Greeks: Eastern Rome is Rome!
Germans: The Holy Roman Empire is Rome too!
Ottomans: Green Rome is Rome too!
Russians: The Three Romes are Rome too!
Mussolini: Silla is also—
Korea: That's right, Silla is Rome too!
Indians: Vijayanagara is Rome too!
So Roland was Rome too. What was wrong with that?
"—What kind of nonsense is this?" Nightwing said. "Did you learn history from Roland?"
"I was a top student at the same school as Wally. Are you questioning me?" Francis asked.
"I really couldn't tell." Nightwing curled his lip. "You seem just like Roland—magnetic fields wired into your brain, fists doing your thinking for you."
"That's how magnetic field powerhouses are." Francis shrugged. "Even though I can only use electric current propulsion right now, I still have my complete realm, so there's not much difference."
"Of course not." Francis shook her head. "Rachel and I have the same profession. We're both astrologers. I'm an old hand at fooling people."
"I thought you were her assistant and bodyguard."
"Of course not. I really can read the stars." Francis took out a copy of the Book of Supreme World Ordering. "You underestimate me.
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Its forty-eight volumes of prophetic verses were created by Shao Kangjie, an extraordinary man of the Song Dynasty. They could divine a person's fate from the eight characters corresponding to the date and hour of their birth.
The ancients had composed more than ten thousand prophetic verses and passed down the methods of calculation to later generations. Many people knew how to calculate and look up the verses, but only a magnetic field powerhouse like Landau Tianwu could truly understand how the ancients had created them and elevate the mysteries of calculating fate to an indescribable realm.
"Didn't Roland tell you not to read that?" Nightwing