() Someone stabbed me on the back. I turned my head and saw it was Constance. He looked around sneakily and leaned closer and said in a low voice: "Why do I always have a premonition that an old man would jump out of the cemetery?"

"We have to be careful with the old man's style of doing things." I think he can do such a thing with the old scumbag's style.

"So you think so too?" Another person who responded to the two of us was called Morris.

I continued, "Compared to the old guy crawling out of the cemetery, I have always been afraid that a lot of illegitimate children and illegitimate daughters will suddenly appear at today's funeral. Think about it, those guys have never met since childhood. They must have appeared together to steal the old guy's inheritance. In the words of the old guy, it is like killing my parents and my whole family. If you don't do it well, you will fight. We can't watch those bastards disturb the old guy's funeral, but when you hit his son at someone's funeral, the woman always feels sorry! At that time, we were not stopping, nor was we not stopping."

"Since I walked into the church, I felt an indescribable feeling of uneasiness! It turned out that I was always worried about this!" Constance shouted, and apart from him, several people next to me showed the same expression.

Valens glanced around and looked around for fear that an old guy's blood would pop out of the cemetery. He said nervously: "It is not a serious problem to stop it or not. If something really happens, I am afraid that the number of old guy's illegitimate children will be more than the thirty of us combined! We have small arms and legs, but we are afraid that we can't get it without paying a little."

I, including myself, agree with Valence's words. It seems that people nearby think that the old man is a top-notch person. Well, being an old man is really constructive and full of creativity.

The next second, all three of us slapped our heads. Only one person can hit us like this, Alexander, the one who was born first earlier than me.

Alexander stared at the three of us with a black head and gave the old guy a favor: "Although I'm looking forward to the scene where the teacher got up from the coffin and showed his angry face and cursed us, "Bad bastard, little turtle, why don't you use a pistol?" But the fact is that the veteran General Provadas is dead. I understand that you cannot accept the death of the veteran General Provadas and are looking forward to a miracle."

There is another thing that didn't say is that the old guy had no wife. He had a very old guy who was busy marrying noble women as his wives to enhance the mainstream of the family. He did the opposite. In other words, in addition to his veterans who were the guards of him today, there were only a few servants who took care of him and a few relatives who were quite close, and part of his inheritance would be given to these people.

Having said goodbye to these people, we took out the horses tied to the church stable. A group of more than thirty people turned over the horses, looked at the cemetery that had just walked out, and confirmed that the old guy really hadn't crawled out of the cemetery, so he turned around and walked onto the yellow dick road home.

The flowing clouds rolled in the sky, the sun shone on the earth, and the mud roadside where horses were trampled, you can see the shepherds rushing to set off flocks of sheep in the distance, a very comfortable picture, which finally relieves a lot of sadness that is close to the world.

Morris and Constance walked on the left and followed Valens on the right. These three people, plus the eldest brother Alexander, are the guys I can talk about the most. It can be said that they are my best friends so far. There is no way, there are few perverts in this world. I found four of them under the age of eighteen. As for the others, I am sorry, their age is destined to be unable to talk.

There are four perverts in the more than thirty people. The perverted inspiration rate of the old guy's preliminary enlightenment education is also very high. But these four perverts are still small compared to Alexander's father and I.

Alexander, Valens, Constance, Morris. Perhaps someone has noticed that the names of them are unusual, but in fact, these names were given by Alexander's father and I.

The reputation of the conqueror of Alexander the Great can be said to be world-famous. My father named Alexander Alexander in the hope that he could conquer the world like the latter. As for Valence, Constance, Morris, and more than twenty other people, although most of us are given different surnames, each of us has more or less the same blood flowing, so they are also harmed.

Valens was taken from the Emperor Fravis Everius Valens, who was active on the eastern front of the Eastern Roman Empire at the end of the fourth century. After being supported by his fellow soldiers, this man quelled the rebellion and launched a war against the Persian Sassanid dynasty, which made Persia peace. He was considered an emperor with outstanding military achievements. However, in the Battle of Hadrian Fort Hadrian against the Visigoths, this guy felt good about himself and felt that he could use a group of peasant troops of similar Yellow Turban Army to settle the Visigoth savages, and he did not wait for reinforcements to launch an attack first. As a result, the peasants could not defeat the savages in the same number. This arrogant man was very pitiful. Not only did he defeat the entire army, but he also took advantage of his wealth.

Constance's name comes from the emperor Constance II, who was active on the front line of resistance to Arabia in the mid-7th century. This emperor defeated the Slavs of Scravenia and withstood the invasion of the Arabs. He also won many victories in Italy to the west. More importantly, he established the prototype of the military system. He was also an emperor with both civil and military skills, but he was finally assassinated in the bathroom.

