on my head."

Octavia stared at the opening and closing of Dory Flux's lips, and could even smell the sweat on the other's body.

"You're too close." Octavia didn't like men with stinky bodies, because she didn't have the slightest interest in the hormonal smell that Roman ladies were obsessed with.

Moreover, in the general environment of the plague, the health of people around is also one of the safety guarantees.

Pushed and shoved by Octavia, Dory Fluorus naturally lost his desire for sex, and instead said depressedly: "Juno gave Pandora a surplus of curiosity, while you were deprived of it by Venus." The possibility of feeling love."

"I'm very grateful that Venus doesn't favor me, because this troublesome goddess is not an excellent study object." Octavia retorted: "Athena has wisdom and force, Juno has power and money, as for The Virgin of Vesta... She is the patron saint of fire and family, and enjoys the second only consecration after Juno. In comparison, what is the merit of Venus?"

Octavia's voice became more and more disdainful: "Beauty is the item with the shortest shelf life. Even Venus, who is the incarnation of temptation, still needs the spring water of the goddess of youth to maintain her beauty, let alone ordinary mortals."

"As for love..."

Octavia looked at Dory Fluorus and asked, "Do you think there is such a thing as love in Roman society?"

Even Caesar, who was willing to resist Sulla for the sake of Cornelia Cinna, would fall into the arms of other women after not being satisfied with his wife.

Not to mention Cleopatra who "loved" Caesar and Antony.

When she knew of Caesar's death, she threw herself into Anthony's arms without hesitation.

After Antony's defeat, Cleopatra also tried to please Augustus with Antony's death.

It can be said that love is the most stupid thing in Rome.

Dory Fluorus was stabbed in the heart by Octavia's rhetorical question, and tried to maintain a calm mood in front of her: "This answer is really in line with your character."

After all, he swallowed nervously, and said dryly, "If I say I love you, will you believe it?"

Octavia hesitated for a moment, but quickly recovered and said, "Then are you willing to elope with me?"

Dory Fluorus' pupils shrank suddenly, and even the muscles of his upper body tensed subconsciously, assuming a posture of preparing for battle.

"Look, you can't even accept an answer of this level, why are you talking about loving me?" Octavia said coldly: "If I was dragged to death by Gaicius Florus today, then No one will come to my rescue until the moment the fire is ignited."

"Neither you nor Ellius, nor my mother nor my younger brother, will come to save me." Octavia lowered her head again, and opened a picture of the restoration of Pompeii: "So your words don't even You can't even convince yourself, let alone me."

Dory Fluorus clenched his fists, took a deep breath and left Octavia's office.

After the Thracian youth left, Octavia threw the cowhide scroll aside, and before she was about to fall down, she was brought back to her senses by Elius' knock on the door.

"Master, Mount Aventine has received news from His Majesty the Emperor from Pompeii's brotherhood." Elius whispered in Octavia's ear, "The imperial guards have sent someone to fetch the emperor back. Your Majesty, it's just..."

"Nero was infected with the plague?" Octavia looked at Ellius's hesitation, and thought that Nero had only one breath left: "If this is the case, then it is necessary to talk to Vesta. Girl, send a message in advance."

Elius didn't expect Octavia to have the idea of ​​amending the emperor's will, but after thinking about it, this is also Octavia's normal operation.

"Although His Majesty the Emperor lived in the affected area for a few months, he did not contract the plague, but..." Ellius thought of the news from Mount Aventine, and felt that Nero's term as emperor might have come to an end: " The Emperor's madness has returned. He is now too weak to get out of bed and walk, without the medicine Otto has given him."

"Just can't get out of bed and walk?" Octavia further confirmed: "Is there any problem with the emperor's...?"

Octavia asked for directions in the red light district.

Ellis' old face flushed, but he still replied in a professional manner: "At least he can sit up."

"That's enough." Octavia had to make sure that Nero's fertility was not a big problem.

In other words, even if Nero is infertile, she has to make others think that the emperor can continue the direct line of blood.

As for that damn Gacius Florus.

A murderous look flashed in Octavia's eyes, allowing Elius to easily understand the final fate of Gacius Florus.

"After Nero was safely picked up by the brotherhood on Mount Aventine, people put some things used by the sick at the foothold of Gacius Florus." Octavia originally wanted to be ruthless. Torture Gacius Florus, who gave her a headache, but thinking of the serial problems that torturing him would cause, Octavia decided to let this person die more simply and reasonably.

"Also, are the people I asked you to prepare ready?" Octavia looked into Ellius' eyes, and the latter bowed deeply to his mistress.

"Don't worry, they are all blond-haired and blue-eyed Gaul youths or Thracian youths, and His Excellency Scylla has confirmed their fertility. After you successfully conceive, I will completely dispose of them."

"Very well." Octavia would never let Brittanicus take the throne again - provided she had a son from "Nero".