Cold weapons are a man's romance

"Is this the dog who always dislikes you?"

Looking at the large dog lying lazily basking in the sun by the dog house, Roman asked Cesar.The dog looked old. Although Cesar had raised it since he was a child, because the life span was different from that of humans, when Cesar was still a young man, the dog was considered an old man.

"Yes, that's it." Cesar was also full of disgust, but his tone was very doting.

Mr. Blackson owned a stately villa, where Cesar spent his turbulent teenage years.As an adult he moved out, into the small apartment covered in Roman posters.But for him, the Blackson family's villa is still like "home", a place worthy of nostalgia.

The owner of the villa invites Roman to come as a guest.Roman and Mr. Blackson have met and talked many times, but they still feel very panic-he wants to meet Cesar's parents as Cesar's lover!

Fortunately, Mr. Blackson was quite kind to him.He set up afternoon tea in the gazebo in the garden (it is located near the dog house), and entertained guests with gentlemanly etiquette. He was not as aggressive as the old man who was annoyed that his child was taken away, but rather polite, with an indescribable kind of speech The gratitude, as if Roman took away a little bastard who had been a headache for him for many years.

Halfway through afternoon tea, the doorbell rang.The harsh ringing of the bell came from the gate outside the garden.Mr. Blackson is old, but the family does not hire a nanny. Maybe he still has confidence in his physical strength.

"Cesar, go and open the door." The old man ordered.In the absence of servants, the young naturally had to run errands for the old.

"What kind of tone are you talking about!" Cesar was unhappy, "From now on, there is only one person who can command me!"

"Okay Cesar, go and open the door." The only person in the world who is qualified to command Caesar of the Sword smiled helplessly.

Only now Cesar reluctantly left his seat, muttering all the way, complaining that Roman had gotten along with the old man so quickly.

"How can you bear his character?"

asked Mr. Blackson after he left.Listening to the tone is not an awkward chat with Roman, but a curiosity and confusion about this strange phenomenon from the bottom of my heart.

"I'm used to it. And after getting used to it, I think he's pretty cute." Roman shrugged.

Mr. Blackson looked admiringly. "I thought he'd never find a man who could stand him. Seems like if you live long enough, you're bound to see miracles happen, don't you?"

"It's a miracle for me too."

If meeting and saving is a miracle, then such a miracle happened to the two of them twice.Roman once thought that he would be trapped in the shadow of failure all his life, but now he no longer has those unwilling dreams.Yes, there are some regrets in the past, but life is long, and he must grasp the future.Go on bravely in order to no longer have regrets.Now his dreams were filled with dazzling silver—the color of moonlight and steel, and what was even more wonderful was that even when he opened his eyes, those shining silver lights were still with him.

"I heard that you have changed your career as a commentator now?" The old man changed the subject.

"Yes, it was a job introduced by a friend, mainly commenting on sports events. I also hosted the historical reenactment campaign with her last week."

"The one Cesar was in? I thought he wasn't interested in that stuff."

He wasn't interested, but he was dragged into the water by someone who was interested... Roman couldn't help recalling that night when the fire was so bright.

***

Bingba does not have obvious seasons and off-seasons like some sports. Basically, there are various games throughout the year, but games and activities in some seasons are obviously more frequent than others.For example, from spring to autumn is the peak of historical reenactment battles. Considering that ancient winters generally do not use weapons, it makes sense to respect history when restoring battles, but more importantly, no one wants to wear heavy clothes in winter. A fights back and forth with others.

After about a month of organization and rehearsal, the historical restoration campaign of "Dungal's Prison Break" finally officially kicked off.More than two hundred actors staged a thrilling rescue battle in the castle.According to the script, some people feigned an attack in front of the castle gate to attract the attention of the defenders, while another part of the elite troops took the opportunity to climb the city wall and enter the castle to rescue the Duke.

The general process is similar to the rehearsal, except that during the official performance, everyone followed the script seriously, and no one changed into a holy warrior who entered the zodiac... The only difference is that, as one of the "loyal prison robbers", Roman retired from acting to take on the role of...

"Good evening, audience friends! I'm Alisa!"

"I'm Roman."

"Today, we will bring you the live commentary of the historical reenactment campaign 'Dungal Prison Escape'."

Introduced by Alisa, Roman got an interview opportunity.His extensive experience in sporting events impressed the interviewers so much that he landed the job as a commentator.And Alisa also accepted the task of the TV station, and partnered with Roman to host this historical restoration campaign.

This is Roman's first appearance in front of the camera as a commentator.The two of them "do as the Romans do when they enter the country", and like the actors participating in the battle, they also wore traditional Irish national costumes that conform to the history. (This outfit was later complained by Cesar as a princess and a goblin. Cesar slept on the sofa that night.)

The flames were blazing in front of the main gate of the castle, and the feint attacking troops had already begun to fight.They erected siege ladders and climbed up against the stones (made of foam) dropped by the defenders.The defenders stabbed with their spears, but the attacking party was brave and good at fighting, and quickly climbed to the top of the city.Some unfortunate "injured" people were carried off by medical staff dressed as nuns, but they quickly wiped the dust off their faces and continued to fight.Lying on a stretcher and paddling for fish will be scolded by the director.

On the other side, elite troops also quietly sneaked into the city.They assassinated the patrolling guards, left a lot of corpses, and found their way into the castle.