Morris was a bigger figure. In the early seventh century, there was a powerful man among the Eastern Roman emperors who could beat Persians to the point of being beaten, cut soil and pay for money, seek alliances, and cut barbarians to cry and cry for their parents. He became a strong man who had crossed the Danube again in more than two hundred years. However, this guy was still cut to death by his own people.

As for me, I have no reason to be let go by the pervert who has an affinity in collecting names of emperors with outstanding military merits. My name is Nikifrus, which means "victor" in Greek. The source provider is a military god in history. He fucked the Arabs in Syria, and even called the "Sarasenite God of Death" by the Arabs! But what about the God of Death? The ending is that at night when I was sleeping, I was chopped to death by my nephew. The degree of tragedy is similar to that of Zhang Fei. I don't know if this guy has a language barrier below to communicate with Zhang Fei.

From Alexander who swept the world but died of illness on the way home, to Valence, who was defeated and killed in Europa, there was Constance who had all the civil and military skills but died in the bathroom murder case, and two people who were so frustrated by their own people. My father may think this is very tough, but I think the five of us can completely form a five-man group that collapsed before the middle of the road.

The turtle's energy, no, the resentment energy is shaking everywhere...

It's a bit of a reckless thought. I really don't know whether the cheap dad meant that we could have outstanding military achievements like the former, or as they were at the age of infinite beauty and great success in life, and then quickly died by various gods.

It is conceivable that when I was a child, I would do what I would do after I learned the origin of our names. I asked my father who had such a name, "Why don't you give us one, one is Caesar, the other is Octavian or Augustus?"

"I'm just a Caesar myself. You two want to get such a big bargain?" The guy replied to me so sourly.

In fact, according to tradition, the two sacred words Caesar and Augustus have long been listed from the naming list. Just like in China, you will name the children "Ah Cat", "A Dog", "Dog", but you will not name them "Emperor", "Overlord" and "God", unless you want your children to live in the second half of their lives more creative and constructive than Provadas Sebalas, the old scum.

Speaking of which, the ancient waters and soil were really not suitable to raise talents with rich imagination like Picasso. The ancient Chinese Brigades and authoritative people who gave Qin Shihuang the title of Emperor were considered creative. They knew that they took two words from each of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors to put them together instead of directly taking the names of Huangdi, Zhuanxu, Emperor Ku, Yao and Shun on the forehead of the old man Ying Zheng. In contrast, foreign countries were very simple, and they directly deducted the names of Caesar and Octavia.

I don’t know what Qin Shihuang felt when he was proposed to be called "Huangdi Zhuanxu Emperor, Ku Yaoshun". Fortunately, Alexander’s successor was not like Caesar. He did not have an heir named Octavian. Otherwise, the emperor living in the Celestial Empire would feel very stressed. He probably thought that the person who was doing the same business in the west was Caesar Augustus, but it was also possible that after knowing that the ruler who was sitting in the same position in the west was called the pressure, he gave birth to a feeling of mutual appreciation and involuntary emotion.

And now my old brother Alexander puts more pressure on people than Sands.

I don't know how much pressure the contemporaries who surrounded the Greek Emperor Alexander in the past were, but I know that the pressure on my shoulders is quite high. The current Alexander, my brother, wants to become a man like Caesar and Augustus! The implication is that he wants to make this name sacred by establishing a series of great achievements, and in his words, let the latecomer come sooner or later.

According to my understanding, he wants to conquer the world, and then add another name to the future ruler's name. Of course, he cannot kill all directions by himself. This is neither Western fantasy nor Eastern fantasy. There is no divine character, no fighting spirit, and no magic. Even if Alexander can outsize the group with force, he will not be able to shoot a vital energy bomb and use a move to break the earth. At most, he will fight lions with force, and he will go into the water to fight hippos. After my fourteen years of observation, Alexander did not carry a system that could consume some scrolls and summon thousands of troops, nor was he lucky enough to be able to pick up any martial arts secrets and get genetic modifications that lead to physical mutation. In other words, if my brother wants to conquer the world, he has to rely on the people around us.

Well, the slogan of being enemies with the world is the second most, but I know that the world in Alexander's mind is actually just so big that it is to circle the Mediterranean. When chatting with people in the future, you can just say "Can you go to the bathtub that I circled in my house to take a bath?". I feel a little thankful, but fortunately he has no vision to expand into the universe, otherwise one day he would get a mission to get an alien creature like the zenith. In fact, if Alexander's ambition was achieved, I would be very distressed, because I dare not imagine what the slogan "Haier, Alexander" would be like when a large group of people paid the highest respect to their rulers.

I think this is nonsense and unlikely?

What is impossible for this world to be impossible even if the Eastern Roman Empire, which should have been chopped up by a turkey in the fifteenth century?
Chapter completed!