The gallows almost turned into a slaughterhouse, and the barbarian captives who were pushed up were so frightened that they wept and went down even more shit and urine as they walked, and the wooden steps were dirty, so that the nearest townspeople had to frown and cover their noses and scold: damn barbarians.

Yes, the Romans rejoiced over and over again by slaughtering the captives, who were too frightened to resist, and cursed the barbarians who were about to go to the gallows for a good death.

Perhaps thinking that such an action was too slow, the executioners came out with their heavy swords on their shoulders, and they held their heads high, like victorious warriors, and their appearance caused the citizens of Rome to cheer loudly, and the whole scene was pushed to the climax.

The most laughable of them were the captives who were waiting to be slaughtered, trembling, and finally had to end their miserable and absurd lives in the midst of everyone's ridicule and abuse.

The slaughter of barbarians was a top priority, which naturally attracted the attention of everyone present, so Luga bypassed the crowded place and chose a more remote road to get out of Ludinand.

It was a mission for him, and he had to leave and return to the place in the east that belonged to him.

Outside Milan, he stopped, and he was deeply touched by Anais's death, the most important thing is that the people who left can no longer come back, and the most important thing is to cherish the people who are still there.

So the first thing that came to Luga's mind was Tenaia and the boy who had never called him father, though his name was Maximus, the same name as the bastard who had been messing around behind Valentinian III's ass all day.

As Luga sat in the carriage, he realized that he would eventually have to make up for a lot of things that he had not done before.

He came here just to survive, but then he tried to change himself, and he succeeded, and then he changed an army, a province, and eventually half an empire, well, if you take the current achievements as changing the country.

He finally returned to square one, which was to change himself and correctly define what kind of role he was in the moment, half of Rome Augustus, a husband who had not fulfilled his promises, and a failed father, not just for a boy, but also for a girl.

The first thing to do was to allow Andrew to return to his rightful home, he also has his wife and children, and as a father, Luga can understand Andrew's psychology.

After waiting outside the city for a long time, I'm afraid they need to prepare. Lifting the curtain of the car, Luga was even a little impatient, he looked at the city gate in front of him, eager to see the mother and son getting closer and closer inside.

"Hey, hello, hello."

Like a newborn child babbling, Luga sat in a magnificent car and began to learn to greet him, which was a rare thing, after all, as Augustus, he had become accustomed to people bowing to him and respectfully addressing him: Caesar.

He rarely took the initiative to say hello, and even more so with the people he desperately wanted to see, he was nervous, and he didn't know how to face the woman and the child.

"Look, Caesar, they're coming!" Malenius banged on the window to remind Luga.

The sound brought Luga back to his senses, and he quickly raised his head, only to see two soldiers standing at the gate outside the empty city gate, solemnly saluting the mother and son standing in the middle of the city gate street.

The mother and son were followed by heavily armed soldiers, who pulled the chariots and horses, and the chariots were loaded with salutes of all sizes.

The mother and son seemed to have never been treated like this, and the sudden salute made them both stunned, and then they couldn't help nodding their heads, for fear that something would not be done well.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

Through the shadows below the cave, the faces of the mother and son were completely displayed in front of Luga, yes, still so familiar, still so kind.

Luga couldn't control his excitement any longer, he hurriedly ran out of the car, regardless of whether there was a stool on the ground as a foot, and jumped straight down.

"My God, my God, Caesar, you..."

This action startled the chauffeur who was stunned, and he exclaimed again and again behind Luga's back, for fear that such a toss would hurt Augustus's noble body.

Luga didn't care so much, he dragged the long Toga robe, and trotted all the way towards the mother and son.

Seeing Luga running towards them, Tenaia, as a mother, stopped and stared blankly at the figure that was getting closer and closer.

"Mother?" Maximus, who was standing on the sidelines, looked at Tenaia suspiciously.

"He, he's coming!"

Tenea's lips began to tremble, and she was so excited to see the familiar moan in her gorgeous clothes that she let go of the hand that was holding Maximus tightly. Then they ran towards the rushing figure, and the two men met in the open space below the wall, and then hugged each other tightly.

"Sorry, sorry, Tenaia, I'm late!"

Luga hugged Tenaia so hard that he proved to Tenaia that he would not leave her again. Tenaia also hugged Luga tightly, for fear that the man who had been away from home for many years would slip through her fingers again.

"Let me see you, let me see you!"

Tenaia was crying with joy and held Luga's face, she was so excited, she looked Luga's face up and down for a moment, and then kissed wildly.

Perhaps, in her opinion, only kisses can express her thoughts and joy.

Luga was also looking at Tenaia, a woman who had suffered so much, and so many years of waiting had made her face creep into obvious wrinkles. She really didn't have much time to wait for such a reunion, which was a wake-up call for Luga, who was one of the few people who could accompany him.

"Come, Maximus, come here."

Tenaia beckoned to Maximus, and the ten-year-old stood stunned.

Luga was a complete stranger to him, but Luga still remembered him well.

At the urging of his mother, Maximus finally took a step forward and walked in front of Luga and Tenaia.

"Come, my son, you should know who I am!" Luga smiled, but he was more nervous than anyone else, but he still smiled, looked at his strange child, and tried to be as friendly as possible, so that he did not feel the slightest fear.

"Uh, hi, you, hello!"

Maximus stood at a loss, biting his lower lip and greeting Luga very shyly, everything was so strange.

"Hey, Maximus." Tenaia was a little upset, she looked a little angry, and then reproached Maximus, "He's your father, Mark, he's your real father." ”

Maximus looked at Tenaia blankly, he seemed to be aggrieved, maybe it was that he couldn't accept that a stranger suddenly became his father, after all, he had called his father over and over again was just a puppet.

"Tenea." Luga comforted, "We're going to have a lot of time ahead and he'll finally accept me, I promise!" ”

"So, where are we going?" Tenaia asked.

"Constantinople." Luga couldn't help but nod and said, "That's our home." ”