Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 1714 Temple
"You mean moving the reactor there? No problem, there's no issue at all. You can decide for yourself."

You really trust him completely.

“Oh dear.” Victoria put down her spoon. “I’ve always been like this. To be frank, I’ve handed the country over to others far more than I’ve ruled it myself. First it was my father, and now it’s this man in front of me. I have no objection.”

Aren't you going to review it?

Victoria blinked. "Isn't there my dad? If he really does something wrong, my dad will correct him, right? On the other hand, if I do something wrong, then my dad will handle it."

"Yes, that's true." Shang Luo nodded.

"What 'that's true'?" Apollonia interrupted them. "This is important. Victoria, I think we need to do some further authorization here, since the work ahead is crucial—I request that you grant him all authority, instead of having him share power with your father."

“Okay, I agree.” Victoria nodded without hesitation.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Shang Luo exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't this inappropriate?"

I don't think anyone would agree to you moving the reactor over their heads. And if you try to negotiate here, the whole thing will drag on forever. You need full authorization before you can act.

Previously, when both sides were considering this issue, Victoria had already given full authorization. However, at the time, they believed that Emperor Agassiz was going to oppose them, so they did not actually consider the possibility of Shangluo conflicting with his orders.

But now, the situation is completely different. Emperor Agassiz is not actually opposed to them, they just take a different path.

Because he had neither seceded from the Roman Empire nor entered a state of war, none of his authorizations were revoked.

Therefore, Apollonia now wants to re-examine Shangluo's absolute power over the matter of "regency".

"Is this appropriate?" He looked at Ms. Agatha beside him.

Agatha was sitting on the other side, using a knife to help Victoria dismantle the pigeon. She didn't want Victoria to eat bones, so she would always remove bones from food before eating it.

Noticing Shang Luo's gaze, she paused what she was doing: "Let me ask you a question first—do you still remember the scene from back then?"

"Of course Shangluo remembers."

Victoria realized she was about to have a major conflict with her father, and was caught in a huge dilemma. Agatha's words were aggressive, and Victoria was brought to tears by her questioning, because she was completely unprepared. But at that crucial moment, Shangluo stopped her from questioning her.

His regency began around that time.

"So now that things have come to this, what are you still hesitating about?" Mrs. Agatha tilted her head. "Don't tell me that you were just acting out of protectiveness back then, and that you didn't actually want to help her that much?"

"Oh? Is that so?" Victoria looked over as well.

[These two have the exact same expression, huh? No wonder they're aunt and niece.]

"Okay, okay, I understand," Shang Luo nodded. "I'll take responsibility. I'll handle this." "Mm. Here." She brought over the pigeon that Agatha had disassembled and cut it in half with a knife.

Along the breast meat, the crispy roasted pigeon is split in two, and the green wheat porridge is also split open. A rich, flavorful broth flows out.

Victoria used a spoon and knife to hand half of the pigeon to Shangluo's plate: "Thank you for your hard work! Here, share half of my pigeon with you too."

"Thanks." Shang Luo accepted the plate. The pigeon did indeed taste quite good.

But he felt something was off about being bribed by the pigeons to take on such a big task.

“The capable should do more,” Victoria said, taking a sip of her Bossa. “Ah, it’s so good to know you. I wish these leisurely days could last forever.”

"I'm telling you, if you trust me so much, aren't you afraid I'll betray you?"

“Whatever you want.” Victoria glanced at him. “After all, half of this family property belongs to you, Your Majesty. Your authority was originally the same as mine, and now that you’re regent, you’re far more legitimate than my father. So, it’s not a bad thing if you sell your share of the family property. Do whatever you want with it.”

"I don't know what to say, okay? You win."

“And I’m not just trying to shift the blame onto you,” Victoria suddenly said seriously. “Actually, you’re more suited to step in than I am to handle this.”

"why?"

"Because the King of Rome is a king in the mystical sense. In other words, he has more authority in this field than I do, so it's your responsibility. As for the matter of encapsulating the Black and White Gods, that should naturally be your job as well."

That's true. The Roman emperor wasn't responsible for handling this matter because, in essence, he was the "first citizen," not the actual ruler of the Romans. The emperor was merely the most honored person among the Romans. The role of the Roman king didn't originally exist. The existence of a king (Rex) was prohibited by the early Roman Republic's *Valerian Laws*, making him punishable by law. In other words, the only legitimate Roman throne must have existed before the *Valerian Laws*—later kingships were illegal, except for the Forest King, who was the only legitimate Roman king.

As a true king of the Romans, he was indeed qualified to negotiate with the gods on behalf of the Romans.

The Slavic gods of black and white were quite foreign to Rome. But if they could be encapsulated within the infinite loop of a panoramic photography studio, they could be technologically iterated upon, ultimately leading to the miracle of "nuclear fusion"—the miracle of converting matter into energy. Even for the path of immortality, this would have a significant positive impact.

“Alright.” Shangluo shook his head. “I’ll go. Then, we need to come up with a plan. This plan needs to be secretive enough.”

Shangluo had made his decision—it would be done in secret. There was no room for discussion; no one would agree to move the reactor to their doorstep, so he had to do it secretly.

So, since the official plan is called the Chernobyl Project, taking the name from the Black God's side, could it be called the Beloberg Project instead?

"This is too obvious. I've decided, it'll be called Project Ragnarok!"

What kind of bomb are you making?!

(End of this chapter)