Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 1456 Communication
In Constantinople, the bright moon always hangs high in the sky.

Inside the Great Palace of Blachernae, the "real" Roman Emperor was sitting on his Phoenix Throne.

Co-emperor of Agathocles, the 11th Roman Emperor of the House of Palaiologos-Isauria and co-emperor of the 12th Roman Emperor. When his daughter, Emperor Victoria III, was wandering somewhere, he was in charge of the work here.

Of course, even if Victoria was here, he would still be responsible for everything, it was just a matter of whether or not to let Victoria review it.

"Shangluo, Shangluo, you really make things difficult for me." Sitting in front of his desk, Co-Emperor Agasocles looked at the letter in his hand. This letter was temporarily inserted and placed above all the letters.

"Okay." He shook his head and waved his hand to scatter the letter. The light particles scattered in the air and flew towards the folder that had been read.

Even without entering Cybertronia, the phlogistonization here has been advanced to an unprecedented level. All text information has been realized in the form of phlogiston presentation, phlogiston display, and phlogiston preservation.

To the outside world, this was no different from magic. These letters were like light magic, formed by light particles in the void, condensing into an appearance that was no different from the real thing.

However, these are all projections of the spirit world here. Everything here can only function normally when the concentration of phlogiston is as high as a pressure cooker.

Because of this, there are not only living people standing in front of Agathocles, but also dead people - people who have gone to Cybernetics. When the concentration of phlogiston is high enough, they can restore their image here and survive again.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?" a vaguely transparent person asked, "Do you remember that scene?"

"Not really. It was a letter from Shangluo, and you don't recognize it. But then again, that scene keeps flashing before my eyes, and I've been sleeping worse and worse these days."

He saw the fall of the Roman Empire. Everyone present knew about it, but no one dared to ask him what he saw specifically. Everyone knew that was how the Roman Empire fell, but only Agathocles knew how Rome died. Because that cause of death was cut out by him personally from the loom of fate.

"Help me arrange my trip. I'm going to Rome."

"You haven't slept since yesterday, have you?"

"What can I do? But there is an important person who wants to see me. How can I dare to neglect him?" He shook his head helplessly. "What's the saying of the Aurora people? Enemies and creditors. He is probably my creditor in my previous life."

Rome, Vatican Palace. This is where the emperor lived in Rome. After everything in Rome was moved to New Rome, this was one of the few areas where the Roman emperor would stay in Rome.

Shangluo arrived before Agathocles. He was already waiting there.

"How have you been lately?" Without any servants following him, he walked directly to Shangluo instead of sitting opposite him.

"Sir, I have recently..."

"There's no need to be so distant. Just call me uncle."

"Yes, uncle. I've been...

"Hey! Wait a minute." Agathocles suddenly remembered, "Is it okay to call me uncle?"

"what?"

"I'm asking you, you don't have anything to inform me, right? Under the current circumstances, is it enough to just call me uncle? No need to go any further, right?"

"Oh! I see!" Shang Luo understood what he meant, "It's just uncle. Yes, it's just uncle. Nothing more, it's really just uncle. I'm serious, and Victoria is serious too."

"Very good. Keep it up. But if there is any progress and the name needs to be changed, I want you to let me know in time."

"Yes, uncle. If it is possible, then I will definitely do it. Besides, I have been doing very well recently."

"Yes." Agathocles nodded. "So the purpose of your visit this time is to inquire about the ultimate secret of Rome? You want to know what the final outcome of Rome that I glimpsed from fate is. Right?"

"Well, that's fine."

Shangluo came this time to find out this secret that even Victoria didn't know. He now wanted to save Rome and needed to provide some hospice care for Rome so that Rome could start the next era peacefully. However, he needed to observe, smell, ask and feel the patient, and he needed to have complete information to make the most correct judgment.

After all, he did not want to start the most important step in the dark. He wanted to consolidate his position as the king of Rome and build his own royal city to protect his throne.

His throne was in the Sacred Grove of Lake Nemi, on the Golden Bough. This was the first step in his true rule of Rome - even though he was ruling over the ruins of Rome, a king on the ruins was still a king.

"Here you go." Agathocles handed over a test tube.

Inside the test tube, a strand of white silk floated in the air, unrestrained by any gravity or support.

At first glance, it seems to be just an ordinary piece of yarn. However, when you stop your gaze for a moment, you will notice something unusual - the thread is extending infinitely. The cut ends of the thread face the opening of the test tube, while the other end seems to be endless. Its extension does not stop inside the test tube, but passes through the wall of the test tube and falls into endless history. Its length completely exceeds the constraints of reality and leads to the distant past.

"This is"

"This is the fate of Rome. Fate is a thread." Agathocles said, "One end is fixed in the present, and the other end extends into history."

"What about the future?"

"Rome, there is no future. All I see in this fate is destruction. I have seen it. Now, it is your turn to see it."

Shangluo is about to open this bottle——

Suddenly, Agathocles held Shangluo's hand and said, "Remember, after you have read it, don't tell anyone."

"And Apollonia?"

"If you saw it, she would have seen it too. So, she should be counted among the people who keep the secret."

[Ah? I thought if I kept silent, you would forget me. Can I really not watch? ]

"Sorry, I can't." As expected, Agathocles rejected her request. "This is top secret, a secret that is not classified in the confidentiality level. Because it will only be kept by me and supervised by me alone. Before you, only I have seen it. If the secret is leaked, I will know that it was you two who leaked it." [Ah! Ah this. Can I not read it? ]

"No." Agathocles shook his head. "I know you will ask, and Shangluo will be tested. So instead of embarrassing him, it's better for you to watch it here for yourself."

