When is this, let me think about it, well, this is the 454th year of the birth of St. Jesus, the second Sunday of March, and it is not a day to remember, but for me, this may be my last "Judgment Day".

At dusk, the remnant sun was like blood, staining the western sky red, drowning the entire Western Roman Empire in this rushing blood light. Ridiculously to say, the sky is like a mirror, reflecting the two empires on land, east and west, one thriving in tranquility and the other falling into dust in chaos.

I went to the appointment, and came alone to a small hut outside the city, less than half a mile from Rome behind me, separated only by a wide moat from the gray rock walls of Rome. In order to visit someone who had left me a message, I brought a large jug full of wine for this visit.

"What kind of hermit would choose to stay here so lonely?"

My heart was full of questions, but I knocked softly on the door.

"Squeak!" The dilapidated wooden door was slowly opened.

"Aurius. Flavis. Lord Luja. ”

What I never had was that it was not a worldly master who called me, but a young man, who stood tremblingly in front of me, looking like he was in his early twenties, even though his ragged hair was more like a greasy and sloppy place without cleaning up for a long time, but he still cleaned up his face very cleanly, and the most disrespectful face was to face the visitors. He was very nervous, and saw him standing in the doorway with a wooden stool in his hand, which was a little old, but it looked like it had not been dusty, and it was probably the only thing of value in his house. He stood in front of me with his stool in his arms, bewildered.

"You're really humble here."

I smiled and looked his room up and down, "like the house I lived in when I was on the run, no, more dilapidated than that one." ”

This young man, the corners of his mouth trembled, he couldn't smile anymore, he wanted to nod, but he was afraid that something would go wrong, he didn't dare to nod, and the whole person was caught in a contradiction, he may be desperately speculating in his heart about what I meant by this sentence, but I really didn't mean anything else.

"What's the matter, brave little one." I smiled and looked at the child, and to ease the embarrassment, I pointed to the room behind him and asked him, "What, you're going to turn your guests away like that?" ”

"Oh my God, I'm sorry, sir!" The young man who suddenly realized that he had quickly moved out of the way, and I leaned sideways into the dilapidated cabin, holding on to my heavy cuirass and holding on to my long red cloak.

The light inside dimmed suddenly, and there was only an oil lamp, which was emitting a faint glow.

"Just leave the door open."

I sensed that the smell wasn't so friendly, and placed the wine on the wooden table facing the door. Lift the lid, and in an instant, the rich aroma of wine fills this small and narrow wooden house. The young man couldn't help but take a deep breath and greedily inhale the aroma of the wine that filled the air, yes, this was the nature of the Romans, who loved wine as much as their life.

"How's that, do you want to drink?"

I smiled and shook the jug at him, deliberately letting the crisp sound of the wine hitting the walls of the jug. The young man swallowed and nodded slightly.

I handed the flask to him, "Drink, this is the wine of Edessa, the treasure of the Eastern Empire." ”

The young man approached the spout of the pot and sniffed, but did not open his mouth or even take a sip.

"What? Not to your taste? ”

"No, it's not, Lord Luga."

As he spoke, the young man hurriedly laid the flask on the table, and turned around to make a noise under the table, and in a moment the table was covered with blank parchment, and the boy was busy, and did not forget to add a little oil to the lamp, so that it might burn brighter.

"Sit down, Lord Luga, this matter is more important than drinking!"

The young man pointed to the wooden stool that had just been placed beside me, and with great difficulty, pulled out a large stack of rolled pieces of parchment from under the table.

"I really didn't expect that you still have so many valuable things at home."

I was struck by the amount of parchment, and the young man must have spent a lot of money. I figured I had a rough idea of what the guy was up to, so I brought the little wooden bench over and sat down across from him.

At some point, the young man found a reed pipe and ink from nowhere, spread out a piece of parchment, dipped it in ink, and began to write stroke by stroke.

The young man's actions made me a little curious, and I leaned forward slightly to see what the hell this guy was writing.

"Aurius, Flavis, Luga? What are you writing my name for? ”

"I'm sorry, Lord Luga." The young man stopped what he was doing, looked up at me and said, "Do you know, you are a legendary figure, you have fought for the empire for many years and made great achievements, but no one has recorded your exploits and life, so ......"

"So you're going to invite me over, and then write down my life, and make a fortune with it, right?"

I didn't feel very happy about his intentions, and on the contrary, I wasn't so angry. I just felt that in front of him, the young man whose face was blue for a while and white for a while, he bit his lower lip tightly, as if he was a child who tried to lie but was exposed, and was at a loss for a while, I think his heart must have jumped to his throat now.

"Your Excellency, I just didn't mean to offend."

The young man was nervous, and he defended himself, his lips trembled, and he could not speak, and I could clearly see the streak of sweat on his forehead by the light of the fire. The hand that grasped the ink-stained reed tube trembled slightly, and the ink in the tube dripped onto the parchment below.

"Put away your pen and paper, kid."

He must have regretted that he was in such a hurry to pull out his pen and paper to take notes, I said, holding the reed pipe and fighting in his heart. He wanted to know about my life, but he was reluctant to put down his pen because it would be a great opportunity for him to prove himself.

"Kid, prove yourself, you don't need to be in such a hurry at all."

As I spoke, I reached out and pulled out the reed tube between his fingers and slowly snapped it in my hand.

"All I want is a patient listener, not a hard-working scribe."

The young man's Adam's apple moved, his eyes moved from the broken reed tube in my palm to the parchment in his hand, he took a deep breath, and reluctantly held the large pile of parchment back under the table in front of me, and nodded at me.

"Good!"

I was so busy with half my life that I didn't have time to tell my story, so I closed my eyes and thought about my past, and finally he said, "If you really want to believe my story, then please listen to it completely." ”