"Hey, hey, what's going on here?"

A series of footsteps sounded, and following the sound, I saw a patrol in uniform uniform, dressed in red shirts, trotting all the way with clubs in hand, and the leader was like that, because he wore a leather helmet and leather armor, and was more or less a petty officer.

He first saw the twenty heavily armed personal guards on the street and couldn't help but be stunned, just look at the equipment on their bodies, which one was not better than him, the leader? For a while, he didn't know how to step forward, because after all, this was a big family, and there were so many personal guards going out, so naturally he couldn't afford to offend.

But when I looked at the two bodies lying in a pool of blood, it became a matter of necessity.

The leader swallowed violently and walked up as if he had mustered up courage.

"Eh, uh, don't move, which of you is the murderer in this murder case!" The squad leader straightened his chest, feeling that he had enough momentum, he pointed to the twenty personal guards present and asked loudly, "Are you all accomplices?" To not talk about it now is to ignore the laws of Rome! ”

"Help, sir!"

Seeing the patrol in front of them, these nine frightened guys were naturally unwilling to let go of any opportunity that could allow them to live. Just as the toiling crowd saw St. Jesus Christ, they scrambled in the direction of the squad leader, crying and letting the squad leader know that they were the victims.

After all, it was twenty pairs of murderous eyes staring closely, which made the squad leader swallow another mouthful of saliva, he looked at the iron sword and shield in the opponent's hand, and then looked at the smooth wooden stick in his hand. Is it a struggle of magnitude? He knew that as long as his actions were rough, he would naturally have to fight and fight, and the stick in his hand could not stop the iron sword that came from swinging at all.

The soldiers didn't seem to cooperate, and they kicked the hapless man who was trying to crawl over with their feet, and the pain was so painful that they had to shrink back. The squad leader wanted to take a step forward, but was immediately blocked by five soldiers.

"Well, we don't even care about those of us guarding the town." The squad leader was indeed angry, but he was helpless.

"Whose guards are you?" The squad leader asked loudly, but the soldier in front of him ignored him. They opened their nostrils towards the squad leader, and there was discernible contempt in their eyes.

"What rude!" The squad leader scolded in his heart, but the gap in strength made him helpless.

"Go and tell Lord Alfonso that no one can take care of this place but him!" The squad leader turned back to one of the patrol creeps behind him, and the creep took the order and turned around and ran briskly.

"It's not over, as long as you can come back, it's never too late!" Tenaia snuggled into Luga's chest, tears of happiness streaming from her eyes. She was filled with joy and sorrow, and her eyes were red and swollen from crying.

"Don't cry, it's not beautiful!"

Luga fell to her knees, stroked Tenaia's head, wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes, and kissed her forehead, telling her that it was all over. The lips touched Tenea's forehead, the touch was so real that it made Tenea's heart pound, it was a feeling that had never been felt in a dream, excitement, happiness.

"I said I would come back, and I never broke my word!" Luga's gaze was deep and incomparably determined, "I have prepared the best for you, and I will never return to such a life in the future, I promise!" It's just that we now have to face the present. As he spoke, he let go of Tenaia and pointed to the old woman Prasvia, who was still lying on the ground. Tenaia also suddenly realized her mother, she quickly patted her head, scolded the stupid, and hurriedly followed Luga to help the old woman Prasvia into the carriage.

"General!"

Then a call was heard, and Luga turned around, and saw one of the guards trotting over, and whispered to him, "We have alarmed the patrols in the city, and they are now stopped by us, so what shall we do next?" ”

"Ignore them." Lu Jia waved his hand and said: "Since they can be stopped instead of facing each other with swords, then naturally they don't have the courage to take care of this matter, let's go directly, by the way, leave them a face, no longer pay attention to this matter, and let them deal with the rest of the matter themselves." ”

"Then those nine, what should we do, are we going to kill them directly?" The guard asked.

"No, no!" Luga waved his hand at him and said, "To kill them in front of them like this is to trample on their dignity and trample on the laws of Rome, and such things cannot be tolerated." So, you go and register them, just ask their family and name, and then we'll go. ”

"Is there any meaning to this?" The soldier and the monk were puzzled.

"Just do it, trust me, it's more painful than killing them." Luga smirked at the soldier twice, and then got into the carriage with Tenaia.

In the car, Luga hurriedly helped the old woman Prasvia, did a simple bandage for her, and checked her body, fortunately, it was all skin trauma, but for such a sick old woman, I really don't know if such a beating will have any effect on her.

"Tenea." Luga grabbed Tenaia's hand, "Don't be too upset, they've been punished!" ”

Tenaia nodded at Luga, and then looked at the old woman with her eyes closed, and her tears came again.

The huge city of Genoa, but there is not a single doctor, which reminds Luga of Dr. Bella, who was persecuted to death.

"I'll never let you get hurt again, Tenaia, I promise!" At this time, looking at Tenaia with tears in her eyes, Luga didn't know what to say.

But Tenaia was still smiling, even though her tears were hazy, she believed in Luga, from the beginning and still is.

"Anyway, let's go to a safe place first!"

Luga said, poking his head out of the window, and at this time he saw where his guards were standing, and the leader was registering, but everyone was gathered together, as if they were blocking something, and the other party was pushing and shoving, without giving in, this is not like the style of a patrol, the distance is a little far. He couldn't hear what the soldiers were arguing about.

But according to his intuition, there must be some bad news this time, which can't help but make him vigilant, could it be that the patrol team has done something for him? Not necessarily, anyway, go down first to see the situation, Luga thought so, settled Tenaia first, and got out of the carriage alone.