"Antoninus lost? What do you mean?" I asked him.Lucius replied vaguely, "The day you were taken by Roman, my duel with him ended." Four out of seven, I won.""Not two out of three?"lucius replied uncomfortably, "Never mind a few games, I won anyway.""Well," I said, "it's none of my business. It's just a game. I don't care if you win or lose.""You don't care about the result?""Of course not."A kid takes a game like that seriously!Lucius snorted, "That's what I thought."He stretched out and asked, "Do you have any food here? I'm a little hungry."He did not regard himself as a stranger at all, and had begun to dig in the refrigerator.Two people in a bunker suddenly burst into a dozen people, just preparing the ingredients can be exhausting.Fortunately, they were not idle, rushing to help wash vegetables and cut meat, almost pushed the table over.Even the meal was noisy.The fir

Once the hype is over, it's time to start preparing for our roving pitch. The first presentation was downtown. It's where the last parade was. Only this time it wasn't Antoninus in armor on the stage, it was me. He didn't show up, so I, the president's personal secretary, had to deliver his campaign message instead. I don't know much about Antoninus' politics, but at least I know what he did, and I have something to say about it. I don't know if the advertisements all over the street played a role, and when I took the stage to preach, the audience came to be particularly large. I even saw a lot of professional reporters and cameras standing in the audience. Good flow of propaganda, actually made a press conference sense. The dark camera came over, and I panicked for a while. However, I was more disturbed by the questions they asked. "How do you and the president know each other?" 'What? I suspect I misheard. But then someone asked, "I hear you and the president have a son