"Hey, my mother, she told me again and again that I had to see you once!" Valentinian III came to Luga's side, and while Luga kissed him on the cheek, Valentinian III whispered in Luga's ear.

Before Luga could come to his senses, Augustus Valentinian III straightened up and said to Luga with a smile: "Thank you really for God's favor to make you successful, so, then, enjoy this moment of victory that belongs to you!" With that, Valentinian turned around, took Lickinia's hand, and left as Lickinia turned around. Luga could see that she wanted to come up and say something to herself, but she didn't get the chance.

"This is your moment, Luga." Leo I smiled at Luga after Valentinian was gone, his smile so pure, as if he were really like a Son.

"I am going back to oversee the faithful in building the cathedral, which is a great project and will be the best place to receive the merits of the Lord." Leo I smiled at Luga, and stepped forward, less than a meter away from Luga.

Luga hurriedly bowed, after all, for His Holiness the Pope, etiquette had to be perfect, and then listened to what he had to say.

"I'm sorry, Lord Leo." Luga said as he pulled out the relics of Father Cankaro from his bosom, the golden cross, hoping that Leo I would recognize it.

"Isn't this Father Jankaro's?" Leo I said, reaching out to take the golden cross, holding it in his hand and playing with it, and then asked curiously, "What does this mean?" Oh, by the way, with that, I thought of Father Jankaro again, why, he was in Britannia, why didn't he come back? ”

"He's dead." Luga replied bluntly, and immediately gagged Leo's mouth. A look of surprise flashed across Leo I's face, a bolt from the blue but not yet, but he didn't know what to do.

"In the battle against the Anglo-Saxons outside Seguntum, he inspired the soldiers to be at the forefront." Luga began to look solemn and said to Leo I in a serious manner: "The soldiers fought valiantly, and the barbarians were not to be outdone, so they swung their javelins at us. Your Excellency, you know, Father Jankaro doesn't have any good protection, especially not being trained, so. Luga swallowed, and then said, "A javelin flew and pierced him, so he fell, and we did our best." ”

"Oh, I see, so it was." Leo I said, drawing a cross on his chest, as if praying for Giancarlo. However, there was no sadness on his face, as if Father Jankarlo's death was expected.

"It doesn't matter, Lord Luga." With a faint smile on his face, Father Jankaro said slowly, "Because of mine, I've already gotten it, so enjoy your victory!" Leo I whispered, chuckled, and then turned to leave surrounded by believers. Only Luga remained, along with his army, and the citizens who participated in the cheering.

Now Luga is facing something more important, and that is Valentinian's mother, Augusta Gala. Plasettia wanted to meet Luga. The stern mother was inseparable from her son Valentinian in public, and this absence must have been severe.

The festivities ended hastily with nothing more than listening to the representatives of the citizens singing the praises of Luga's merits and immortal deeds for the Roman Empire. In turn, Luga had to show his kindness and kindness to the townspeople, spending money on bread to distribute to them, in the name of himself, Augustus, and the Pope.

Turning around and walking into the palace, Luga walked forward at a brisk pace, so fast that it was like a trot, so that Andrew's and other close guards who followed him almost couldn't catch up.

The court minister led the way, all the way up to Augustagalla. The door to Plasettia's room. The maid guarding the door naturally recognized Lu Jia and his party coming, and she hurriedly closed the door and said inside: "General Lu Jia has arrived." ”

The maid inside hurriedly opened the door and let Luga in, but the others were stopped on the grounds that Augusta had summoned Luga alone.

As soon as Luga entered the door, a pungent scent of flowers greeted him, and he was puzzled, and when he opened his eyes and looked around, there were new flowers picked everywhere.

Luga wondered in his heart, thinking about this Gala. How much does Plasettia like flowers, and she has to decorate her room with so many flowers, the house itself is spacious, but when there are too many flowers, I feel very crowded.

A good house, why do you have to put so many flowers in it, and such a strong smell, although fragrant, but the smell is mixed too much, it will smell bad, it will be pungent, I would rather always have so many flowers exude a pungent smell than remove it is to cover up something? Luga thought to himself, and soon, he found the bed among the flowers.

Gallas. Plasity's bed was placed among the flowers, with two curtains on the left and right made of fine tulle, and inside were heavy bedding and white sheets. Gallas. Plasettia lay in it, her eyes closed. The maid served carefully, constantly carrying a basin and bringing water, while carefully wiping Gala with a cloth. Platicia's arm.

Gallas. Plasettia no longer looked like what Luga once saw, and as she got older, she could no longer hold the look on her face. Wrinkles crept wildly all over her face, leaving her looking emaciated and old.

"Augusta, Luga is here!" The maid came to Gala. Plasettia whispered in her ear.

This time, Gala. Prasitia slowly opened her eyes and looked at Luga not far in front of her.

"Oh, my faithful defender of the Empire, you're finally back!" Gallas. A slight smile appeared on Plasity's face, and she looked at Luga, who hurriedly got down on one knee, never thinking that for herself, Gala. The woman Prasitia would be so kind that he listened quietly to Gala. Platicia's command, see what else she can say now?

"As promised, the two provinces of Britannia have been recovered by Your Excellency, but why, I can't see the slightest color of joy on Your Excellency's face?" Gallas. Plasettia asked Luga, but Luga did not answer.

"I know, I know!" Gallas. Plassia let out a long sigh and then said to Luga, "I know that you are resenting me, that I have left you to hide from you that I signed a deal with the Celts. ”

"I don't resent you for that, Lord Augusta!" Luga hurried to speak, burying his head in silence.

"This hastened your progress in recovering Britannia, albeit at the cost of ten years of taxes in Britannia." Gallas. Plasitia let out a long sigh and looked at Luga, with an indescribable emotion in her eyes.