In the coma, Luga seemed to have a nightmare that was difficult to wake up, in the dream, Lujia saw that he looked like an old man, also so old and weak.

A young Luga, he was so young, he was exactly the same, he was so young and powerful, and he was so old and powerless compared to himself.

The young Lugar, dressed in coarse linen and wearing an old helmet, was as straightforward as a memory of the past.

"Give me back my body! Give me my body back! ”

The young Luga roared like a mad lion, and his hands grabbed Luga's collar and shook it back and forth, shaking it so hard that Luga felt like the world was spinning, and he couldn't tell the difference between east and west, north and south.

I saw this young fellow's eyes wide and red, like a beast, eager to open his bloody mouth and swallow Luga in the next second.

"Damn it! Damn it! ”

Even though the world was spinning, Luga still gritted his teeth and wanted to resist.

I don't know how long this torture has passed, even the young guy didn't get any reply, it was like losing patience, I saw him with a fierce light on his face, and I could feel a faint murderous aura emanating from him.

I saw that this young guy slowly let go of Luga, just when Lujia just breathed a sigh of relief, he was cold, only felt that his throat was tight and he couldn't breathe, Lujia's eyes widened again, and it turned out that a pair of cold hands had been tightly stuck on his neck.

"Damn it!"

At this moment, Luga opened his eyes suddenly, and everything in front of him instantly came to naught. Especially the young, hideous face disappeared without a trace, replaced by Tenaia's weeping red eyes.

Luga slowly stretched out his hand and placed it in front of him, his eyes carefully examined, and when he was sure that nothing was unusual and that it was all reality, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Feeling better? Luga ......"

Tenaia saw Luga wake up, and she could tell from her expression that the feeling of relief really made her let go of her worries, at least a little.

Tenaia said, quickly taking a handkerchief from his side, and gently wiped the beads of sweat from Luga's forehead.

"How long have I been unconscious?" Luga, still looking at her hands, asked Tenaia.

"It's been a whole day." Tenaia sighed softly, "You know what? Your state at the time frightened everyone present, who thought you had been attacked. ”

"Where's Leekinia?"

"She's much more honest now, and when she saw you unconscious, she screamed for help like crazy and opened the door."

"I see." Luga stroked his groggy forehead and sighed softly, then slowly got up and sat up from the bed.

It turned out to be a false alarm?

Luga asked himself inwardly as he placed the hand on his forehead on his chest, trying to soothe his pounding heart.

Luga was a little frightened when he remembered what he had just seen in his dream, he had seen such dreams more than once, and even in many cases, he could not tell whether it was false or real.

"It's okay, it's okay!"

Luga's self-comfort eased his pounding heart, and he inhaled deeply, then slowly exhaled, which made his pale face look bloody.

"What's wrong with you?"

Tenaia reached out and grabbed Luga's head, her eyes widening and she looked Luga up and down, "You look very bad, Luga, you were frightened in your dream, and in the panic I only hugged you tightly to make you look a little relaxed. ”

"I don't know!" Luga said with a sigh as he reached out and tore at his damp hair, as you can imagine how much sweat had been on his body in his dreams.

"It's a kind of powerlessness that can't be said." Luga bitterly recalled, "The feeling of almost suffocation, like jumping into the icy Rhine in the battle of Worms to escape the raging fire ignited by the oil, powerless and helpless, but finally woke up, I was afraid that I would fall asleep in such a nightmare, that would be better than death." ”

"Oh my God, what the hell is wrong with you?"

At this, Tenaia's tears couldn't help but drip down, and she hurriedly turned her head to wipe her cheeks.

"Don't worry, Tenea!" Luga stretched out his hand and put his hand on Tenaia's shoulder and comforted, "I'm still alive, I'm alive and well, nothing will happen." ”

"But ......"

"Nothing, Tenaia." Without saying much, Luga got out of bed, went to the dresser, and with the help of the maid who had arrived in a hurry, he put on the purple toga robe he usually wore.

"You need to rest now, Luga." Tenaia shouted at Luga from behind, "You're only going to get worse if you go on like this, Luga, God doesn't have mercy on those who don't take care of their bodies. ”

"Yes, Tenaia." Luga straightened her clothes and said slowly, "I know my own body very well, now, I have to understand what I am wrong in my work, believe me, Tenaia, I will definitely find it!" ”

With that, Luga stepped out of the door, his steps steady, not at all sickly, whether it was pretended or was like this, no one knew.

Walk out of the dormitory, where there are guards to protect Luga and carriages to pick her up.

Luga slowly boarded the carriage, and Tenaia followed her out of the dormitory, where she stood in the doorway, looking at Luga's eyes full of sorrow.

"I'll find out, Tenea." Luga turned around and smiled easily at Tenea, "An answer that will please everyone, well, at least everyone." ”

Outside the council chamber of the Flavi Palace, Beria was dressed in a military uniform, probably running on the sea for a long time, and there was no room for rest at all, so both his cloak and armor exuded a strong damp and fishy smell.

This made the courtiers and waiters who passed by after Beria stay unable to bear this smell and avoided it, but even so, Berialiu still did not have the slightest shame, then again, why was he ashamed? He was no longer the strong-blooded young man he had been, and he was slowly becoming a brilliant naval commander like his father.

Berialiu, with a box in his hand, stood in the door of the tightly closed chamber like a statue.

"Huh!"

At this time, he saw that the door of the council hall in front of him slowly opened with the cooperation of the two guards, and a glimmer of light flashed in Berialliu's eyes, and he raised his head and walked in with his head held high.

"Wait!"

A soldier beside him stopped Berialius, he looked at the box in Berialiu's hand suspiciously, and asked Berialiu, "What is in here?" ”

"An account for Caesar!" Beria left the right way.