"." Silently, Shangluo grabbed Agasocles' hand and shook it violently twice.

He didn't expect that this uncle who looked fierce was actually a kind person. He knew that he couldn't stand the test, so Agathocles exempted him from the test and let Apollonia watch it together.

[Okay. Then I'll take a look too.]

"Okay." Agathocles removed his hand from the test tube. "Look."

"How do I look at this?" Shangluo asked.

"Hold the end of the thread and you will know it all."

Shangluo held the thread. He tried to gently pull it out - a small part of the distant history was pulled out, and the thread of fate also left the test tube, allowing Shangluo to hold it with his whole hand:
He trembled for a while as if he had been electrocuted.

【What do you see? Let me see it too! 】

"Wait a minute, let me take a breath." Shang Luo pressed his forehead and took a breath. "Now I know why Lord Agathocles is so cautious. I also want to ask you: do you really want to see it? I can be sure now - if you don't want to see it, I can withstand the test and I won't tell you. Because, this is something I don't want to think about again after seeing it."

[Now that you mention it, I think I want to watch it even more. I can't let you suffer alone.]

"Okay." Shangluo put the silk thread on his mobile phone.

After a while.

【.】Apollonia fell silent,【nothing was left.】

Everything is gone.

At the end of Rome, there was no grand final battle, no epic of burning cities, no grand closing ceremony that would be recorded in history. In the future, there was only endless dark silence. It faded quietly in the long river of history, like the light and shadow that gradually dissipated at dusk. The once glorious empire eventually returned to silence and desolation, the palaces collapsed, the streets were desolate, the glory was buried by the wind and sand, and only the ruins whispered the distant past.

All that future generations will see are the ashes and memories that deeply buried the entire empire.

"." Shangluo looked at Agathocles, "Uncle, this is not good. It seems that all our efforts have failed."

"Not necessarily." Agathocles shook his head. "[The silk thread will break], this is the original prophecy. We have many speculations about this - we have speculated, you should know. We have speculated that the breaking of the silk thread may be the collapse of the textile industry, or some other reason. We have also considered whether we should cut the fate of Rome off the loom of fate to further verify the specific content of the prophecy - I did do that. I regret it now, how I wish I had not seen it."

"So, the prophecy of the oracle itself foreshadows destruction?"

【I need to explain this. The prophecies of the oracle are always hope - "the thread will break" itself is a description of the future. It may be a cruel reality, but it must also be a place of hope, because Apollo is the sun god. The sun will bring heat, trials, and pain, but it will never bring despair. At the end of the prophecy, hope must exist. 】

"Unfortunately, I seem to have guessed at the wrong level." Agathocles shook his head. "I tailored the fate of Rome literally, but ended up seeing the ultimate despair. I made the wrong choice. This is not the future pointed out by the oracle - the silk thread will break, and it does not mean that we should tailor the loom of fate. But since fate has been cut, it will definitely happen."

"So, Rome will eventually collapse, right?"

Agathocles nodded. "And we still don't seem to have found the biggest problem yet - what exactly is the reason why the thread breaks? My wrong approach only adds to the problem, and doesn't solve any problem."

"I" Shangluo pressed his forehead.

He now began to wish that he had not seen it at all. As Agathocles said, he looked into the future and indeed did not solve any problem, but instead gained another worry.

[Ahhh! Why am I watching this! Why can't time go back? What's the point of watching this! ]

"So, what does [The Silk Thread Will Break] mean?" Shang Luo wondered, "If it's not about tailoring fate, then what is it?"

"I'll leave this for you to answer." Agathocles stood up. "If you want to ask, I'll tell you. You feel a little regretful, right? But this is your own choice. If possible, I don't want to watch it. But since we have all seen it, I believe you can understand the burden I carry."

Agathocles still did not involve Shangluo. He believed that the burden was his, not Shangluo's.

"Uncle, I can actually help you with something."

"You can take care of Victoria, which is the greatest help to me - OK, you have seen it all, I should go back. There are still many things that need my attention. See you next time."

"Wait, uncle, this thread of fate"

"Keep it for yourselves," Agathocles turned around and said, "Just treat it as a souvenir and play with it. I've already seen it, and it's of no use to me."

"Wait! There's also the construction work at Lake Nemi."

"You handle it yourself! I have no objection!" He waved without looking back and walked out the door. The transport room was downstairs, and he was going back to Constantinople.

"Ah," Shangluo looked at the silk thread in his hand, "This thing is really heavy."

[Ah! So what is it? Why can't I guess it? What does it mean that the thread breaks? Which thread is it and how does it break?]

"Aren't you the Apollo of our time? Why don't you know?"

[My skills are not good enough. This is not something I can interpret. Moreover, in fact, the oracle has never been able to interpret things before they happen. People will only know what happened after things happen. Just like the famous "wooden wall", it was not verified until after the naval battle. So the Romans tried various methods, but still could not find the result.]

"Forget it." Shang Luo shook his head. "In this case, let's move forward with the incident. Since there is this prophecy, let's go to the incident and see how the thread broke."

[One thing is certain - this is probably not a good thing. It will definitely be Rome's demise, because nothing good has ever happened in this era. But there must be hope, and things can be resolved. I promise.]

(End of this chapter)