Luga inspected the battlefield and unknowingly walked to the fishing village, which was razed to the ground by the swarming Vandal army, and in addition to the remains of the broken arm, there were also corpses in the ground, which were simple and innocent civilians.

At noon, the sky is not beautiful, such a scene should be accompanied by a downpour to reflect the sadness of the scene, but it is a rainy day, the sun is shining, the heavy rain has stopped when the killing begins, everything is so vibrant, completely incompatible with the lifeless in front of him, it seems that God has refused to pay for the victims of this conflict.

A gust of sea breeze blew, and Luga couldn't help but shiver, even though it was a clear day, the sun shone on his body without a trace of warmth. He symbolically rubbed his right arm, which only warmed his arm slightly, but it was nothing for the whole body. As for why he did this, I'm afraid he can't say why, so he simply thinks it's just a personal psychological comfort.

The cavalrymen of the two detachments followed Luga to protect him, because the corpses and ruins of the fishing village made it difficult for the horses to walk, so they had to dismount and follow Luga. Little by little, they moved through the pile of corpses, searching around, hoping to find those who survived.

"The Vandals are very thorough," Andrew said, gesturing to the corpses of men, women, old men, children, and even livestock. "They've killed everything here, and nothing alive can survive in this muddy land."

After hearing this, Luga shook his head and replied, "No, there are still some, you see, there are two more here." With that, he pointed forward, and in front of a hut not far from the sea, there knelt a man, motionless like a statue, and he clung to a woman in his arms. The woman had been dead for some time, her face was pale and her iron-blue face was bloodless. But even so, it can still be seen that this girl is still good-looking, although not to the point of shock.

The man just knelt on the ground and hugged her tightly, and he didn't say a word, not even cry. Beside him stood an unkempt old man, dressed fairly clean, who did not seem to be affected by the conflict.

He was the first to notice Luga

"That man is the fisherman who told us, and he is Franco." The herald soldier who followed closely whispered in Luga's ear, which made Luga's expression soothe a lot as he looked at Franco in front of him.

"It seems that he has lost his most precious thing in this conflict." Lu Jia said slowly, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly, war means death, death means don't worry, no matter how reluctant you are, it won't help.

Luga stepped forward and crouched beside Franco, who was still so drowsed in grief that he didn't even notice that Luga had come to him.

Luga knew that Franco was in a state of extreme grief at this time, and thought that he must be helpless and confused at this time, so he mustered up the courage to ask in a low voice, "Sir, is there anything I need to do for you?" ”

It wasn't until he heard Luga's voice that Franco realized Luga's approach, and he hurriedly raised his head and glared at Luga with frightened eyes. The Roman soldier's attire suddenly made him let down his guard, and he lowered his head again and hugged the corpse tightly, as if he didn't change his treasure, for fear that he would lose it if he was not careful.

"Buy fish? Mr. Franco gestured with his eyes to the bucket that Luga had placed beside him, and there were still a few small fish in it, which had become dying after a long time away from the ocean.

Lu Jia didn't speak, it was not difficult to see from his expression that he was confused at this time, facing this stubborn young man in front of him, he didn't understand what was the point of still trading at this time?

"I don't understand what that means?" Luga shook his head, looked at Franco and said.

"Please, sir, it's just a few fish, and they're delicious fish I caught on the surface of the rain-pouring sea." Franco raised his head and looked at Luga, and said to Luga in a voice that was almost exposed: "It's not expensive, just a few Fuli Copper Coins, as long as a few Fuli Copper Coins, I can scrape together enough money for a Souledus, and I can find someone to exchange for a Souledus!" ”

"What do you want that to do? Bury her? ”

"Nope! That's not true! Franco shook his head, he kept stroking the hair of the female corpse in his arms, kissing her cold forehead, and then said to Luga: "Carmen has only seen others have had Soulades, but she has never even touched it." So I wanted to earn a gold coin of Souledes and give it to her with my own hands, which was no longer a coin, but a gift, a proof of my love for her! So I beg you, sir, buy these fish! Franco said, pulling out an old cloth bag from his pocket, and opening it, there was a pile of forli copper coins and a few silver Denaris coins, which were all his savings, and only a few copper coins were enough to make up a gold Suledus coin.

"How long have you been busy?" Luga was dumbfounded and asked him softly.

"Half a year, sir." Franco clutched the coin tightly and said to Luga: "Because I do it alone, and the fish I catch are far less fertile than those of others, there are not many people willing to buy my fish, so I can only sell little by little until I am about to save enough." ”

"Is it worth it?" Luga couldn't bear it, but still asked, but Franco didn't answer, just hugged Carmen's head tightly and couldn't stop kissing her forehead.

"Will Sir agree to buy my fish, trust me, sir, you will love the taste of this fish!" Franco was still holding on, and he hadn't shed a single tear until now, much to Luga's great touch.

"Half a year, I can't even earn a gold coin of Suledus, should I blame this infatuated fisherman, or this old country?" Luga asked himself in his heart, it is true that he had experienced poverty, but not so much. At that time, he once felt that he was the most pitiful creature in the world, but only today did he feel the mercy of God, at least she was alive, although she had changed her mind, at least she was alive, lifelike, with a temperature not as cold as Franco's arms!

No, touching his sensitive nerves again, Luga hurriedly turned his head and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes as quickly as he could without anyone noticing.

Franco closed his mouth and still hugged Carmen tightly, his eyes hollow, dull and lifeless, like a shell of his soul that had been drained of him, and he was alive as if he were dead.

"She's so cold, she's cold, I can't warm her body no matter how hard I try, sir, can you tell me why?" Franco asked Luga, who was dumbfounded, looking at the female corpse in his arms, there was a big hole in her chest, the blood had coagulated, it was pierced by the spear of the Vandals, and she was dead! Luga hurriedly turned his head away and stopped looking at him, so as not to touch the scene and provoke tears to fall and make others laugh.

"Here, here's your money from selling fish." Luga took the money bag from his coat pocket and threw it into his hand, got up and grabbed the bucket and turned it back, and then said to Franco: "One for each of the eyes, one for the mouth, and two on the soles of the feet, cremated, God will naturally accept this poor soul." ”

Franco was attracted by the money bag, he opened it, and his eyes were shining with gold, "O gracious sir......" he murmured, looking up at Luga's distant back, and tears finally broke through the shackles of his eyes and flowed down the corners of his eyes.