The mother and son fled into the forest like frightened deer and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, and everyone knew in their hearts that they could not imagine what kind of bad effects this little devil would cause if they left behind.

But this is Luga's own decision, and he will be responsible for the consequences of this in the future, so it makes sense for Luga to choose to do this, so that the final result is only borne by him.

"He let go of the young demon and carried the seeds of hatred to take root in his body, and he will become our terrible form and come back when he grows up!" Andrew said with trepidation: "I don't know how much damage he can do us, but he will eventually become a sword hanging over our heads, doesn't Luga know?" ”

"Oh, I think of course he does!" Malenius replied beside Andrew, who heard Andrew's whispered complaint clearly, only to see him shrug his shoulders and continue helplessly: "He must know the consequences of this practice as well as he is familiar with his own body, it may be the moment he swings his sword, either God gives him guidance, or the devil bewitches his mind." Let him give up killing and feel pity. ”

The two of them discussed in private, and before they knew it, they turned their eyes to Luga, he had a joke and a joke with Art, and it was really unacceptable that the former enemies were now laughing like friends.

"Then we have a new problem to solve, Lord Tiberius." Luga said, looking back at the embarrassed guy who was hiding behind Alter and the other Saxons.

Luga stepped forward and pushed aside Art, and came to the fellow, whom Luga had not seen before, and if there was, it was in the Siege of Dulocor Torlam that there was such a distant side to the boy, as if he had turned the pages of a book, and no longer spoke of it, but focused on the Romans who were opposed to the Romans at every turn, Tiberilius, the brilliant demagogue.

Tiberius lowered his head, and finally raised his head when he heard Luga call him, and he stared at Luga with deep meaning in his eyes, and after a moment's pause, he snorted coldly, and actually laughed, without saying anything.

"Oh, Luga, look at me, I forgot about it!" Alter smiled under this Roman translation, feeling that he had done a great good deed to impress Luga, only to see him take out an old and somewhat torn parchment from his clothes, hand it to Luga, and said: "I found a wonderful letter on his body, I can't read the words on it, but I heard that this is a letter from your royal family, it must be his next machination, thank God, fortunately, I caught this wild boy in time, to stop him from continuing to want to destroy you, oh no, at least physically. This damn guy has a bad water all over his head. ”

"Oh? It really got my curiosity pumping! Luga took the parchment, looked surprised, took the parchment, looked at Tiberius with a wicked smile, and came to him unhurriedly, as if he had discovered some little secret of his.

"Okay, okay, let me see!" Luga said, eagerly and carefully opening the parchment and reading the words carefully.

"Please, do it yourself?" Luga's brows furrowed, and then he looked at the following signature: "Flavis. Honorius? ”

"Yes, it's your predecessor, Augustus Honorius!" At this moment, Tiberius finally spoke, and he looked at Luga with a sneer and said, "My father, Augustus Honorius, who wrote to you when the Saxons invaded, hoped that he would show mercy and send an army, but all he got was this letter and the ships that transported the defenders. ”

These words made Lu Jia not know what to say for a while, after all, this letter was a genuine letter written by Honorius, and it was conclusive evidence, so that Lu Jia had no reason to refute it at all, so he could only choose to remain silent.

"Hehe, cowardly Romans!" A sneer appeared on the corner of Tiberius's mouth, and he said unhurriedly: "You must give everything that is rightfully yours, along with everything that should not be, and take everything that does not belong to you." Yes, I always thought that such words were too cruel to believe, but after watching the soldiers guarding the Roman land leave, I realized that the current Rome is not the Rome of the past. The Empire has betrayed us! ”

"Sounds very regrettable." Luga nodded, then shook her head again, not knowing what it meant.

"What? Are you ashamed? Haha, Romans, are you finally ashamed? Tiberius faced Luga, sneering, sarcastic, and somehow, although Tiberius laughed presumptuously, tears welled up in his eyes and gargled down.

"In the end, it is the debt of the predecessors, and we have to repay it for our descendants, so who will pay for our debts?" Luga pondered in his heart, Tiberius's questioning that he could not answer, and also made him realize that this evil fellow was actually a poor man who had been let down.

"Hey, hey, hey! See who this is? Luga! When he was sad, he remembered Arecio's voice behind him. Luga looked back and saw that Arecio was pulling the man in Roman clothes, looking very intimate.

Luga stepped forward and took a closer look at this guy, wondering why this guy was so familiar?

"We meet again, Lord Luga." Although his face was a little unfamiliar, the polite appearance when he opened his mouth made Lu Jia think about it.

"You, Jürgen!" Luga said his name.

"He's a legend!" Pointing at Jürgen, Arecio praised: "If it weren't for his loyalty and bravery, who has always provided us with information from within the enemy, he would have been an excellent insider." Fortunately, his loyalty and bravery made us fully aware of the enemy's deployment. ”

When Luga heard this, he hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Urgen's hand, and said to him: "Thank you, thank you very much, faithful Roman, if it weren't for the introduction of Arecio, I would have thought you were the hateful Bagorda you used to be." ”

For Luga's words, Yurgen was not easy to refute, so he couldn't stop nodding and smiling, but didn't speak.

"So, Lord Luga." At this time, Alter came up and said with a smile: "So, when does Your Excellency General plan to accept our surrender?" ”

Now that everything is suddenly understood, Luga feels that there is too much news today and too many choices to make, so he can't accept it for a while, so he has to hastily accept the surrender of Alter himself and the Saxons under his command.

The Celts also returned north of the Wall, at the cost of a guarantee of ten years of taxes in Lower Britannia.