"It's over, this time it's completely finished!" Luga said to himself, and he fled with Andrew like a lost dog from the city of Rome, which was full of senators.

The soldiers patrolling the road threw strange glances at this "senator" who was running all the way, they had no idea that there would be a walking senator at this time, it was really funny.

"Damn, shit, shit, shit!"

In a corner of the crowd, Luga could no longer restrain the anger in his heart. He swung his fist and smashed it into the tree in front of him, even if the skin on his hand was smashed and blood oozed from it. The pain in his hands was far less than the anxiety and pain in his heart, which made Luga torture even more.

"It's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous, it's all like a comedy, right in front of my eyes, so real and slowly unfolding."

Sitting on the big stone outside the city, Luga stroked his forehead with both hands, he was in pain, and there was no other way in his heart, seeing that it was less than a week, even if he went back, it would take him five days, then he only had one day, one day, that is, today, he was very full of time, or he never thought of failure, but this time he miscalculated, defeated in the hands of an elderly man.

"Why, why are you against me at this time!" Luga wanted to skin him alive, but this was bragging, and he couldn't even gather five hundred people now. What's more, Aetius knows his details, if he lets Aetius know that he has no one in his hands, he will naturally underestimate him, after all, a general who can't even pull up an army, only a fool will ally with him.

"Army, Army, Army!" Luga kept repeating the word. He was so angry now, the slow passage of time made it impossible for him to calm down and think about the next way, the army, the army, the army, the army, to maintain the army, there must be enough Dinaris, or Sulledus, but no, Luga has no money, he needs money, but he can't get any money.

"It's over, it's completely over!" Luga finally stopped, I am afraid that he could not hold back the pain in his hand any longer, his right hand trembled, and the flesh was already blurred on it.

"Luga!" Andrew hurriedly stopped him and persuaded him, "This is not the way to go. ”

"I know, I know!" Luga pushed Andrew away violently, kicked up the big tree in front of him, and used a lot of strength, so shocked that he took two steps back sharply, and sat on the ground with an unstable center of gravity.

"Damn, even a tree is going to bully me!" Luga was so dejected that he frantically threw his fists and pounded them on the ground like an angry child.

Time passed minute by minute, and soon it was noon, which was the hottest time, and many civilians who came and went outside the city of Rome saw a crazy guy sitting on the ground not far from the road and screaming, and they couldn't help but wonder if this guy had fallen into evil? Of course, this crazy guy is Luga, "Let's go back, let's go back!" Luga roared parched, the hot sun almost drained the last saliva from his mouth, he was parched, exhausted, fed up, tired, honest, he himself got up from the ground in a distraught, and took Andrew with him, looking embarrassed, and walked in the direction of the city of Rome. There were his horses there, and he thought in his heart that it was time to return to Ludug Gaul, and I was afraid that there would be very little left of the Fourth Auxiliary Regiment there, after all, they were all from the Eastern Empire, and they were not obliged to work for the Western Empire.

There was no step, but I only heard the sound of a carriage getting closer and closer in front of me, and the speed was very urgent, and it seemed that I was in a hurry. Luga didn't look up, but consciously ducked towards the side of the road. Unexpectedly, the carriage stopped beside Luga, but Luga didn't care about this, he just kept his head down and hurried, his head was full of fear, and he didn't think about anything.

"Isn't this Lord Luga?" Hearing the question, a man jumped out of the carriage and said behind Luga.

"I'm afraid they recognize me and want to deliberately make things difficult for me." Luga thought to himself as he walked, he didn't want to be deliberately embarrassed at this time, which was undoubtedly worse for him.

"I'm going to get away from him, before he laughs at me." Thinking so, Luga unconsciously quickened his pace, he didn't seem to be walking now, more like he was running away.

"Lord Luga, Lord Luga!"

The call of the man behind him was repeated over and over again, but Luga turned a deaf ear, and he only hurried on his way.

"Hey, Luga, there's someone behind you calling you." Andrew followed Luga, and he turned his head again and again, and did not stop looking at the man who was calling Luga behind him, and said to Luga: "He seems to be a Roman nobleman, and judging by his eagerness, he should be looking for you, Luga." ”

"Something? What could happen! Luga replied to Andrew's worries, and he complained while walking briskly: "He must have seen my funny appearance on stage at that time, so he wanted to laugh when he saw me like this embarrassment again, it must be like this, it must be like this, you look at me now, what is the difference between me and the clown in comedy?" The more Lu Jia spoke, the more angry he became, and he couldn't help but turn his head sideways and yell: "They just want to laugh at me, I'm an embarrassed, funny-looking, lucky liar, yes, they all think I'm a liar!" Luga turned his head suddenly, and what he saw was not Andrew, but an unfamiliar face, he was middle-aged, dressed in a red robe, I don't know which faction it was, but his hair was neatly kept, and he looked like an upper-class person. It's just that the cross on his chest clothes allows Luga to guess that this guy must be from the church.

"Lord Luga?" As if he was frightened by Luga's impulsive behavior, he thought that Luga was angry with him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir." Luga hurriedly restrained his fierce appearance, it seems that this guy does not look like a member of the Senate, which makes Luga more or less let down his inner guard, but another worry arises spontaneously, that is, Lujia is afraid that the bad breath in his dry mouth will smoke the stranger in front of him.

"Do we, uh, know each other?" Luga scratched his head and asked the man in front of him.

"Oh, of course, Your Excellency doesn't know me," the middle-aged man cleared his throat and introduced himself to Luga, "I'm Leo from Tuscany, Italy, and many people call me Leo I." ”

"Leo! Good! Pope! Luga roared, and sat down on the ground involuntarily, in exchange for Leo I's wide eyes.

"Your Excellency, why is this?" Leo I hurriedly stepped forward to help Luga up and asked.