The conversation with her mother, Arya, continued into the night, and eventually Luga went out to meet Andrew.

"Caesar," Andrew beckoned, and Luga only nodded slightly, and continued, "Go back, I'm a little tired." ”

It was a long way from the palace, and even Augustus' carriage had to travel for a long time, and Luga felt that he should think about Arya's words.

Liekinia, the strange woman, makes a series of crazy moves just to save her mother from being killed by Marcian.

He still didn't dare to confirm the authenticity of Arya's words, but he still chose to listen to Arya's words, especially the sentence "I am not only Likinia's mother, but also her friend, I know my daughter, stop killing, just beg for a dying man." ”

Luga had heard this from Arya's mouth more than once, and although Arya was Augusta, she was wealthy, served by maids, and had no worries about food and clothing, but she was a poor woman after all.

Luga saw the old woman look at him with her own eyes, and her eyes were full of fear.

What was she afraid of, or what was she seeing?

Is it the ferocious murderous aura behind a person who has been killed, or the uncontrolled nature of real killing in war and struggle.

Young people who have not seen war are easily instigated, and their understanding of war is often that the barbarian leaders who kneel before them and submit to them, and the barbarian maidens who fall in love with their so-called bravery, then have an unforgettable relationship, and finally return with honors, marry a beautiful bride, and have since had endless capital to boast in front of their children and even grandchildren.

But in the eyes of those who witnessed the war, what they know is the truth that has been stripped of the gorgeous coat of the imaginary description of war, and what they see with their own eyes is the cruel, flesh and blood mixed with bones.

It was clear that Arya belonged to the latter, for she had witnessed the bloodshed of Constantinople, and she huddled at Theodosius's coffin, trembling, and when the killing ceased, she trembled out of the palace and saw the severed arm and the blood-stained earth.

The elderly woman could no longer bear the loss of her loved ones, especially the consequences of internal cannibalism, and the brutal slaughter of Luga's siege of Marcian deeply affected the poor woman.

She was afraid, too afraid that this would happen in the future, because she knew very well that Likinia would inevitably suffer this disaster if she pressed too hard, she was no match for Luga, and if the struggle got out of control, Luga would send his army to brutally kill Likinia, yes, when the anger came to her heart and she completely lost her mind, killing, perhaps the best way to alleviate and solve the matter, but also the worst.

Luga can't deny that Arya is protecting her daughter, not to mention that she actually allowed Luga to marry Liquinia, such a ridiculous thing, Luga understands that this is nothing more than wanting Luga to become Liquinia's backer, so that she will not be divorced from Valentinian and the death of Theodosius.

The majesty and nobility of the aristocracy and even the purple room are built on the solid and powerful backers behind them, of course, if one falls, you still need to find another one.

Liquinia thought that Valentinian was too weak, so she thought of Luga, the adopted son who had just been recognized, how old was she at that time? Having never socialized even before that, what kind of person was Liekinia? Lu Jia was puzzled, this inscrutable woman.

Luga promised Arya that she would not be able to kill her family and supporters until she had to. Augustus was given the right to live and die, but such a great power corresponded to a stronger restraint in the owner's heart, putting the power in a cage and not overindulged it.

Luga seems to have made up her mind, if Liekinia doesn't have anything else she shouldn't have during this time, then Luga is willing to give Rickinia shelter and make her his wife.

Back at the palace, it was late at night, and Luga felt a little tired, so he was led by the attendant to his room, and because it was adjacent to Lickinia's, he stopped at Lickinia's door.

Looking down, he saw a faint glow from the tightly clasped door, which was the light of an oil lamp.

"Caesar...", the maid next to her came over and whispered to Luga, "Now is the time to rest." ”

"Don't rush me."

When the maid heard Caesar's answer, she took two steps back to keep her distance from Luga, and stood there waiting for Luga's message.

"Would you like to talk to Lickinia now?" Luga stood in front of Licinia and asked herself secretly.

He reached out and knocked on the door, but his curled fingers were fixed in front of the door, and Luga could not convince himself.

"Wait, let's talk about it tomorrow." Lu Jia retreated in his heart, but his body still insisted on doing so, so that now he is not advancing, nor is he retreating.

The two thoughts fought fiercely in his head, leaving Luga in a dilemma.

"Caesar..."

The maid's call again brought Luga back to her senses, and the fierce struggle in her heart calmed down at the moment when the call sounded.

"Oh, good..... Well..."

Luga looked back in agreement, took one last look at Lickinia's door, sighed softly, and turned to follow the maid back to the room.

"Squeak!"

There was a sound of the wooden door opening, a small sound that was particularly harsh in the silence, followed by a beam of light, a little dim, but still impartially shining on Luga.

"You're looking for me?"

A soft question made Luga turn her head and look at Licinia who was holding the wooden door with her forehand.

Richinia wore a wrap-around gown and wore her hair in the Fausta hairstyle of aristocratic women, especially Augusta (with her hair combed back and in a bun, and a whip on top of her head and a gold headband), which looked like a crown.

She looked at Luga quietly, her face serious, and it seemed that the quarrel during the day had not calmed her anger.

"Liekinia, it turns out that you haven't slept yet." Luga was not used to Likinia suddenly standing in front of her, she really frightened herself, so she was caught off guard, and now Luga really didn't know what to say in front of Likinia.

"Yes, Caesar didn't come back, how dare I sleep?"

Leekinia was deliberately sarcastic and sarcastic, and did not make Luga feel embarrassed, he could understand such feelings. It's like being forced to share something that you like so much, what kind of holy and pure guy can maintain such a big belly tolerance, not to mention that this problem is more complicated than sharing.

Likinia deliberately turned her head away from looking at Luga, she was still angry, this was not a matter that could be mediated at will.

"Maybe." Luga crossed his fingers and stammered, "We need to have a good talk." ”

"I don't want to—" Likinia snorted, and before she could say yes, Luga had already stepped up and grabbed her by the arm and pushed her into the room.

"Bang!"

The door was slammed shut, leaving behind the maid who was now stunned in front of the door.

"Squeak." The door opened again, and Luga poked her head out and said to the maid, "Oh, you can go back and rest, I'll go back myself." After saying that, he winked at the maid.

"Bang!"

The door slammed shut again, leaving the maid standing in the doorway in a daze like a statue.

"Oh!" After a long time, the maid finally reacted.