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Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?

Chapter 540: 50 Alarm

Author: Quiet Blessing
updatedAt: 2025-08-24

Chapter 540: Chapter 50 Alarm

The Giotto Bell, Aske certainly knew what that was.

According to legend, every time the Magic Tide rose by one cycle, it would move clockwise by 2.5 degrees, inching half an hour closer to “doomsday midnight.”

Of course, apart from the Magic Tide, major plot events could also trigger the movement of the Giotto Bell.

Take the “Undead Heavenly Disaster” expansion pack as an example; when the Banshee Queen Minerva led the Undead Army to conquer the Iberian Peninsula, the Giotto Bell directly rotated by 10 degrees.

However, with the end of the expansion pack and the players’ successful efforts to halt the Undead Army south of the Pyrenees, the Giotto Bell turned back by 7.5 degrees.

So, this thing could bounce back and forth and wasn’t very rare. It’s just that jumping to 10 o’clock this time was indeed a bit exaggerated, and Aske was more inclined to believe that a major plot event had occurred within Solomon City, causing the supercomputer to detect a great threat.

In the game world of “Song of Iron and Fire,” players would have already started feverishly discussing and searching by now. Not to mention the Church Court trying to enforce a curfew—even if the streets were filled with nefarious mines, players would still turn Solomon City upside down.

Sadly, in this world, he could only explore on his own.

Hmm, could it be related to the last attack on the Thirteen Families?

Leading everyone away from the hotel following Nora’s parents, the group outside saw the streets filled with Temple Knights patrolling. But the state of these transformed soldiers was somewhat strange… Many of them were one-eyed, with the other eye socket empty, as if they had removed the prosthetic eyes that were usually there.

Also, their high-tech limbs, originally covered with bionic silicone indistinguishable from normal skin, were now replaced with old-fashioned mechanical prosthetics, making their movements extremely cumbersome.

Just then, the surrounding lights all went out at once. The entire city’s neon lights, searchlights, holographic projections, and even the most common incandescent and fluorescent lights, all lost their radiance at the same time.

The third surge of the Magic Tide had suddenly arrived.

At the hotel entrance, the secretary had already picked up a clean energy lamp, opened the car doors for everyone—the vehicles had also been replaced with old-fashioned internal combustion engine cars, purely mechanical structures, without any circuits inside.

Clearly, the Lixini Family had been well-prepared for this surge of the Magic Tide.

By the time everyone got back to the Lysine Building, it was already 10 p.m. Kapaxilin and her father got directly into the elevator for the top floor and held a family board meeting through the night.

Nora, on the other hand, was taken away by her mother, as they were going to sleep together that night.

The rest went back inside Fire Island, leaving Medea in the Real Plane to watch over the Ancient Book.

Though still unclear about what major plot mission was unfolding, Aske decided to go to bed first, as it was already late.

After washing up and changing into his pajamas, he saw a little white mouse sitting on his pillow, pink little paws held in front of its chest.

“Peggy…” Aske sighed, pinched her tail, and lifted her up, but the little mouse’s body quickly inflated and transformed into a pretty and lively Blood Clan girl, who hugged him tightly and forcefully.

“Aske!” she wailed with a sobbing tone, “Have you been doing something behind my back with Nora?”

Aske: ………

“First, that’s just your delusion,” Aske said as he pulled her off himself, “Secondly, you shouldn’t just bluntly ask me something like this, it’s impolite.”

“Lastly, don’t sneak into my bedroom at night. While you as a Blood Clan might not need sleep, I do.”

He grasped Peggy’s shoulders, turned her towards the door, and then pushed her out of the room.

The ejected Blood Clan girl just gave an “oh,” seemingly without suspicion, as she absolutely obeyed Aske’s words. However, right as Aske was about to close the door, Peggy suddenly held the door with one hand and placed her other hand on her delicate lips.

“Ah?” Aske was baffled.

“I want a goodnight kiss,” the Blood Clan girl blinked.

Aske calmly pulled her hand away and then unhesitatingly closed the door, locking it behind him.

“Ah, I’m just too popular, what to do?” Aske thought to himself as he lay in bed for a while before pulling the quilt back over and going back to sleep.

