It's too much of a deception! Too much deception!!

It's hard to imagine what it was like to be so angry, my chest tightened, it almost suffocated me. My body instinctively tried to keep me alive, so desperately gasping and breathing! But it's always beyond your means.

I had never felt so lonely at the moment, the Roman maidens, who sat on the barbarian's lap, tried to be courteous, and laughed wildly at me with the barbarian. What am I? Clown?

I wanted to kill them all, but I was so weak that even if I was the first to raise my fist, there would be no room for resistance. I'm the only one, yes, I'm the only Roman in the whole inn! If I throw my fist, then they have a good reason to put me to death, no, I have to restrain myself!

Happiness begets sorrow, and on the contrary, sorrow begets joy. In the face of him, their ridicule, I actually laughed out loud, which must have surprised them a little, yes, this time I may have been driven crazy, what a contradiction. I'm not a Roman, I'm a Han, and although I have the skin of a Roman, why, their remarks still pierce my heart.

"Damn it! You shitty woman! ”

Behind me, at this very moment, I heard a scolding from Fred, followed by a "snap". Fred gave the hateful Roman woman a solid slap in the face, causing her to lose her center of gravity and nearly fall to the ground.

The savages, who were busy playing with the "maiden", were about to stand up violently, but when they saw Fred clearly, they stopped, and suppressed the urge to hit me.

"Cheap thing! Do you know who he is? He's a guest of Doge Arrecio! ”

The old woman covered her face and immediately became low in front of Fred, apologizing not only to Fred, but also to me. Although she didn't seem reconciled, she bowed her head under pressure, not to me, but to the head of the mercenary, Fred. I think this Roman woman, she can bow down to any barbarian, but despise and ridicule her fellow Romans, that's where her inferiority lies, I can't change anything.

"Come with me upstairs, Lord Luga, I know where your companion is."

Fred made a gesture of please, and I nodded and said I wouldn't bother with the bitch. I can't say enough thanks to Fred, I don't know why he led the way, why he was not here at this time, at the most critical time of my humiliation, the room didn't seem to be as big as I thought, and I didn't want to ask him, I'm afraid I asked him, and he couldn't give a reason to my satisfaction.

I followed Fred up the stairs to the second floor, which was noticeably quieter and more deserted than the first floor. But the terrible soundproofing could not stop the loud music and the shouts outside, and the girls upstairs got out of the way with their glasses in hand, and they looked at me strangely, but they were not encouraged by the vicious and mean old woman, I suppose.

The road was out of the way, and Fred took me with him, and as if he knew the way, he opened a wooden door, and I don't know why he knew, maybe he had received other people here.

Entering, I saw a middle-aged man dressed in coarse cloth who looked like a doctor, and he had a young entourage, and they were facing a bed, and it was Andrew. The doctor and his entourage were treating Andrew's wounds, and Andrew lay on his bed, very obedient. They were interrupted by the sound of us entering the door, and at this time the doctor also stopped what he was doing

"Then, Lord Luga, I won't bother."

Fred was very polite at this time, I nodded at him, he understood, beckoned to the doctor, waited until the doctor nodded, packed up his tools and backpack, and walked out of the room with Fred with his attendant, and now only Andrew and I were the only ones left in this small room.

"Ha, Luga, you're back!"

Andrew beckoned to me, he looked much better now, at least his face was not so pale, and there was a little blood, he couldn't lie down because of the wound on his back, he could only lie on the bed, but it was better, it was a hundred times better than dying in the wild.

"Oh, yes, is there anything to eat?"

I rubbed my hungry belly, turned around and found a wooden stool to sit on.

"Yes, you can eat it, I have eaten it."

Andrew said with a smile and pointed to the table behind me, and I looked back and saw a large wooden plate with bread on it, and fruit (apples, grapes, I didn't expect there to be grapes here)! How can I live with this? In the face of such temptation. I hurriedly stepped forward and took the plate and put it on my lap, and regardless of whether my palms were clean or not, I grabbed the bread and a bunch of grapes and stuffed them into my mouth.

But the more I ate, the more I wanted to laugh, for the streets full of hungry civilians came to my mind. They really had nothing, they couldn't stand up from hunger, but why, less than a hundred meters away, there was an endless supply of wine, and an endless supply of fruit and bread, and the men and women lived in a life of luxury and decay almost like the aristocracy of the capital of the empire. Isn't this place surrounded by Bagunda's elements? Why don't I see any sense of impending disaster on their faces?

"What's the matter, Luga, why are you smiling so weirdly?"

Andrew's words interrupted me, and I came back to my senses, looked into his round eyes, and thought to myself, I'm afraid this guy is trying to figure out which demon I am possessed again.

I shook my head at him, quickly restrained my embarrassed smile, and said, "No, it's nothing, it's just that I've been hungry for so long, and I am happy and satisfied to eat such delicious food again." ”

Andrew let his guard down, and he seemed to believe my excuses. I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, thinking to myself that this guy was the only one who could believe what I had just said.

Then came a short period of silence, as if Andrew and I had nothing to talk about, but in fact I was so tired that after all this, I felt like my whole body was drained. I don't want to tell Andrew what happened on the first floor, I don't say it, I don't think about it, it will calm my mind a little bit.

"By the way, you were taken away just now, where did you go?"

Andrew had never liked silence, and he spoke first.

"Oh, just to meet the governor of Belgian Gaul, do you know him? His name was Arecio, and he had the same surname as Aetius. ”

"Arecio..."

Andrew repeated his name, but judging from his solemn expression, he didn't know this high-ranking governor of the province, after all, the news was closed, and there were nobles, how could we civilians know casually.