"What to do! What to do! Matteorius asked himself again and again in his mind that he was now in front of the door of the house like a statue.

If he hadn't escaped in time, it would have been hard for him to imagine how he would explain to Luga what this legion was like.

"That's not right! Wrong! ”

Matteorius thought secretly in his heart, and inevitably wondered in his heart, what kind of sight could not be seen in the corrupt military style, and Luga could not be so familiar with it.

Thinking of Luga's attitude when he was kidnapped and returned from the Five Flowers, he did not take him seriously at all, but repeatedly emphasized to him that in three days, he would take the strategic position occupied by the Suebi people, the most difficult of the barbarians, in the presence of Pope Leo.

"Isn't this sending me to death?" Matteorius gritted his teeth, at this time he really wanted to slap himself hard and even wanted to pray to God to exchange his life for a time rewind.

But now it's too late to say anything, he really wants to tell the truth now, so that Lu Jia will be annoyed and angry, and directly reward him with dozens of military sticks, and he will be happy after the pain.

Now it's good, and I have to pay for my boasting.

"Whoa..."

It was raining, and the dripping rain was drenching his clothes, and a chill interrupted his soul, and he came back to his senses as if he had been electrocuted.

After a moment of contemplation, he took a step forward and opened the door to enter.

Lying on the bed, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep for a long time, probably because the wind and rain outside the window were too loud, which made him feel uneasy.

Now it's all about maintaining the status quo, Luga said that the Pope is coming, what is he doing here? Is it really like what Luga said, if he really came, then seeing the decadent appearance of his soldiers, no matter how he said it, he would be quite complaining.

Now Luga, the Pope, is pressing down on him like two mountains, making him breathless and helpless. Thinking about it, the strength of the wine caused Matteorius to fall into a deep sleep.

The next day, a faint light appeared on the dark clouds that the sky had faded, and the earth was still hazy, but the sound of birds was already in the ears.

"Stomp, stomp..."

A series of hurried footsteps ran by, only to see a running figure in the empty street, he was dressed in luxurious clothes, and he did not forget to protect the laurel crown above his head while running, because today is a very special day.

Having just learned that the Pope and the Soldier had arrived at the same time, this was no small matter, and he hurried to the door of the church, but he did not expect that it was full of citizens and nobles who had come to make a pilgrimage.

There were so many people that even the cemetery dozens of meters away was full of people, even beggars, kneeling there waiting for them to look forward to it, hoping to see the good deity here.

After all, he is a descendant of St. Peter, who claims to be the head of the twelve disciples of Jesus, and this title gives Liang a kind of divine meaning in the eyes of mortals, and seeing religious leaders in Tarraco can be described as a manifestation of God.

The doors of the church were slowly opened, and there was a slight commotion from the crowd, but it was restrained. The priest looked at the crowd in front of him suspiciously, and couldn't help muttering in his heart, "I haven't seen them so pious in my life. ”

Soon, Liang slowly appeared outside the church door under the escort of the clergy. He was so noble, dressed in a yellow robe, draped over a cloak made of silk, with a gold ribbon embroidered with various patterns around his neck, and holding a gold scepter, which was studded with precious stones. On top of his head was an exaggerated golden laurel wreath, and the gold decoration made Liang wear a sacred cloak all over his body.

The believers knelt down in submission before Liang, and they murmured to Liang about their distress and longing for him to speak to God and solve the difficulties they prayed for.

Liang Duan sat on the golden chair raised by the four people, and he sat upright, looking down at the beings in front of him with a blank face.

The Bishop of Tarraco could only stand aside and say to the faithful present: "Your Excellency the Pope is open and honest, and he will choose one person to solve his puzzles!" ”

Hearing this undoubtedly brightened the eyes of everyone present, who knelt on the ground and squirmed forward with their knees as their feet, hoping to win the favor of His Holiness the Pope.

"God, help me, help me!" Andrés crowded forward in the crowd, but at this time, because the mud on his clothes made this high-ranking Duke look no different from ordinary civilians, so his usual domineering behavior was not good here.

Others didn't buy it, after all, it was a great opportunity that everyone wanted, and if Yu Liang could be alone, it would be tantamount to seeing God. In this way, you pushed me to the ground, so that Andrés got up from the mud again and again, and was pushed to the ground again and again, but he was still unwilling, opened his mouth and shouted, trying to kneel and continue to move forward.

Perhaps it was such an exaggerated gesture and the mud on his face that successfully attracted Liang's attention, Liang turned his head and looked at Andrés with a frown, and said to the bishop on the side: "It's him, go and greet him!" ”

"You!" The bishop pointed at Andrés and shouted, "Your Holiness the Pope has chosen you, lucky fellow. ”

It was only then that Andrés came to his senses, and he pointed to himself and looked at the bishop in surprise, as if he had not realized that he had become the most fortunate fellow. I didn't even notice the envious and jealous eyes around me.

"Your Holiness the Pope asks you what your name is and what you do!"

"My name is Andrés, the garrison duke of Tarraco!" Andrés replied truthfully.

"The Duke of the Garrison," Liang repeated in a low voice, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, "That's right, such an embarrassed duke, I'd be happy to talk to you." ”

Three days passed in a flash, and the war for Luga and his party to attack the Suewei was about to begin.

The whole army, with more than 5,000 men in two legions plus auxiliary troops, made a total of 20,000 men.

The timing of Luga's choice was also very good, just in the southern part of the Alans harassing the Suebi, and the battle between the Suebi and the Goths was in full swing, and now the only place where the Suebi people settled was the land bordering Rome, but this soon became uneasy, Luga planned to cross Caesar Augustus Tana and attack the Suebi hinterland to inflict heavy losses on them, because a large number of Suebi troops were gathered in the Pompallo area of northern Iberia to confront the Goths, This was powerless against the Roman army that suddenly appeared behind them.

The attack was led by Matteorius and his Luga-Victory Army, and although the attack was in the hinterland, it was still a problem for Matteorius to deal with the Alans, but not for Luga.

"It's all up to you this time, Matteorius." Luga smiled at Matt and said, "Your Excellency will personally oversee the battle and witness Your Excellency's great achievements in the eradication of heretics for God." If you succeed, the credit will be all your Excellency's, and you may become a highly valued guy for His Holiness the Pope. ”

"Oh, oh!" Matteorius was obviously not in a state, and he just nodded in response to Luga's words, and I'm afraid only he knew if he could fight this time.