Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?-Chapter 497 - 9 Conversation and Listening

Solomon City, Flower Square.

"This is the largest flower distribution center in Solomon City," Nora explained to the girls. "You can find exotic flowers from various countries here." "Besides that, there are many other goods, such as fresh fruits and vegetables, beverages, or lovely headwear and clothing, etc. It has now become a must-visit shopping destination for Solomon women every day."

"Really?" Thira exclaimed, unable to help admiring the bustling shops filling the streets.

The girls’ prowess in shopping was comparable to the patience of men playing video games. By 7 p.m., they had already visited all the shops around Flower Square and were carrying bags full of various items.

"What’s that?" Sigrdrifa asked, looking at the huge round building across the square.

"That’s the Pompey Theater," Nora introduced. "Pompey was a famous general of the Ancient Solomon Republic during the Third Epoch, who was once an adversary of Caesar. He built a grand theater there to win over the hearts of the Roman people."

"Since the Pompey Family controlled the Giant Bloodline, the building has been nicknamed ’Giant Theater.’"

"And Caesar’s bloodline was?" Sigrdrifa curiously asked.

"Dragon." This time, Thira responded, "The bloodline of the Julius family is Giant Dragon."

"That’s right," Nora chimed in. "Caesar’s nephew, Octavian, also had the Dragon Bloodline. After Caesar was assassinated, he crushed the rebellion and eventually became the Roman Emperor. Since then, Augustus has become synonymous with the Dragon God."

"I remember the Saxon Family also has the Dragon Bloodline," Eleanor said.

"Otherwise, why would the Emperor of the Holy Solomon Empire call himself Augustus?" Thira said.

"What a pity," Sigrdrifa muttered. "If only Pompey had defeated Caesar back then, Augustus wouldn’t have become a byword for Dragon God... Maybe it could have been called ’Spirit of the Giant’? Giant Warrior?"

"Instead of relying on ancient people to make the Giant Bloodline famous, why not make the effort yourself, Sigrdrifa?" Medea joked. "If you could achieve what Caesar did, then when people talk about Transcendents with the Giant Bloodline, the first person they think of won’t be Pompey, but you."

"Good point," Sigrdrifa said, somewhat excited. "Then what nickname should I choose? Let’s get this straight, I don’t want to be called ’Augustus’—too many people have that name already."

"’Augustus’ means Holy One," Thira stated. "’Emperor’ is the meaning attributed to it by subsequent Solomon Emperors. Actually, what you are called isn’t important. As long as you accomplish great deeds, even without a nickname, future generations will be proud to mention your name."

"But I think this name is too common," Sigrdrifa said. "In the North, we like to give girls names with four syllables, like ’Sigrdrifa,’ ’Alvite,’ ’Jieluoluo,’ ’Heifu Yote,’ ’Alrun’—they all sound so unremarkable."

"Perhaps you could try adding an ’appearance feature’ descriptor?" Eleanor suggested. "For instance, my ancestor, Otto the Great, had his hair permanently turn red due to the bloodline related to Flames. Everyone calls him ’Red-haired Otto.’ Doesn’t that sound much better than just ’Otto’?"

"That makes sense. Should I then be called ’White-haired Sigrdrifa’?" Sigrdrifa suddenly pondered.

"Too long."

"Twisted tongue."

"Hard to remember."

The girls unanimously agreed the nickname was terrible, leaving Sigrdrifa somewhat disheartened: "Really, is it my name that sounds unappealing?"

"Eh! How about this?" She suddenly lifted her head again, as if struck by a sudden idea, "Blek_Konge, ’Emperor of White’, how about that?"

"Firstly, the term ’Emperor’ exists only in the languages of the Solomon and Sirius," Thira, who was well-versed in the knowledge of nobility, analyzed. "For other nations, the concept of an ’Emperor’ is a borrowed term, so they generally use ’Caesar’ to refer to the ’Emperor’."

"So, if it were in the language of the Northern Realm, ’Emperor of White’ should be translated as ’Blek_Kejser’ (White Caesar). As for Konge, that means ’King’, which cannot represent ’Emperor’."

"But ’White Caesar’ sounds even stranger," Sigrdrifa complained. "Why should I choose a name from an ancient person from the end of the Third Epoch as my title? How do Solomon people pronounce ’Emperor’?"

"Imperator or Basileus," Thira said. "The former, Imperator, referred to a ’Marshal, Supreme Military Officer’ in the Third Epoch and evolved into the term for ’Emperor’ in the Fourth Epoch; the latter Βασιλεύς is a more modern term, meaning ’Ruler’."

"Hmm, I prefer the former," Sigrdrifa exclaimed enthusiastically, "Then my future nickname will be ’Blek_Imperator’, white Imperator! White Emperor! Wahahaha!"

The girls were speechless. You haven’t even started accomplishing anything, and you’ve already thought of a future imperial title; isn’t it a bit too early? Moreover, what is this bizarre combination of Northern Realm language mixed with Latin!

Wait a minute! Wasn’t this topic pointless from the start? Why didn’t we realize that, and seriously discussed it with her just now?

...

Everyone suddenly felt extremely tired and powerless, especially Thira, who felt so dizzy as if her intelligence had unconsciously been dragged down to the same level as Sigrdrifa’s, which was truly alarming.

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Solomon City, BI Monitoring Room.

The Priests were intently listening to the girls’ conversation.

To be precise, from the moment these R4 targets entered Solomon City, Raphael had allocated over 2000 high-priority processes to monitor these R4 targets around the clock, 24 hours a day. A massive amount of raw data was filtered and then examined again by the Priests in the BI Monitoring Room.

When they were in the Lysine Building, the monitoring data became exceptionally sparse because the network technology agreement signed between the Lysine Building and the Church Court did not allow Raphael to conduct excessively high-level surveillance—thus the Priest could only know which floor they were on and what room they were in.

But once these individuals left the Lysine Building, the BI monitoring team immediately entered into a three-shift emergency state. Their spoken words, facial expressions, body movements, and other massive details were collected by Raphael through the intelligent internet of things scattered in public places, filtered and visualized, then transmitted back to the priests, with each report being cross-reviewed by three bishop-level priests.

Particularly when it came to linguistic information, as the main form of human communication, over 90% of these data reports consisted of the girls’ incessant chatter, such as:

"Waxila, look at that giant bear sculpture; it’s so cute!"

"This headband really matches your aura, Peggy, do you want to buy it?"

"I want ice cream... but I must resist, Nora! You need to slim down this summer!"

Such trivial babble filled the reports, resembling the meaningless dialogues that set the stage in a B-movie, making it tediously boring.

Yet the priests patiently, albeit begrudgingly, reviewed each one, especially certain girls’ linguistic records.

Because, although equally classified as R4, the threat levels of each girl, both their averages and variances, turned out to be different.