This time they were at the three-way junction, to the north to Milan and to the west to Genoa, and when they got there, Luga was in trouble, because according to the route, Genoa did not belong to their route.

Tenaia is there, what the hell is wrong with her?

Luga asked himself whether he was going west or north under the wooden sign, but he had no answer in his mind.

"You must be thinking about whether to go back, right?" Andrew came behind Luga at some point, and this sentence brought Luga back to his senses.

"Hmm." For his old friend, there is no need for Luga to hide his heart.

"That's it, Andrew." After thinking about it for a long time, Luga still made up his mind. "You take this eagle banner and lead the legion to Milan, and tell them that I am in the army, but it is inconvenient to meet. Then don't say anything more, just move. Then you can dress like that and let Quinta see how imposing you really are now! ”

Andrew's eyes lit up at the mention of Quinta and it was ridiculous to say that Andrew had been in front of Luga for so long, but he had never seen what Quinta looked like.

"Okay, Luga!" Andrew nodded lightly in agreement, then the consensus was reached, and the next thing was to part ways.

"I'll take twenty guards with me, and try to keep my makeup as low-key as possible, it won't be long before I go there, and we'll meet in Milan then."

Andrew nodded in agreement. Without Lu Jia's reminder, he himself went back and called the most elite soldiers of the two hundred guards behind him, and asked them to take off their scale armor and replace them with leather armor and leather hats used by the noble personal guard. He did not forget Luga, and brought a loose aristocratic robe, of course, for the sake of insurance, Luga still dressed the scale armor on his body neatly as inner armor.

"Prepare some Soulades for me." Without looking back, Luga stretched out his hand to Andrew to ask for it.

"Yo?" Andrew was amused by Luga's staring at the sign. He smiled and quipped, "Do you want some money to repay your little mistress who has been separated for a long time?" ”

"That's nature!" Luga was silent for a moment, then said, "I promised her the best thing in the world, a lady's garment, and fine food. Her life must be very sad without me, no matter what, I must give it to her! "It's like you've made up your mind, and you have to do it.

A box full of Suledes was put into the carriage, and Luga, supported by Andrew, boarded the carriage and turned around to remind Andrew: "Don't forget our agreement, we will meet in Milan." Andrew nodded, and Luga was relieved, and under the leadership of the twenty guards, he slowly set out on the road. Before leaving, Luga stretched out a hand from the window of the carriage and shook it at Andrew, signaling goodbye.

Looking at the carriage in the distance, Andrew smiled, he had always thought that Luga was a good man for this troubled brother who had been with him for so long and had struggled from birth to death, at least until now, he had never disappointed Andrew. He nodded at the departing carriage, turned and rode his horse to the soldiers behind him, transporting dozens of wagons towards the north.

If I met Tenaia, what tone of voice should I use to speak to her to show that I am a successful person now? Luga pondered as he kept fantasizing in his mind about what to do when he met Tenaia, whether to pick her up with great fanfare or to keep a low profile, as long as he gave her the best, he would definitely be able to make her happy.

Thinking so, Luga put the gorgeous dress on his lap, and stroked it with his hand over and over again, and in his mind he couldn't help but fantasize about what she would look like when she was given to her, graceful and graceful, it must be the lotus, out of the mud but not stained, clear and ripple without demons.

"Gorgeous clothes, worthy of beauty! Hopefully, the hard life didn't leave too many undeserved marks on her face. Luga stroked the garment and muttered to herself.

"General, we're almost there!"

Outside the window, the guards on horseback reminded Luga to poke his head out and follow the unfamiliar road, but Genoa in the distance was still so familiar, and in just over a year, the city had not changed in any way.

Tenaia is there, is Tenaia doing well? One question after another came to Luga's mind, and he wished he could let the horse run faster so that he could see Tenaia sooner.

The carriage was equipped with guards, and the soldiers guarding the city naturally knew that this was not an ordinary family, and in the face of the nobles, they didn't even ask, and panicked to make a way for Luga to enter the city. He even forgot to warn him of the fact that he was not riding a horse in the city, and by the time he came back to his senses, the driver had already entered the street, and it was too late to stop him.

It is not uncommon for nobles to walk on the streets, but it is unknown whose magnates came to Genoa in the carriage under the escort of twenty tall guards, and such a battle has indeed attracted the attention of the surrounding civilians.

Luga, who had lived here for a whole year, was familiar with the streets of Genoa, and he brought a brass mask, which also carried a large piece of gauze that not only covered his face, but also his neck. He put the mask over his face, to hide the ugly scar on his neck, and he was afraid that Tenaia would dislike him because he was scarred. Maybe it was another surprise for Tenaia, who couldn't wait to get out of the car and show the driver the way.

The street was as familiar as if he had just walked yesterday, and it was not like Rome or Ravenna, it was not so large, so in less than half an hour his car had come to the most familiar slum.

"Tenaia, I'm coming!"

It's still bustling here, Tenaia is used to the life of sunrise and sunset, a whole year has passed, there is no news of Luga, this person seems to have evaporated from the world, Tenaia and he have met recently, it was in a dream, she dreamed that Luga was wearing golden armor, blood-red cloak fluttering in the wind, he was wearing an iron helmet of a red vertical horse, and riding a tall horse under his crotch, like the god of war in the temple, came to her unhurriedly.

It was so real, his magnificence set off her inferiority, what she had, only a cloth dress that he had personally bought for her a year earlier, now all a little worn and full of patches. She looked at him, and he smiled at her, so handsome and charming. She quickly wiped her floured face, and hastily covered the cloth with her hands, fearing that Luga would no longer like her when she saw that she was so sloppy. But Luga was still smiling, his piercing eyes still fixed on Tenaia, and soon he reached out again.

"Come with me!" Luga held out her hand and headed towards Tenaia.

"Oh oh my, my God......" Tenaia was frightened, her face was as red as an apple, her lips were slightly open, showing her silver teeth, she was very much like an oriental woman, she would be shy, the fawn in her heart slammed into each other, facing the hands, hesitated for a moment.

"Hmm!"

She nodded, and then reached out, trying to place it on Luga's outstretched palm.

But at the moment when both hands were gripped, as if grasping a cloud of air, Tenaia's hand passed through Luga's hand, and the small gust of wind scattered Luga's hand, and his hand was like a puff of smoke, which instantly dissipated in front of Tenaia.

"Nope! No! Terrified, Tenaia threw herself at Luga, and in that moment the whole figure of Luga dissipated in front of her like smoke, and she tried to hold it tightly, but she pounced.

"Nope! No! Tenaia jerked out of bed, a tear running down her cheek and onto her lap, and she covered her mouth to keep her mother from hearing her cry. There was no way, she missed Luga too much, and the more time passed, the more intense that longing became.