Early next morning.

After Aske had washed up and changed, he opened the door to his room and saw Peggy sitting in the corridor, lost in thought.

“What are you doing?” Aske asked curiously, “Did you stay outside my room all night?”

“I wanted to see if Nora would ambush you overnight!” Peggy declared righteously, “If she had some secret affair with you, she might have taken advantage of the night to go back to Fire Island and meet with you privately!”

“So now it’s proven that you were just imagining things, right?” Aske said with a mix of laughter and tears as he ruffled her dark hair, “Stop being silly, go do your morning prayers! Don’t forget about today’s training plan.”

He teleported to the Main Plane, while Peggy stared at where he had disappeared, dazed for a long moment, before smiling shyly and sweetly.

The Squad Leader just now, he affectionately stroked my head.

Arriving at the Real Plane, Aske saw Medea lying in bed, fast asleep, with half of her shoulder and her entire thigh exposed outside the quilt.

This person, can’t she be a bit more aware of her image… Aske silently covered her with the quilt, then left the bedroom.

Upon entering the living room, Vesta’s voice suddenly sounded above his head.

“Lord Aske, Miss Kapaxilin and Lord Marcus are waiting for you on the top floor, would it be convenient for you to go over?”

“Yeah,” Aske nodded his assent and turned to walk toward the elevator.

Regarding the Lixini Family’s reason for seeking him out, Aske had roughly guessed some of it, probably related to yesterday’s arrival of the Magic Tide and the alarm.

After all, his main job was as a mercenary specialized in handling urgent matters.

Entering the meeting room, Aske saw Marcus, Valian, Nora, and Kapaxilin all there, seemingly just finished with a family meeting.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you for the first time, Lord Aske, I am Valian Valerius Lysinius,” said the Valian Bishop as he stepped forward to shake hands, “the current cardinal of the Church Court.”

“Nice to meet you,” Aske said politely.

“Well then, I’ll just briefly convey the Church’s intentions to everyone,” the Valian Bishop said.

Although Valian must have already discussed the situation with his family before Aske’s arrival, he now acted as if he were explaining it for the first time, starting from scratch for everyone (actually for Aske):

“Just a few days ago, we detected an increase in the Magic Power tide, and predicted that the Magic Tide would likely occur last night.”

“The Church has ample experience in this regard. We immediately communicated the situation to the public and the business community and launched a formal Magic Tide response plan. However, around 19:46 last night, the Giotto Bell, which prophesies the day of civilization’s end, suddenly moved.”

“The hour hand jumped to 10,” he said gravely.

“Under normal circumstances, the Magic Tide would only cause the Giotto Bell to move 2.5 increments, right?” Kapaxilin said, arms crossed and leaning against the floor-to-ceiling windows, “And it moves only when the Magic Tide occurs.”

“That’s right,” the Valian Bishop agreed, “So it doesn’t seem to be caused by the rise of the Magic Tide.”

“In fact, the movement of the Giotto Bell is connected to the output port of Raphael’s convolution network, and the logic within the convolution network is chaotic. Therefore, we have a visualized queue processing procedure inside Raphael’s program. When Raphael detects major threat items, it tracks all factors within the convolution network for 72 hours, goes through visual logic processing, and then surfaces the analysis so the Church can read the specific reason for the threat.”

“However, because the Magic Tide was about to arrive, your supercomputer didn’t have time to process it,” Marcus said, his electronic pipe dangling from his mouth, coldly.

“Yes, Father,” Valian nodded, “The arrival of the Magic Tide was unusually fast and would soon cause a power failure for Raphael. Therefore, we could only record all the data from the convolution network temporarily after Raphael sounded the alarm, and engraved it on the Mechanical Column Board.”

“Then we hoped to analyze the reason for the alarm using the recorded state data after Raphael was reconstructed during the period of civilization recovery.”

“In fact, when the Magic Tide arrived last night, we only managed to replicate 73% of the convolution network. Until early this morning, when Raphael was reconstructed, we had Raphael analyze the 73% of data with logical processing.”

“However, it failed.”

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