It's like a small monastery, and it's hard to imagine that Anai was once home to dozens of orphans left behind by the war.

If women are doctrinally allowed to obtain the corresponding rights of men, Anai can be said to be a saint in the world, an angel who should have come to redeem a demon who should not exist.

The carriage moved more and more slowly, and the carriage swayed less and less.

"Caesar, here we are!"

Arecio's reminder made Luga wake up suddenly, and he hurriedly raised his head to look at Arecio, as if he had awakened and couldn't come back to his senses for a while.

"Oh, oh!"

Lu Jia echoed the words, but somehow, his body began to tremble.

"How so, how so?"

Luga asked herself, was this a reaction that she had never had on the way, was it because of guilt? Or why is this so? The emotions expressed by the body are unknown even to Luga, who is the master.

"It's guilt." Luga whispered to herself, and lifted the curtains, and the dilapidated room was right in front of her, so close, so close that it was within reach.

Luga looked down at himself, dressed in a sumptuous tunic of great value, a purple toga made of silk with various beautiful patterns embroidered with gold thread, with delicate cowhide boots, and a laurel wreath of pure gold (organic withering, but gold never). Not to mention the gold rings set with huge gemstones, and the finely polished necklaces,

This dress is a symbol of Augustus, and it is on a par with wealth and glory, and a single costume can buy several such houses in front of you.

"Caesar?"

Arecio got out of the carriage early, and he peeked in outside, looking at Luga curiously, as if wondering why Luga was so hesitant, could it be that he had come all the way but didn't dare to get out of the car?

Luga got up, and took off his ornate toga with a golden crown and boots, leaving only his thin underwear and bare feet.

Even if he looked a little embarrassed, there was no appearance that Augustus should have, but Luga looked very relaxed, like the clothes and decorations that were not heavy in themselves seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he was overwhelmed, but when he took it off, he was relieved, and his whole body was liberated.

"Caesar?" Arecio looked at Luga puzzled, it was really unaccustomed to facing him in such a humble way, "It's just that I miss an old person, there's no need to torture myself so badly." ”

"Dressing too flamboyant is the greatest irony of yourself." Luga smiled, dropping the captain's scepter in his hand and getting out of the carriage with only three fragments of the spear of Longinus, "Anai must have liked my attire like the way I first met her. ”

With his bare feet on the cold, pimpled stones, Luga's face flashed with a hint of discomfort, after all, he had been wearing shoes for some years, although his feet were covered with calluses from the battle.

A cold autumn wind blew, and Luga couldn't help but shiver, but he still endured the cold and took it as a test for Ana.

He was so stubborn that he thought of a dead man expressing his obsession in an ascetic way of torturing himself. He walked towards the dilapidated house in front of him, and everything seemed to return to the first time he had visited her.

In and out are children, they are innocent, although they have experienced the greatest pain of life and death, but they don't know how painful this experience is.

They laughed, frolicked together, passed by Luga, yes, all of them were Luga's imaginations, or overlapping memories of the past.

He pushed open the half-collapsed wooden door and entered the courtyard behind the crumbling stone wall, where various corpses lay white bones as time passed.

The skeletons were so short, they were all children, a group of angels who had ended this experience in the world before they had time to understand the heart-rending pain of the world.

They are so unlucky, and so lucky.

Lugar stepped cautiously, praising the bones scattered on the ground one by one.

"Attila's men lived up to their reputation, and they killed everything, even the children who had no power to resist." Andrew looked at the tragic situation in front of him and was indignant, "He is really a demon, it is hard to imagine whether he is the father of a child or not." ”

"It may be cruelty, or it may be merciful." Lujia muttered as he walked, he thought about it for a long time in his heart, and he thought about it a lot, and he had heard such a sentence since he was a child: put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot, he always couldn't accept why he would be easily forgiven for killing 10,000 people.

Now he understands that killing is not just an act of sin, but that ending the already troubled lives of others is not salvation.

Luga continued to walk, as the cold wind made him shiver, but Andrew stepped forward to put on his cape, and Luga felt a little comfortable under the fur cloak.

He continued on his way and finally saw a small graveyard in front of the door of this house.

And on a tree next to this graveyard, Luga saw a strip of cloth hanging on the branch, and this dusty and filthy strip of cloth hung alone, what did that mean?

"Excuse me?"

Luga's heart instantly rose to his throat, and his whole head was blank, he couldn't think of anything, he couldn't do anything, and this feeling was extremely painful.

"Who are you?"

I heard only a hoarse voice, which was so muddy that I couldn't even tell if it was a man or a woman.

"Who?"

Hearing this, everyone present shuddered with fright, after all, this is a land that has been abandoned for too long.

I saw Andrew suddenly draw his iron sword and block it in front of Luga, and Luga's guards also stepped forward quickly, drew their iron swords and looked around vigilantly, trying to find the source of the sound.

"Oh, don't panic, my lord."

At this time, I saw the dilapidated wooden door in front of me slowly open, and an old woman poked her head out.

"Who the hell are you?"

Andrew took two steps forward and angrily scolded the old woman, blaming her for scaring the crowd.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my lord."

The old woman saw that Luga and the others were so numerous and like soldiers, that she should have regretted that she had spoken too much, but it was so late, and she hurried out dragging her old body, and her dry lips trembled like old trees.

She was old, and she wore dirty clothes, which were so tattered that they could only hide her shame and even scab over. Cloudy eyes looked at Luga, and there was fear in them.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry my lord, I'm just spending the night here."

The old woman kept trembling for herself, and kept defending herself in the presence of Luga, proving that she had not set foot unintentionally.

"Don't be afraid of us, our Roman army will not hurt you."

Luga tried to reassure her, but as soon as he got closer to her, the disgusting smell made Luga stop.