"The prison robber encountered stubborn resistance from the guards in the castle! They split into two groups, blocking the guards all the way, and climbing the tower to rescue the Duke..."

Roman decently analyzed the strategy of the prison robbers.Alicia gave him a grateful look.To be honest, she couldn't figure out what these people were doing, so she could only follow Roman's words: "The rescue team and the defenders fought fiercely to the death..."

She paused, turned off the microphone, and asked Roman in a low voice: "Are their acting skills so realistic? Isn't this playing too realistic?"

"Because they are fighting for real..." Roman said feebly.

The rescue team headed by Cesar fought fiercely with the defenders headed by Vincenzo.Both sides wore armor, helmets, and blunt weapons, so this "exhibition match" was forced to become a small-scale BOTN.Roman can almost imagine Cesar's inner roar: I hate BOTN the most!

They fought with swords and swords for a while, and the defenders were finally obediently defeated according to the script.At about the same time, a divided rescue team successfully rescued the Duke from the prison on the top of the tower.There was only one person in the team, and the messy red hair was sticking out under the helmet, making it look like the owner was grumpy and surly.The "Duke" narrowed his eyes, contentedly hugged by the red-haired princess.

"Why are you so fucking heavy!" Alex said with difficulty, "Did you really take off the prosthesis? Are there other parts of your body that are also fake, replaced with alloys or something?"

"If you want to know, you can come and see for yourself." Nolan licked his lips, "After the performance is over..."

"Damn it! Who wants to see it!"

"I don't mind."

"I fucking mind!"

Alex groaned and carried his brother downstairs, taking special care not to make the same mistake as Roman.This time he was holding a big living person in his arms, if he slipped and rolled down the stairs, His Excellency the Duke might die on the spot.

Cesar and others have "eliminated" the guards.Wannian's second child and trio were lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, while exchanging boring glances.Alex handed Nolan to Cesar and wiped off his sweat.After switching to Cesar's back, the duke's complexion is not so good.He commanded the rescue team to escape from the castle with disgust, and his bossy tone almost made Cesar throw him off the wall.If so, history may have to be rewritten.

They lowered His Excellency the Duke from the city wall to the ground with ropes, and then sent out a firework signal, telling the feigned attacking troops that they had been rescued.His lordship was transported by loyal men to a nearby knoll, where he stood overlooking the castle's tall, broken spire.The subordinates on standby prepared a temporary throne for the Duke, and after he escaped from birth, the Duke sat there to give a speech of freedom and reward his subordinates at the same time.

The battle of history repeating itself basically ends here.In order to celebrate the Duke's rescue and the successful performance, there was a grand fireworks display and song and dance celebration at the end.The actors no longer play their roles in the play, but enjoy the celebration feast in small groups, talking and laughing.Viewers are also free to take photos with them.

The filming of the TV station has come to an end, and the rest is to shoot some behind-the-scenes shots of "The Duke and the people have fun together", and then interview relevant personnel for future editing of documentaries.These tasks can be handed over to Alisa, and Roman will sneak aside during the work break, enjoying the rare cleanliness after a busy day.

"Next time Humphrey invites you to participate in any suspicious activities, be sure to decline!" Cesar walked behind him and took off the scarred helmet.

"I think you're okay? You haven't been beaten into a hemiplegia." Roman said with a smile.

"I'm paralyzed, just take care of me for the rest of my life!"

"Even if you don't have hemiplegia, I still have to take care of you for the rest of your life."

"I'm not disabled!" Cesar protested.

"There is no disability in the body, but not in the brain."

Cesar puffed up his cheeks like an angry puffer fish, but couldn't argue.When will he get rid of the problem of speaking without thinking, and when will Roman take back this harsh comment.

Golden flowers bloomed in the distant night sky, and the flames illuminated the faces of the two people on the top of the city.

"Cesar, do you remember what you said to me once." Roman said, "You said 'you are my hero'. I just realized that it was because of that sentence that I took up the sword and fought till the end. Now."

"Isn't it because you've seen "Lord of the Rings" or something?" Cesar knew a thing or two about Roman's hobbies in the second year of middle school, and they all got the news through Alisa.

"I learn swordsmanship not simply because I like swords, but because I like myself holding a sword. I want to be a hero who wields a sword and protects others. Although this is unlikely to happen in modern society, I still want to do my best. Can do something." Roman turned to Cesar, "Did you know that the hero in a drama novel is also called a 'hero'? I may not be the hero who saves the world, but I can be the master of myself protagonist of fate."

"And me?" Cesar asked, "what part do I play in your destiny?"

Roman racked his brains to think.It seems a little wrong to say that it is a heroine, but given the importance of Cesar, it must not be called a supporting role.

"...I am a hero, you are Caesar."

Cesar laughed out loud.The continuous whistle of fireworks came with the wind, but it still couldn't cover his wild laughter that was almost ecstasy.

"I am Caesar, then you are my co-emperor!"

He had had enough laughing, gazed at Roman in the flickering brilliant firelight, and exchanged lingering kisses.The light reflected on his flowing silver hair, and Roman closed his eyes, feeling as if he was drowning in the moonlight.

"Caesar consulted with the co-emperor," Cesar said solemnly, "when can we have a royal wedding?"

END