It hurts, because of the nervous tension, I feel that the pain in my neck has expanded dozens of times in an instant, almost to the point of intolerability.

"We've tried our best to save your deserving life, but they won't allow it for the sake of the truth!" Anthony stood up straight, which made him look at me as if I were condescending, as if I were really like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and he was the executioner. In my eyes, the black cross on the golden laurel wreath on his head was very conspicuous, and it seemed to me to be even more dazzling than the golden glittering laurel wreath.

No wonder Guy's current anger makes him so furious, it turns out that they are in a gang! Although I looked weak, I had not lost my will in my heart, and I was able to think on my own.

"What? Don't you beg me for mercy? A guy who has lost his role! Anthony grinned, and the iron sword on my shoulder with his right hand gradually sank into my flesh.

My heart was calm at this time, and I slowly closed my eyes, leaving only the rest of the time to look up to the sky and sigh, laughing at myself, I never expected to die not on the battlefield, but at the hands of the guy I trusted.

"Any last words?" Anthony's tone was full of disdain: "I don't think you need to talk more nonsense, save your strength to complain to God!" ”

As he spoke, Anthony swung his sword against my throat as he prepared to pull hard.

"Enough!"

The huge shout from behind Anthony frightened Anthony himself's hands for a moment, and he quickly turned his head to see Aetius, only to see him standing up and staring at Antony, his face expressionless, but all the words conveyed by that look were a warning to Antony.

"Your Excellency?"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Antony quickly withdrew his iron sword and turned his head to look at Aetius. His voice was immediately very soft, and it seemed that he was still very jealous of Aetius. Antony trembled, panicked and sheathed his sword, stepped aside, and left the best position to face me to Aetius.

I was so weak, I don't know how long I had been in a coma, and now my lips were chapped, but I still had to face the gloomy face of Aetius.

"Give me a glass of water!"

My throat was about to smoke, my mouth was open, my voice was hoarse, and I confess that my voice was as small as a mosquito. Aetius leaned over his ear and beckoned behind him, "Bring me a glass of water." ”

The officer in his entourage, yes, was Levi's fellow, and he hurriedly handed over a delicate wine glass filled with a glass full of clear water.

Aetius took the cup and fed me water himself. This was far beyond my expectations, I was so thirsty that I couldn't move because my hands and feet were tied, so I had to stretch my neck and pout to drink the water in the glass. The water was just the most basic river water, and I drank the water in the cup little by little, and to be honest, the water gave me a really sweet feeling.

"Ask!"

Although I still feel a little unfinished, there is only so much water, and the pain I am now having a little over is enough to make me extremely grateful. I said bluntly, "Whatever you want to ask, I'll tell you the truth!" ”

"I don't need to ask you anything, Aurius. Luga! Aetius still had a straight face, expressionless, and he couldn't tell what kind of feelings he was holding at this time.

After just a few seconds, Aetius turned around, looked at the people behind him, spread his hands and said loudly, "I don't think Aurius. Luga is responsible for Guy's disappearance, and as you can see, the more than 200 people who retreated unanimously confessed that they had been attacked. ”

"But, Lord Aetius!" Antony, who was the first to disagree with what Aetius had said, stepped forward, pointed at me and said in a deep voice, "We have every reason to think that he knows where Guy is, but on the contrary, what if he deliberately caused this wound in the chest?" ”

What a sophistry, Anthony deserves to be a veteran senate politician, and through his mouth, the white is said to be black. I don't have the strength to refute his sophistry, and I think everyone present can see his lie!

"This explanation is very far-fetched, Lord Anthony!"

Sure enough, Aetius was the first to question, pointing at Antony and saying, "You want to give it to Aurius without my consent. Luga's execution was already disrespectful to me, and now I doubt that you have the audacity to ignore my existence. ”

Antony was deflated, he must have succumbed to the power of Aetius, his face was blue and red, but this setback was nothing to this veteran politician!

"So, let's think about it."

Seeing that he couldn't convince Aetius, Antony shifted his target to everyone present, he stretched out his right index finger and tapped his temple and continued: "A centurion, it stands to reason that he is the least likely to be injured, except for the centurion of the hundredth team who died in battle, none of the centurions who retreated together were injured, but why is there only Aurius. Luga seriously injured? ”

"What if they were accidentally wounded in the scuffle?"

There were doubts in the crowd again.

"Good question!" Anthony seemed excited, as if the question had unconsciously paved the way for him to start a new discourse. This talkative fellow, smiling at this time, holding his head high and giving people a confident voice, said in a voice like a bell: "Gentlemen! As we all know, our legion of centurions is formed, and the centurions are the key objects of protection for the soldiers, and if there is evidence, then the two centurions who were standing outside the camp tent at this time and were unscathed are the best examples. But let's look at Aurius. Luga. He pointed to the freshly bandaged wound on my chest and said, "Why did he get an injury for no reason, could it really be the Germanic people?" The gentleman just said it well, scuffle, but a considerable part of the retreating soldiers were Orrius. Under Luga's command, how can this be explained? ”

As a member of the Senate, I looked around at the people who frequently nodded yes, and I didn't know whether to praise Anthony for his good arguments or scold everyone for their stupidity!

"Lord Aetius!"

The old voice called his name, and Aetius turned his head, and I looked with him, and saw the priest in his robes, the old priest, trembling in his hand, holding the golden cross and sitting on the platform, the old man needed to be served, but the years did not change his deep gaze. He coughed softly and covered his mouth with his empty fists, as if he had accepted very systematic etiquette.

"Oh? Father Garba! Aetius's tone softened considerably, and he faced Father Garba, but his high chest still couldn't hide his infallibility.