"So, I read the letter and found it." Luga's right arm rested on the table, and his five fingers kept tapping on the wooden table in front of him, making a "click-......" sound.

The room was surprisingly quiet, and the sunlight from outside shone through the window in this modest room, which was fortunately lit up by the extinguished oil lamp.

The flask had already bottomed out, and all that was left was two glasses filled with the last wine and an oil lamp that had long since run out of oil.

The young man was still looking at Luga, trying to show that he was listening to Luga's memories very hard, for fear that he had missed something.

Even though his eyes were red, he could even see the bloodshot in the not over-lit room.

"That's my story!" Luga pursed his chapped lips, and he sighed deeply, accompanied by a rapid gasp, yes, he was so tired, never, never able to talk to a man all night until dawn the next day.

"Oh, oh, is it over?" The young man came back to his senses for a long time, and he quickly sat up straight, as if he was still unsatisfied.

"I'm very sorry, Caesar, I, I've disturbed your precious rest, I'm just, I'm just very curious, curious about your life, after all, in Rome the most authoritative historian can't sing your life." The young man spoke faster and faster, and you could tell from the side that his tone was so excited, and you could even see the tears shining in his slightly narrowed eyes. "I, I didn't expect that I would be able to hear Caesar tell your own life, oh my God, it is so, such a great honor, I, I simply, die without regrets!"

"Hey, you're not allowed to say things like that." Seeing this young man crying with joy, Lu Jia hurriedly comforted: "You are still young, you know? Child, your future road will be full of glory, but now, knowing the secret affairs of Augustus, you should live well, otherwise, my strength for this day will be wasted! ”

"Yes, yes, yes, Caesar!" The young man couldn't stop sobbing and gradually wiped the tears that kept flowing from his eyes, "I should live a good life, and I should not live up to your expectations of Caesar." ”

"Can you tell me your name? Youngster. ”

"Sidonius. Apollinaris, a native of Orleans, I have seen you on the streets of Orleans and your victory on the battlefield of Chalon, so I looked everywhere for your story, from Orleans, Ludinan, Narpen, Genoa, Milan, Ravenna, and finally to Rome! ”

"Thank you." For such a follower, Luga was indeed a little flattered, he did not expect that in such a desperate era, there would be such an obsession with a guy.

All kinds of emotions are just a thank you at such a time, and you can reply to it.

"Okay, okay!" Luga picked up his glass and slowly stood up.

He came to the window and faced the sunlight, which shone on his splendid armor and reflected the light that brought the whole dim room into a light.

"Looks like it's time to say goodbye, Apollinaris." Luga turned his head to the side and raised his glass to Apollinarius, "This is my happiest day, to be able to confide in someone I don't know, whether it is any troubles or joys, all of it, yes, I have never been so honest, just because of a letter and a jug of wine, even my best friends did not know so much, I always maintain the appearance of Augustus in front of the world, which gives me immortal authority, but it also makes me more and more lonely." I think this is the king, the king is born lonely! ”

After speaking, Luga raised his glass to Apollinarius, then tilted his head and drank the wine from the glass.

Apollinaris wanted to say something, but Luga didn't intend to give him any explanation, just like parting, it should be neat and not mixed with any feelings.

Luga turned and placed the empty glass on the table, and then opened the door, and there were already guards standing outside, and Malenius was at the forefront, and when he saw Luga, he hurriedly saluted, and stepped aside.

Looking at the tired appearance of the guards present, they have stood here from yesterday's dusk to today's noon, how tired they are, it must be self-evident.

"Let's go, let's go back!"

Looking at them, Luga somehow had a sour nose and saw that tears were about to fall.

But he gently searched his red and swollen eyes, and still complained: "I haven't slept this night, it's really exhausting that people want to fall asleep." ”

But none of the soldiers present knew that he did this just to hide himself, and then secretly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

After all, as Augustus, you can't let the world see your fragile side, no matter how sentimental it is, you can't let anyone see it.

"What a blessing." Lu Jia shook his head slightly, pretending to stroke his forehead, and sighed: "I have a headache, I should go back and rest." ”

Malenius nodded in response and helped Luga into the carriage.

"Caesar! Caesar! ”

Apollinaris chased after him and stood outside Luga's carriage, his eyes were misty with tears and his lips trembling at the beginning of the house, not knowing what to say, but standing in the doorway, not knowing what to do.

"Go back, go back!" Luga waved his hand at Apollinarius, "Take everything you have heard today, go back to Orleans, and now we make a pact with each other, that is, to be a secret between the two of us, a secret between Augustus and you, go back to our hometown, and keep this story alive, after all, no one can guarantee that the story told by people in the future will be as true as mine." ”

Before Apollinarius could nod in response, Luga's chariot and horse were already moving towards the city of Rome.

Apollinaris stood there, holding the already empty flask in both hands, with tears in his eyes, nodding at the dust raised by the distant carriage and horses!

"I really shouldn't run away anymore." Luga secretly pondered in her heart, "Now I don't know if I can hold on any longer, it's time, it's time to confess everything to Yudoria, and at least let her understand that I am her father, I am the one who can decide her future, not the Valentinian guy!" ”