In return, Luga took off his helmet and gave it to Octavio as a gift.

It only took two days to return, as Luga entered Palermo, the capital city of Sicily, in the north of Sicily, and soon they landed at the pier in Palermo.

Merchant ships from Rome, Naples, Genoa, etc., were gathered here, and since the Vandals left, it has returned to normal.

Here, the business of the docks was occupied by the local nobles of the Minevius family, who claimed to have been descended from the republican era, and they were the rich party, not only because of the taxes paid by the merchants on the docks, but also because of the grapes and mansions under their vast estates outside the city, enough to drink wine for hundreds of years. So much so that the merchants who came and went would say that Greater Sicily belonged to Rome, and Palermo belonged to Minevius.

It was here that Luga landed, and he did not come to fight the local tyrants to divide the land, but to make a special trip to find the Minevius family.

I don't know who brought the news of Luga's arrival to the Minevius family in advance, and on the dock, the Minevius family actually emptied a docking place on the dock, and a large group of people waited for Luga's arrival.

On the ship, Luga had already seen their large number of men very clearly, and there were even special personnel waving flags to indicate to Luga that this was a specially prepared docking place for them.

"It's like the Minevius family, who always think of a lot of things that we can't think of." Beria stayed by Luga's side and couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the current situation.

"It's better to say that they are preparing to leave early, or that they are well informed." Luga shrugged his shoulders and slowly stepped off the ship, followed by Andrew and Berialius.

Worthy of a family, the ceremony of such a welcome was unmistakable, with so many men waiting in a procession on the stone-paved road beneath the docks, their armor different from that of the official Roman soldiers. However, the equipment is even better than that of regular soldiers, the chain mail is still relatively primitive and wears shoulder pads, and the patterns on the skirts are very particular, especially the shields are all uniform patterns, the only difference is that they all wear sheepskin brains, which may be what makes them completely different from the regular army.

There were more than 200 people in two phalanxes, and they stood on the side of the road left and right, and this kind of welcoming ceremony was more like a demonstration, anyway, it gave Luga the feeling that this was the case.

"That's their welcome ceremony." Lu Jia said, pursed his lips, shrugged his shoulders again, and said in an almost helpless tone: "It gives people a very refreshing feeling, but it makes me a little creepy." I don't really know why. ”

When he got off the boat, he was greeted by a complete stranger, who at first glance was of Latin origin, with black hair, black eyes, and curly hair, and he was indeed much smaller than the Germans, even shorter than Luga. He wears a laurel wreath on his head, and his clothes are red from the inside out, and even Toga's robe is red, and he wears slightly tighter autumn pants to prevent the sea breeze, so to speak.

"Welcome, distinguished guest!"

After all, he is a nobleman, he has received a very systematic education, and his gestures, and even the extremely polite smile he shows in front of distinguished guests are so weird, at least Luga can't imitate it.

"Uh......" Luga stood where he was, and he immediately stepped forward to exchange arms with Luga, and before Luga could open his mouth to open his mouth, he introduced himself: "I am Minevius. Matteorius, is Minivius. Miró's son. My father is the patriarch of our family, and this generation has been passed down from generation to generation for five or six hundred years. ”

"Matteorius, good name." Luga nodded to Mateorius, and then complimented, "Your family is also a very famous and ancient family. ”

There were only a few polite words, and the other Lugar couldn't think of anything more. Following behind Matteorius, Luga naturally had doubts in his heart, after all, he had not informed the Minevius family in advance that he would come here.

"His Excellency Luga is a hero of Palermo, the battle outside Palermo is still fresh in our minds, and the site of that battlefield is basically visited once a year according to my father's request, after all, the warriors who sleep there are the heroes who saved us." Matteorius's tone was heavy, and it seemed that he had taken such a thing to heart.

"Yes, the battle was really tragic at that time, and I was wounded and almost lost my life." As he spoke, Luga thought back to the beginning, and couldn't help but think of the old bastard Remitius.

"If he hadn't stopped him, maybe I would have cut off Gaisarik's head, then how could there be any Vandal Kingdom now, and the entire three southern provinces would definitely be in the hands of Rome!" Luga thought about it and couldn't help but grit her teeth.

The group got into the carriage and, after a few minutes of travel, finally stopped in front of a huge mansion, built like a miniature palace, with fine marble columns, and a huge pool in front of the house, in which an artificial fountain was set up, in which beautiful maids drew water. Slaves in white linen shirts are building landscape plants.

This seems to be commonplace, because every nobleman is like this, but the unusual ones are the guards of the gate, and the soldiers who patrol back and forth inside, and their equipment is too good, all the scale armor, and they are dressed like the palace guards with a purple cloak.

They saw Matteorius hurriedly standing up straight and saluting him, like a regular soldier.

"The guards in your family look really strong." Lu Jia couldn't help but admire: "It's really a pity not to join the army and fight for the country." ”

"Ha, thanks for the compliment." Matteorius, who led the way in front, smiled slightly, as if acknowledging Luga's words, but he didn't seem to understand the implicit meaning of Luga's words.

"They're all soldiers, at least they used to be." Matteorius continued: "They were once garrisons of Greater Sicily, or came from the province of Africa, and they had followed Berniface, but their master died, so that the rest was scattered like a plate of sand. My father recruited them, because we need to be on guard, you see the pirates on the sea, the robbers hiding in the forest, even the Vandals who came to attack last time, we have to be vigilant, not more than ever, at least we have to protect the family's legacy. ”

"So how many people do you have?" Luga asked, looking around, and then said, "On such a large territory, a lot of manpower is needed, and besides, it is not uncommon for nobles to organize their own armies. ”

"About 5,000 people!" Matteorius didn't think much of it, but said it directly. "It's not enough! You know, back in the time of my grandfather Matteorius the Elder, he lived in the era of Theodosius I and Honorius alternating between him, and he saw the collapse with his own eyes, so he realized that he wanted to form his own army to protect himself, and no one could rely on him in this year, especially the Roman army, sorry, forgive me for offending. ”

"Prescient! Matteolius. Luga nodded repeatedly.