Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 1658 Title
Agatha Christie ultimately failed. She couldn't raise Victoria to be a superhero—but that was asking the impossible. There aren't that many superheroes in the world that can be raised.

But although she didn't raise a superhero, a superhero came to her.

Shangluo, in that situation, actually stood up and stopped her.

“So, you’re quite something.” Agatha looked at him. “If you had just followed the rules and watched me mentally torture Victoria in that situation, you would have been nothing special. But you didn’t stand idly by. You meddled in things you shouldn’t have been meddling in.”

Is this an insult?

"Yes, but a true superman does it this way. If you're afraid to take the blame for angering me, the parent, you're ostensibly respecting my decisions, but you're not truly thinking about Victoria's best interests. And you, you dare to say what you shouldn't say, and do what you shouldn't do. What a noble heart, what upright conduct!"

What is this thing? I've never heard of it before.

"Ah!" Victoria burst into laughter through her tears. "I've suddenly understood! I've seen the light after all the clouds have parted, I've suddenly understood everything!"

Shang Luo slapped his head: "What nonsense are you talking about? You're really not insulting me? Isn't this Dong Zhuo? Then by that logic, Dong Zhuo is a superman too!"

“Yes, that’s how it is,” Agatha said in a deep voice. “When a country is in turmoil, there are loyal ministers. The more turbulent the country is, the more powerful the action is needed—of course, whether the turmoil ends or intensifies depends on that person’s mindset. I didn’t say that Superman is necessarily a good person, right?”

“Shangluo, if things come to that, just wailing like she does won’t solve anything. Only a brave person like you, who knows when to stop, can turn the tide.”

"This is more like it," Shangluo said, rubbing his forehead. "It's better than being like Dong Zhuo."

"So now I need you to make the decision in Victoria's place."

"Okay, okay, you make the decision for me." Victoria was immediately freed from the enormous moral dilemma.

"Then I'd rather be Dong Zhuo."

Does that mean we have to spend the night on the dragon bed?

“Oh, right!” Victoria suddenly remembered something. “Since you’re making the decisions for me, you can’t be without a title! Shangluo, I’ve decided, you’ll be the Grand Vizier!”

“Yes,” Agatha nodded, “a wise decision.”

"Wait, why is it Grand Vizier???" Shang Luo was taken aback. "Is Grand Vizier a Roman official title?"

In his mind, this Grand Vizier wasn't a title in this purple Roman Empire at all; it belonged to some green Roman Empire. And it shouldn't have served Caesar, but the Sultan. "No," Victoria replied, "but it's an Egyptian Pharaoh's title, literally 'guardian,' or 'father of someone,' essentially meaning 'grandfather.' Didn't you just say you wanted to be Dong Zhuo? If you're going to be my grandfather, then you'll be Grand Vizier. Well, since my father has left me here, it's perfect for you to be Grand Vizier."

“But let me add something,” Agatha said. “The Grand Vizier is an Arabic transliteration of the Pharaoh’s title; it wasn’t called that in ancient Egypt. Just as the ancient Egyptians didn’t call Egypt Egypt, but Kemet, the correct pronunciation of the Grand Vizier in Egyptian is tjati.”

"It's decided! You'll be my Tati!"

[The more I listen, the more it sounds like he's calling for his father.]

“I have no interest in being someone’s father,” Shangluo quickly waved his hand. “However, I think it’s acceptable for me to be your political guardian and agent. It’s just that, could we perhaps change this Grand Vizier? He always gives me bad ideas.”

“Let me think about it.” Victoria pondered for a moment. “Actually, Rome didn’t have the position of Chancellor, because Rome was, after all, a military state, and all its political systems were based on the army. From that perspective, the title that could issue orders on behalf of the emperor was ‘Imperial,’ meaning triumphant general. Another similar title was Augustus, meaning ‘supreme.’ And Basilius, that was king. But some titles were taken by my father, so I can’t give them to you right now!”

Victoria suddenly remembered: "I'll give you the PP title then."

What is PP?

"Pater Patriae means Father of the Nation, the father of the nation. It's a high honorary title used to recognize a monarch who has made a great contribution to the establishment of the current regime. You have certainly made a great contribution to Cybernia, so giving you a PP is no problem at all. As for administration, I think you should be given the title of Tribunicia Potesta, which makes you inviolable—attacking a Tribunicia Potesta is equivalent to treason. You will also have the right to convene the Assembly of Citizens and have the right to propose motions and veto. The Tribunicia Potesta is TP. There's also the title of Consul (COS), which is an official position appointed by the Emperor to his agents. There are other honorary titles that I'll add one by one, stacking them up to DVPERPINVDNPTPPCOS."

"What is this? What is this long string of words? What BTG battalion-level tactical group? BRT rapid transit?"

"It means Divine (DV), Eternal (PERP), Tribune of the Plenipotentiary (PT), Invincible (INV), Sovereign (DN), Father of the Nation (PP), and Consul (COS). Together it means Eternal, Divine, Invincible Sovereign, Tribune of the Plenipotentiary, Father of the Nation, and Consul."

"Too many! There's no room for all of us! Can't we keep it simple? Who can remember all this long list? And all this 'great and beloved' stuff sounds like praise for the sun."

[That's just how it was in Rome. Such long names were actually so that the title could be written in a complete circle on the coin when it was minted. The Romans just liked long names; the longer the name, the more powerful. The Ming Dynasty also had titles, and I think they were much longer, like 'Serving the Emperor to Pacify the Rebellion, Sincere and Powerful Military Official' or something like that. Compared to that, the Roman BTRT is still too short.]

"You can't remember either, huh? What the hell is BTRT? Battalion-level tactical bus?"

Who could remember that? Of course I couldn't either.

Victoria waved her hand: "At that time, it should just be abbreviated to 'Dear Consul,' but the main thing is still Consul. I can appoint two Consul titles. One has already been appointed to my father, and the second will be appointed to you. That way, you can really make decisions on my behalf in all kinds of situations—well, if everything is handed over to you, my pressure will be gone all at once. Ah, the moon is so beautiful tonight."

(End of this chapter)