When I entered Genoa, in a nearby clearing at the gate of the city, I took Andrew out of the carriage.

"Then, sir, I'll send it here." The coachman smiled kindly at us and walked slowly out of the gates as Andrew and I watched.

"Then then, it's just us." I smiled at Andrew, obviously not much of an interest in the matter, as Quinta wasn't in the city.

"No, no, no." Andrew shook his head repeatedly, "Luga, we're going to separate here too." ”

"What?" I didn't quite believe my ears and didn't expect Andrew to come up with the idea that he was leaving now.

"Yes, it's true, Luga." Andrew's face was very serious, and he then explained to me, "I think I have to leave, because you're close enough to Dr. Bella, so it's up to you, my friend." ”

"What about you, Andrew." I asked him if he already knew where he was going.

"Milan, Luga, you know." Andrew shrugged his shoulders "Quinta is there, I'm going to look for her, oh my god I really, really haven't seen her in a long time, I'm afraid she's forgotten about me by this time." So I'm going to check it out, okay? My friend. ”

"Okay, Andrew." I had to face and accept this separation, I had my happiness, Andrew had his happiness, I couldn't force anything, I was just a little disappointed, and I had to say goodbye to my best and only friend. "I hope your wish will come true, and you will be safe with Quinta." I smiled stiffly at him and reached out to say goodbye. Andrew nodded in response, and walked out of the gate without looking back, leaving me with a back that was fading away. God knows when we will see you again.

Andrew walked farther and farther away, he didn't even take anything with him, the wallet was in the palm of my hand, and I bet he only had a few fortunes in his whole body now.

"Damn, how did I forget this."

Holding the heavy bag of money in my hand, my heart was very uncomfortable, and although I did not see Dr. Bella and his family, I ran up and ran all the way until I caught Andrew, who was still walking.

"Give!"

Not daring to look at Andrew's surprised eyes as he looked back, I gasped for breath and slapped the money bag heavily in his hand.

"Luga, what are you doing here?" Andrew was at a loss for what to do with the money bag I handed him.

"I'm home, you haven't!" I smiled at him, adjusted my breathing, straightened up, waved my hand at him, and said, "Go ahead, how can you do this journey without money?" That's going to be hungry! Besides, you have to go home to find Quinta and return home to join the army, but you don't bring that girl the wealth and status she wants, no matter what, you can't go home empty-handed, otherwise even if you meet that girl, she may not be able to recognize you, take this money to buy a decent dress, no matter how much you can't let the girl see you disgraced, otherwise she will regret waiting for you. ”

After Andrew listened, he looked down at the money bag in his hand, and then looked up at me. His lips trembled and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything, so he could only nod his head in acknowledgement, raise his hand and slap it heavily on my shoulder, and shake it twice hard.

There were no words, and Andrew had to look back at me twice as he walked a few steps, and so on until he had become a point far away, until I could no longer see his face.

"Andrew, goodbye."

It wasn't until I couldn't see Andrew anymore that this sentence slowly came out of my mouth, and at this moment I finally shed tears, I don't know why, I fell into confusion, complete confusion. I don't know if there's a place in this world where I can stay, I just know that just now, my only best friend left me, and now I'm the only one left.

I stood there for a long time, and finally took a step back to the bustling streets of Genoa. Because of the prosperity of commerce, there were people coming and going on the streets, there were Romans, barbarians, and even Oriental guests, but none of them were people I knew.

"Excuse me, do you know a man named Doctor Slave?" I caught a man who seemed to be a Roman, (now because of hundreds of years of ethnic integration, the Romans are no longer a single Latin lineage, but an extremely complex cultural nation like the Han Chinese, so to recognize a Roman, simply looking at his face can no longer determine everything, but as long as he is protected by Roman law, then he is a Roman.) I didn't know where Dr. Bella was, so I searched for a needle in a haystack in this vast city based on the only title that I had been given a clue before parting.

"No, I haven't heard of it!"

The questionee looked at me indifferently, shook his head, and left before I could thank him.

I couldn't give up, and then asked the next person, shaking his head in denial, unwilling, and then the third, still no clue, then the fourth!

The people on the street asked all over again, but the people who were asked only said lightly that they were not locals, and they did not know what kind of character this so-called "slave doctor" was. If it was a local, he also shook his head, saying that he didn't know there was such a guy at all.

"What the hell is going on?" It was not until I was exhausted that I finally sat down in an inconspicuous corner of the city's myriad houses, and the people who came and went in front of me did not give me a kind or willing to help look, and in their eyes I was nothing more than a beggar looking for a stranger with a strange reputation. But as they thought, I was in tatters, and I really had nothing.

"Goo......

As the minutes ticked by, the sun gradually set. A new round of protest began in my stomach, and hunger was like a curse, making me unable to move, and the strength in my body slowly passed with the protest.

I don't have the strength anymore, but Dr. Bella hasn't been found yet, and I can't just live on the streets! I stood up again against the wall, looking at the pedestrians in front of me who were gradually sparse in the setting sun, I pursed my chapped lips, no, someone must know!

"Could it be that Dr. Bella lied to me, and Genoa did not call the slave doctor at all."

Taking a step forward, the question that arose in my mind made me stop where I was, yes, and told me to inquire about a man named Doctor Slave, but what? I have found countless people, whether they are out of town or local, and no one has heard of them, but the term "slave doctor" is more like a new word. This had to make me doubt the credibility of Dr. Bella's words.

"I know that my Redeemer lives, and at the end he will stand on the earth. After my flesh is destroyed, I will see God outside of my flesh! ......"The priest in a white robe stood on a small platform by the side of the road, reciting the biblical quotes with emotion, and his actions were cloaked in the garb of holiness, and it was natural that faithful believers would flock around him, bow their heads and pray incessantly, and listen carefully to the priest's teachings from God and the apostles.

"Believe in God, be willing to heresy and witchcraft, and your sickness can only be cured by God's light and love!" I passed by them and heard something like this.