"Andrew, you have to keep your sanity."

I persuaded him, because I found the anger in him now, a kind of anger that was suppressed by being betrayed, being calculated, but unable to fight back. How could he listen to my words?

Well, Jürgen's equally tragic experience and his vengeful courage and direction showed Andrew a way forward. I don't know when he developed such hatred, but he actually hid something from me, and it was good that I had hidden it from him.

"I'll join you!" Andrew walked up to Hurgen, put his hand on his shoulder, and whispered to him.

"What?" Jürgen was clearly flattered, presumably Andrew's quick promise made him a little unprepared.

"Ah, ah, okay, oh, it really scared me, dear Mr. Andrew, I'm really, really a little overwhelmed, rude! Sorry, sorry! Jürgen apologized again and again, and instantly restrained his tears, and replaced them with a smile, a very strange smile.

"Luga, come with me!"

Andrew looked back at me with a determined gaze that left me unsure of what to answer him, let alone what was going on in his head right now.

"Andrew, what the hell are you thinking?" I asked him, guessing that he must have remembered that Anthony's betrayal and framing led to the slaughter of the remaining 100 people, and the impersonal oil drum left an indelible scar on his back, which has not been recovered.

I think the most unbearable thing for him was that after so many days, the murderous demon might still be sipping wine from nowhere, proudly showing off his great exploits to the senators who came to visit. And use this to seduce those aristocratic girls who like heroes, isn't that? ** of the Roman elite aristocracy, indulgence is a part of their lives, and they take pride in it.

It seems that he really intends to abandon everything, and the country must have hurt him so many times that he is desperate to break with his past and his country now that he has found a new way out, and I don't even notice the slightest bit of the process in between.

"Answer me, Luga, with me, or do you insist on dying with this damned, hopeless country?" Andrew stared at me intently, and his words revealed a resolute attitude, which was to force me to make a choice among them.

I was also angry at Antony's betrayal, and even more bitter at the presence of a Roman woman in the tavern who had no integrity and had abandoned her dignity, but I learned that anger is the right of the incompetent. Anger can make people lose their minds and do something reckless, which is very dangerous.

Andrew must have been so angry that he chose to follow these Bagorda elements and participate in their so-called righteous movement. But I have to say, if out of anger we participated in this Bagauda movement, followed and assisted them in attacking and occupying the land of the Romans, what was our behavior? Traitors, and there is absolutely no chance of rebuttal, knowing that if Aetius marches westward, then the brunt of this lawless Bagunda will bear the brunt, think of these poorly armed and vulnerable fools who try to riot by sheer numbers.

If Aetius knew that Andrew and I had helped the Bagordans train their army, what would he have done to both of us, and I can't imagine how a man with the power of life and death would do to a traitor. But now, if I don't join, what will this Jürgen do, choose the one who has lost his mind, Andrew, or continue to persuade me who doesn't seem to have any interest in what he has to say. The question is that anyone will make a choice that they are satisfied with, and he will kill me, of course, on the premise of trying to turn me against Andrew.

"Hey, Jürgen, what are you guys doing here? Sneaky, is there some shady conspiracy? ”

In this dilemma, a sudden call interrupted us all, and we saw a man with a naked upper body and a visible scar on the left side of his face, looking at Jürgen with a fierce face, and following us from the mouth of the alley, followed by a group of so-called soldiers, who were also like beggars.

"Oh, no, my lord, I'm just talking to the two new slaves and telling them the rules we have here."

Presumably this must have been a great man, for Jürgen was respectful when he saw him, but he couldn't explain why he was still topless.

"New here?"

The scarface looked at the two of us suspiciously, presumably attracted by the leather armor on both of us.

"Oh, yes, my lord." With a smile on his face, Jürgen stopped us both behind him, and said to Scarface, "They are slaves who have been held hostage by Arecio to defend the city, oh, these two poor fellows did not even untie the ropes in their hands when our valiant soldiers broke through the gates, and now no one knows them both, but the new one has let his own people kill it, and it is also a loss." ”

"Oh, that's it." Scarface nodded, his eyes never taking off the leather armor from us, even though the leather armor on me and Andrew was worn out. That's better than being naked like that.

"Wait, it looks like they're coming for Arecio!"

As Jürgen was talking to Scarface, I whispered to Andrew.

"So what, who knows if this Arecio and that Anthony are all the same!" Andrew is still indignant, I know that he is afraid of being betrayed a second time, not to mention that now that the city is broken, and I don't know where the Bagunda elements have attacked, Arecio is really dying now.

"Andrew, I pray you calm down."

At this point, I decided to follow Arecio, after all, the motives of this mixed army were not pure.

"Luga, then what do you mean......"

"Let's go to Arecio and I think what he needs most at this time is us! As for whether or not to join this team, can we discuss it later? ”

Andrew stared at me, his face reluctantly not intended to go with me in vain.

"Follow me, Andrew, maybe we can use Arecio to escape, or maybe we can go back, but here, join them, we are not just rebels, and most importantly, we really can't go back at all! Andrew, think of Quinta. ”

At the mention of Kunta, Andrew's expression began to move, he joined the army in order to give Quinta a good life, but now as long as he joins Ba Gouda, there is nothing!