Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　Ding, congratulations on your successful purchase of props: Treasure Rat. .

Chapter 164

　　A small treasure hunter whose abilities should not be underestimated.

　　It has a special ability to perceive the existence of "treasure", and it only took less than three minutes to successfully find a secret door behind a figure painting.

　　"What will it be?"

　　"Gold, or something else?"

　　Mordred, who was walking on the steps, looked at the golden room and thought with anticipation.

　　At this moment, the "greed" inherited from Morgan was already stirring in him.

　　Just, sorry.

　　When Mordred actually walked into this room hidden in the basement of the castle, he suddenly realized that it was not the place where he thought of hidden treasures.

　　But at the same time, Mordred has to admit that this is a real "treasure place".

　　Because it's full of books.

　　In the circular room, a super large circular bookshelf is four or five meters high.

　　On this bookshelf, all kinds of books are densely stacked, and it seems that at least three or four thousand books are starting.

　　But it made Mordred instantly have an urge to escape from here.

　　Wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind, but too much wisdom has the power to crush mankind.

　　Anyway, Mordred felt that even if you gave him an infinite lifespan, he would not be able to finish these books.

　　"It's almost like a library."

　　Mordred couldn't help sighing, and a pair of eyes involuntarily fell into a corner of the library.

　　There, a rather weak-looking beautiful girl with a kind of literary style all over her body was holding a thin booklet and reading it intently, as if she didn't notice Mordred's arrival at all. .

　　Mordred walked over, wanting to see what the girl was reading, and she was so absorbed in reading.

　　Even the handsome man himself was ignored.

　　But, sorry.

　　When Mordred tried to look at it, the strange characters that seemed to be paintings appeared in this booklet, but they kept reminding him, who is a scumbag, that this is not what he should be watching. field.

　　However, at this time.

　　The literary girl sitting in a chair reading a book suddenly spoke:

　　"This book is "On Nature"~〃."

　　"The manuscript of Heraclitus."

　　"Although the content is full of errors and omissions, and even some fantasy, it is quite interesting to read carefully."

　　The girl said in a cheerful tone, as if she was introducing a kind old friend to Mordred.

　　But it just made Mordred laugh.

　　He knew that in a field that didn't belong to him, he'd better say less.

　　"who are you?"

　　Mordred, who did not want to continue on this topic, began to forcibly change the topic.

　　However, Mordred felt that this was really absurd.

　　Obviously he is the real intruder, but why, the girl in front of him is even more calm than him?

　　So that even such a simple question has to be asked by him?

　　However, in the next moment.

　　When a surprised expression suddenly appeared on the face of the girl in front of him, Mordred understood that she might have misunderstood something.

　　"You don't even know me?"

　　The girl asked back in surprise, as if she had discovered something unbelievable.

　　"Didn't you send them here?"

　　I can tell.

　　After learning the news, the literary girl breathed a sigh of relief in silence.

　　"Well, it turns out to be pretending to be calm!"

　　Mordred sighed silently in his heart, and his evaluation of this girl couldn't help but improve.

　　Don't look at him as a scumbag, but he still respects these cultural people very much.

　　And like this kind of cultural person who can accept death calmly when he is dying, and can even say "this book is very interesting to read", that is even more admiration from the heart.

　　From this young girl, Mordred saw the scholarly demeanor left over from the time of Socrates.

　　only--

　　"I don't like Socrates."

　　"I'm a fan of the Stoics."

　　The girl shook her head and said slowly.

　　Then, as if she suddenly remembered something, she stood up from the chair and started the much-late self-introduction.

　　"My name is Cato."

　　"Marcus Polchius Cato."

　　The literary girl said proudly.

　　It's a special name.

　　Because of this name, it has a history of nearly seven hundred years.

　　This name has been passed down from generation to generation by the masters of the family since the old Cato who was known to everyone.

　　And Mordred asked the system to know who this old Cato was.

　　"A Roman consul who was active in the second century BC, a famous statesman and writer during the republic."

　　"His achievement, the first collection of essays written in Latin in Roman history."

　　"However, it was his grandson, Cato Jr., who really stood out."

　　".¨He was a staunch supporter of the Roman Republic, but he met the Roman conqueror, Caesar, destined to go down in history."

　　"He who did not want to live in the world ruled by Caesar refused to let Caesar have the right to forgive him, and chose to commit suicide."

　　"So much so that Caesar left the famous sentence [Cato, I resent your death, you resent me for preserving your life]."

　　This is the history of the entire Cato family.

　　With the establishment of the Roman Empire, the remnants of the republic could only hide in this dark basement and accomplish the purpose of escape by engaging in academic methods.

　　This is also the fundamental reason why there are so many books here.

　　The collections of the Cato family for more than [-] years are all here, thus making it a veritable "big library".

　　Just, it's a pity.

　　"The Roman Empire is gone."

　　"And the meaning of our family's existence... that's the end of it."

　　In the eyes of the girl, there was a trace of grief that could not be concealed.

　　This is a sad story.

(Zhao Li Zhao)

　　The Cato family was a staunch supporter of the Roman Republic - nothing has changed even today, seven hundred years later.

　　But now, let alone the Roman Republic.

　　Even the Roman Empire is dead.

　　Their persistence for more than seven hundred years is naturally meaningless.

　　However, at this time.

　　Mordred couldn't help but speak.

　　"Isn't there still East Rome?"

　　He said casually—in his impression, the Eastern Roman Empire lasted until the fifteenth century, when it was destroyed by the nomads from the west, right?

　　Eastern Rome is still there, how can it be said that the Roman Empire has perished?

　　however--

　　The girl who heard Mordred's words widened her eyes and looked at Mordred with disbelief.

　　At the same time, her voice was directly raised an octave:

　　"Eastern Rome?"

　　"Can that also be called Rome?".

Chapter 165

　　Can Eastern Rome be considered Rome?

　　Mordred thought for a while and thought this was a somewhat inexplicable question.

　　"Eastern Rome is, of course, Rome."

　　Mordred said of course.