"Heh. That little trick was nowhere near my dad's level." Marcus tucked the Golden Cudgel back into his ear. "What now? It's time to make our move, right?"
"You two rally the others and attack the city. I'll go see Nero." Roland looked toward the Imperial Palace. "Once you've dealt with the Roman soldiers, get over here as fast as you can and help me gang up on him."
"Could you show a little class?" Marcus complained.
"When the Heavenly Court fought your dad, they sent a hundred thousand celestial soldiers and generals at him. What's so strange about that?"
"That was embarrassing too, okay?" Marcus rolled his eyes. "Wasn't the Great Sage Equal to Heaven the one who came out of that battle famous?"
"Well, the three heroes made a name for themselves fighting Lü Bu, didn't they?" Roland stretched, then vanished. "I'm going ahead. Try to be quick."
The Imperial Palace of Rome.
"You're here." Nero raised his enormous golden goblet in greeting.
"It was time I came," Roland said.
"A drink first?" Nero poured Roland a cup of wine from his goblet. "Even if we're going to fight, we can spare time for one drink, can't we?"
"We may share a golden cup, but our blades won't show mercy," Roland said with a sigh. "Still, I wouldn't dare drink your wine. After all, your
mother was killed by your poisoned wine."
"You don't have to put it quite so bluntly." Nero drained his cup. "I knew about it already, but I didn't expect you to be exactly as Sir Mordred described. When it comes to digging up someone's past, your knowledge of history really is remarkable."
"Mordred really tells you everything." Roland shook his head. "But how did he know about that?"
"You're famous in his world.