In Augustus, after more than two months of siege in Ebolacom, a large Roman legion arrived south of Ebolacom.

Now they were only a city away from the Celts, and as allies, they did not see each other. Although it was in the name of an ally, the actual relationship was not very good, because ten years of provincial taxes made Luga unhappy until the last moment of regaining Britannia.

Behind Luga was Andrew, who held a huge Rabelan flag, which was different from the golden spear with a skull on it, and an iron sword hanging from the cross below the skull, which was Archie's belongings.

The head was Archie's, the Saxon who spoke Latin fluently and brought a large number of Saxon reinforcements from his homeland to besiege Lundinglum.

He was lucky to have escaped the sneak attack on Camlo Dulum, but in Linton, he was not so lucky. The fragile wooden walls couldn't stop the Roman army, so Archie was finally not as lucky as last time, this time he was caught and beheaded in front of the civilians of Linton, and then his head was planted on the Roman legion's Rabelan flag with a helmet, and the look of pain was still imprinted on his face.

All this time had passed, and Archie's head had become dry, but the helmet would not prevent the Saxons from recognizing their old friend.

"Squeak-"

With a long sound, I saw that the broken city gate was slowly opened, and a group of people walked out of it. A group of dirty soldiers, holding a mother and a son and a man, the mother holding her son's hand tightly, the little one walking in hiding, but still following his mother's footsteps.

The man was grizzled and blind-eyed, driven by the soldiers, walking step by step like a walking corpse.

The group was led by Art, his hands were empty, he didn't carry a single weapon with him, he walked unhurriedly towards Luga, not afraid that Luga would suddenly command the army to kill him.

Behind Alter was followed by a fairly clean fellow, he was not a Saxon, but for this negotiation, he deliberately dressed in the clothes that only Romans would wear, and a Roman appeared in the midst of a group of barbarians, which I have to say is indeed peculiar. What's more, he is here to translate for Alter, so that Alter and Luga can communicate perfectly.

"We are here for peace, Romans!" Alter stretched out his hands towards Luga and walked over with a smile.

"It seems that the war did teach them a hard lesson, and made it clear to them what it would be like to resist the Romans." Looking at Alter who was walking over, Andrew said with a smile: "I have to admit that in the Saxon team, there are still people who can see the situation clearly at this time. ”

"Then why don't you say it, it's that they're scared, after all, it's the Celtics in front of them, and it's us in the back. Sain had died in a duel with the Celts two months earlier. Malenius was equally beaming, because victory was in sight and it was all over.

"Then hurry up, it's like an arrow falling to the sky, a short blink of an eye." Luga sighed, but his attention was not on Art's eyes, but on the mother and son behind them.

"Who are they?" Luga pointed to the mother and son behind Arte in front of him, of course, he was still a little curious about the gray-faced guy, because this guy was somewhat similar to his acquaintance.

"Oh, this woman is Kevin. Sein's wife, presumably your Excellency has no interest in this woman, and, this child! As he spoke, Alter snatched the child from his mother's hands, and the woman tried to snatch her own child, but was stopped by two soldiers in the rear. The woman, of course, was no match for the two soldiers, and could only cry and watch as Arte lifted his son up in front of Luga like a puppy.

"What's his name?" Luga turned over and dismounted, and came to the child.

Strange to say, if it were any other ordinary child, he would have cried and begged his mother, but this child had no fear at all in the face of this group of heavily armed warriors. His eyes lit up with rage, and he glared at Luga viciously, like a wild wolf. It didn't look like what such a young boy should look like, but in front of Luga, it did show itself.

"Hatred, I see hatred in this child's eyes." In the face of such a sharp knife-like gaze, Luga did not shy away at all, he looked directly at this child, how could he be frightened by this young calf? "Hatred is like a lake of blood, his soul is wrapped in hatred, and the blood stains his pure soul red."

"Tell me, did he witness the death of his father?" Luga asked Arte.

"Yes, see it with your own eyes." Alter shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly.

"Oh, that's funny!" Luga withdrew his gaze from the child, and turned back to see Arecio saying to Luga: "This child has a fierce gaze, the devil has planted a seed in his heart, he is now the son of the devil, and he must be killed, in the name of God and Augustus of Rome." ”

"No!" What Arecio didn't expect was that his proposal was rejected by Luga, only to see Luga shake his head, look at the child, and say with a smile: "I don't think so, because, I have never seen such a child, and I really want to see what he looks like when he grows up." ”

"Oh, Your Excellency Luga!" As he spoke, Alter took a sword from the soldier behind him, handed it to Luga, and said to Luga with a smile: "The Dragon's Breath Sword, the relic of the champion warrior, Your Excellency must have seen this sword. ”

Luga took the sword and drew it from the fur scabbard with a "brush" and pressed it against the child's neck. Let the sharp blade cut a wound in his tender neck.

Blood flowed down the blade, and Luga hurriedly reached out to catch the falling blood, but even then, the child did not let out a whimper or shed a single tear in pain.

"He's horrible." Luga looked at the blood in his hand and continued: "Even more terrible than his father, it makes people shudder at such a young age, what a terrible fellow, I'm afraid he has now completely understood hatred and pain." ”

Removing the Dragon's Breath Sword, he pulled a piece of cloth and covered the child's wound.

"Luga." Arecio turned over and dismounted and came behind Luga and asked him, "What the hell is going to be done, what is going to be done with these two, well, the legacy!" ”

"Let them go." Luga said slowly, "Give him back to his mother, let them run away, and never come back." ”

Arecio wanted to say something, but when he couldn't say anything, Art's eyes widened in surprise, obviously he didn't believe why Luga had made such a decision.

"Why hesitate?" Seeing that they were not moving, Luga asked, "Is it because I am old and have no good ears, and you want me to say it a second time?" ”

Alter knew his current situation, so under Luga's orders, he had to say something secretly in his heart: for the sake of the Saxons. And the child was returned to the mother, and the woman picked up the child, and when she saw that the soldiers had let go, she hurried away like a rabbit.

"What's that boy's name?" Looking at the mother's back, Luga asked.

"Arthur." "The boy's name is Arthur, and he was given it by his father, Kevin," said Alter. ”

"Arthur," Luga repeated, lost in thought.