The next three days of the journey were probably due to the fact that the capture of Agrippina had taken so much force that we did not encounter any soldiers of the Bagouda movement along the way.

However, this road was not an easy one, and in order to avoid being discovered by the patrolling soldiers, we kept going, and our shoes were worn out and almost repaired. to the back simply barefoot. Fortunately, the road was flat, except for the pain in the foot, there was no injury.

It wasn't until we arrived in Visantio that we encountered the first resistance, and it was not the Bagorda elements, but the Roman soldiers defending the city.

Maybe I didn't think about it that much at first, and because I finally saw the city occupied by the Romans, it was my own homeland, and everyone would be excited. Our group quickened our pace, and as there were no other pedestrians or horses on the road, we came to the outside of the city of Visantio in three or two unhindered.

Visantio is strictly a town, so it has no walls, but a civic center with large dwellings clustered around it.

"It's safe, it's safe!"

The heart that hung in the hearts of all of us, including Arecio, finally landed. Correspondingly, the pace under our feet is getting faster and faster, and the town in front of us is getting closer and closer.

"Stop!"

A cold call made everyone present unresponsive, and scared me even more cleverly. Looking back, I saw several people in coarse cloth shirts with cracked subway helmets on their heads, God knows from which dead man's head had been removed. With a spear dragging a wooden pole in their hands, the first feeling given to us by these people was that they looked weak, and such people could come to serve as soldiers, or the kind that were stationed outside the town, which was incredible.

The soldier at the head of the group swaggered up to us, probably assuming that we were just civilians from the way we were dressed. Isn't that the target of their oppression?

Like a hungry wolf seeing a lost lamb, the ruffians swaggered before us with their spears. Although the guards under the command of Arecio are tall and strong, the ruffians with the guys in hand are not afraid of these. Faced with their approach, Fred, who was the leader of the group, took advantage of them to be far away, so he wrapped Arecio in a coarse cloth in their blind spot, hid him in the car, and walked up to meet the soldiers.

"These adults!" Fred nodded at them with a smile on his face: "We are just merchants from the north, and we don't know where we offended a few people. ”

"Merchant?" The man at the head snorted coldly, and there was obvious distrust in his eyes, "Merchant, where did you come from?" ”

"Agripena." Fred said directly, without any hesitation, presumably because of the lack of information, these ruffians must not know that Agrippina had fallen into the Bagunda movement.

"Agripena? That's far away! ”

The ruffian's mouth didn't open, and the sound almost came from his nostrils. It is enough to see that he is arrogant, and he does not pay attention to the tall strong men behind Fred at all.

He walked around the carriage, stroking his chin, as if he was curious about what was under the thick cloth that covered them.

"What's in there?" The ruffian turned back to Fred.

"Oh, back to my lord." Fred looked respectful. Although in terms of position, he has every right to execute this one, no, these few soldiers and ruffians who stand in the way. But to do so is to expose Aresio, who must be defending Arecio because this is Aetius's territory. "It's just a casual cargo, and then it's really hard along the way, you see, our group's shoes are broken."

This emotional card has no effect on this ruffian, they have existed in the lower echelons of this society for too long, so the word "sympathy" is not in the eyes of us people at all.

"It's just a broken shoe, and I'm sure your truckload of goods will make you buy better shoes." As he spoke, the leading soldier came to the first cart and, with the shaft of his spear, picked up the coarse cloth that covered the wagon. Underneath the coarse cloth was Arecio himself, and no one knew how the soldier would feel if he saw Arecio's brass mask, no, he probably didn't know about Arecio, but if the news got out, it wouldn't be long before Aetius knew about Arecio's existence.

"Your Excellency!"

Just as the soldier was about to lift the coarse cloth, Fred swooped down and grabbed the soldier's spear. It didn't matter, Fred's aggressive actions made the other soldiers behind the ruffian feel threatened, and they jerked up their spears, and the rusty tips of the spears were aimed at Fred, who had no armor at all. I knew that if the tip of such a seemingly dirty and blunt spear pierced a person's skin or touched a wound, then the injured person was very vulnerable to tetanus and death.

Fred didn't dare to act rashly, and the soldier who led him was even more arrogant because he had weapons under his command. He held his head high and almost nostriled at Fred, which was a very disrespectful gesture, and of course, it was a great gift to not pounce on Fred and punch Fred in the face in the face of the overwhelming superiority.

"Behold the brothers' life is tight!" Fred grinned, poked a small cloth bag out of his trouser belt, and gently placed it in the ruffian's hand. "This is a little bit of our heart, and I hope that the adults can be accommodating and let us pass."

The sack was really heavy, and it sank down when it was placed on the ruffian's skinny hands. Then I saw the soldier's eyes suddenly change from contempt to sparkle. He didn't care if it would be seen by others, but just threw the spear in his hand and opened the bag in front of us.

"Oh, oh, my God!"

This was the exclamation he made the moment he opened the sack, because it was heavy because it was full of Oron gold coins. He held it carefully in his hand, and whether it was excitement or something else, the bag of Oren gold coins shook in his hands. He flicked back and forth with two thumbs, counting the gold coins in his hand one by one. Precious, for fear of falling to the ground.

The same ruffians, the same goods that see the money, behind the leader, the other soldiers who saw the gold couldn't bear it, they didn't have a chance for us, they directly pounced on the front of the leader, it was time to share the spoils.

"So my lord!" Fred was still as respectful as he was just now, "Excuse me, can we go?" ”

"Uh-huh, get out, get out!" The soldier ruffian who got the benefits now has to face a bigger problem, that is, how to distribute it, which is a nerve-wracking job, and he naturally can't care about anything else.

In this way, our group entered Visantio without danger, and Arecio could not come out for the time being due to secrecy. So it was up to his deputy, Fred, to discuss it with us.

"In this way, you insist on going home." There was a bit of loss in Fred's eyes: "I thought you were going back to Aetius." ”

"I'm so tired of living like this." I smiled and explained: "I still have a fiancée and a lot of obsessions, and I don't think I'm suitable for being a soldier, but a civilian is more suitable for me." ”

"And what about Mr. Andrew?" Fred looked at Andrew again.

"I, I." Andrew was so hesitant that I could tell at once that this idiot was still a little obsessed with his official position and Aetius's kindness!

"Hey, don't you forget Kunta, woman, it's going to be spring for too long!" I whispered a reminder to the bastard.

"I'm going home with Luga!" Andrew immediately expressed his attitude, and this time it was extremely resolute.

"Well, gentlemen!" Fred smiled as well, "It seems that I can't keep you, then, let's go our separate ways, don't forget, if anything goes wrong in life, go to Milan, visit a few more taverns, I think you'll find me." ”