"What is your relationship with the owner of this house?" Luga asked bluntly.

"No, I don't know him, it's already a tragedy when I came, yes, sir, trust me."

The old woman's voice trembled, and she repeatedly emphasized that she had nothing to do with it, that she was so pitiful, and that the withered arm that stretched out her sleeve was already covered with skin and bones. "My lord, have mercy on me, I am so old that I don't even have the strength to find food, I will soon die, for the sake of the gods, have mercy on me!"

"So, this." Luga pointed to the shallow grave and asked the old woman, "Is this what you did?" ”

"Yes." The old woman trembled and said, "There is a woman buried in this tomb, some time, I don't know how many days have passed, she was hanging here when I saw her, poor woman, she was tortured by those barbarians, I couldn't bear to see her body, she died so painfully, I wasted enough strength to pull her off the rope, poor woman, she was naked, the barbarians even ate her flesh..."

"Enough!"

Listening to the old woman's description become more and more true, it was unbearable for Luga, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop the old woman, telling her not to say any more.

The heart was like a knife, and the pain was so painful that Luga's whole body was almost suffocated, and look, look at what the barbarian had done to this poor woman.

Luga felt as if his calf was weighing a thousand pounds, and he couldn't help but kneel down in front of the grave.

How he wished that the scene before him was all oolong, as when he was on the side of the road outside the city of Ludinand, and he was so desperate to hear the old woman say that it was not her, not this poor and kind woman.

Luga covered his heart, his chest was dazed, and the sadness was like a hand, an invisible hand holding his heart tightly, gradually exerting more and more force, and finally making his heart have no room to breathe, almost stopping beating.

And he, a lamb to the slaughter, could only watch his grief spread, like a prison executioner, with a hideous expression and slowly tormenting him with interest.

The pain made him open his mouth, and he wanted to cry, but he found that he could not make a sound, only a wail like a mute, hoarse, and so harsh.

He knelt there, huddled there, I should say, and he even imagined that Anai had been so brutally murdered at that time, and the barbarians he had slaughtered.

Luga suddenly regretted for some reason, he regretted letting Attila go like this, just the thought of this moment, but it was too late.

Attila was like a wounded wolf fleeing from the wilderness, cowering in some unknown cave and licking his wounds. Luga, a hunter, had already lost the chance to kill Attila.

The pain came too late, or rather, it was too late for Luga to come to his senses.

"Heaven is unfair."

Luga pressed his forehead against the ground, perhaps accustomed to the labor pains of grief, and he sobbed and finally squeezed out such a sentence in a faint cry.

It's all his fault.

Luga began to blame himself fiercely in his heart, yes, it was all his own fault, his own selfishness, hiding Anai in this place where he thought he was absolutely safe; His own selfishness, which is said to protect her, is actually so that Levi will never find her, and his selfishness, when he was fighting for power in Constantinople, did not look back at her, this woman who was silently licking the wounds he caused, this woman who atoned for her sins.

"I'm such a demon!"

Luga fell to his knees among the bones, and he could imagine how these children had died, they were all descendants of the soldiers who followed Luga in battle, and now there was no more, nothing left.

Only Luga was still alive, covered in blood, carrying a butcher's knife stained with blood and minced flesh, and he was so alive and proud, enjoying the praise and praise of the world.

It is said that once the success is achieved, the king who rises in blood should enjoy the submission of the world and do not need to turn back and repent for his killing and blood-stained hands.

But the king is also a human being, not a so-called god without seven emotions and six desires.

If you are an emotional person, you will be impatient and painful when you lose something important to you, then you should become more softened in your heart when you lose an important person.

Don't think that these are all unacceptable, people, even if they have gone through thousands of wars and killed countless enemies with their own hands, should also have human nature, and they will be happy, angry, and sad, but this must have a degree, not too restrained, nor too conniving, otherwise it is all a manifestation of immaturity, it is all wishful thinking, it is stupid, naïve, and ridiculous.

I am afraid that this can explain why Constantine chose Christ after the slaughter, after all, sin needs to be spoken so that the heart is tormented, and Christ is a tool that can vent his feelings, a religion that feels that he can be forgiven.

Luga thought he was a staunch atheist, but here he wavered, for the sake of a woman who had long since died.

There is an immortal living in everyone's heart, and it turns out that the "immortal" is in Luga's heart, relying on Anai and constantly blaming himself.

"Is she a particularly important person?" The old woman saw Lugar's pain, and she dared to open her mouth to ask.

"Yes, it's very important, probably in life." Luga replied, his tone sounding so calm, as if everything was relieved, and he didn't want to do that.

"I have to thank you for being a kind person."

The pain finally eased, and Luga clutched her chest and raised her head, looking at the woman in front of her who looked overwhelmed. "At least you buried a kind person and gave her the last love in the world."

Luga got up and went back to the carriage, and when he came down again, with the golden laurel in his hand that he had deliberately not brought down, he went up to the old woman and solemnly placed it in the old woman's hand.

"This, this is?"

The old woman's eyes widened, maybe she had never seen such a big piece of gold, holding a heavy golden crown, she was short of breath, raised her head to look at Luga, and then lowered her head to look at the golden crown in her hand, and couldn't help asking, "This, is this for me?" ”

"It's a compliment to your kindness." Luga whispered, "You have done a great thing, you are a person who deserves to be loved, go to the merchants, you can get a good price, buy some bread and meat, and spend the last days of your life on earth." ”

"Thank you, thank you, you're such a kind person."

"No, don't thank me, I'm just a sinful bastard." Luga smiled bitterly and saluted the old woman solemnly, but the pungent smell faded, after all, a filthy shell could not hide a great holy soul.

Then, half-on his knees, Luga plunged the middle fragment of the spear of Longinus deep into the tomb and buried it.

"Take this and signal it to the angel who greets you, this thing can dispel demons and protect you to heaven, never, never suffer from human suffering!" As she spoke, Luga's tears came again.

"I think it's time to say goodbye, forgive me, Ana, please forgive me a little more time, a guilty sinner, and when I'm done explaining everything, we'll see each other, just looking at each other from afar, because you're in heaven and I'm in hell."