"No one will ever be able to forgive me again."

On the way back, Luga muttered over and over again, as if in a daze, but this time he had the courage to pull up the curtains, and leaned against the wooden wall alone, staring at the scenery in front of him with godless and godless eyes.

Thinking back to the beginning, there was still a moment of tenderness in his eyes, which was the best proof that he was once kind, but now it is gone.

Augustus reigned in Ludinand, which was a rare event for thousands of years, and Ludinand, who was supposed to sink in the war, was regained his second glory because of Augustus's arrival.

The streets were crowded with people, houses were crowded, formerly abandoned houses were repaired, and everyone took to the streets to cheer at the troops passing in front of them.

Because they won, supposedly without much effort. The invincible Attila was vulnerable to the Roman army, which had been powerful for centuries, and God would always stand with the Romans, because the Romans were God's orthodoxy and God's true people.

No one does not believe that it was because of the favor of heaven that the warriors of Rome were invincible and finally overcame everything. They would celebrate the end of the war with the most solemn festivities, and rejoice that it was themselves, not the Huns, who had won.

"Hooray!"

"Hooray!"

"Hooray!"

Walking on the green leaves of flowers, and the ears were filled with the cheers of people from both sides of the street, this belonged to the victors, and it was also the Luga of Augustus.

Lujia, who enjoyed all this, should have been intoxicated by all this, but his expression had nothing to do with festivity, his face was stiff, and he couldn't show the slightest smile.

"Squeak!"

With a crisp sound, the carriage stopped at Flavis Square in the middle of the city, a newly built square after the reconstruction of Ludinand, simply to praise the merits of Flavis, who, of course, Flavis. A little more of Aetius.

Who cares, Augustus is also Flavis anyway.

"Caesar, here we are."

Andrew lifted the curtain, poked his head into and cautiously beckoned to Luga inside, but Luga didn't react, still leaning against the wall, as if asleep with his eyes open.

"Your Excellency?"

The coachman stood beside Andrew, his face full of uneasiness, and he asked Andrew, "Could it be that Caesar is too tired on this journey, because something is wrong with the exertion?" ”

"No, I'm fine, I'm fine!"

At this moment, Luga's voice rang out suddenly, and the two men looked up and saw that Luga had come to the car and was ready to get out of the car.

The coachman hurriedly held on to the stool, and Andrew helped Luga out of the car.

When the citizens of Ludinand saw the purple robe and the golden crown that shone brightly on their heads, they stopped cheering, and bowed down solemnly and respectfully, and bowed solemnly to Augustus in Rome in the east.

Luga enjoyed the respect and love of the world, and walked all the way to the Doge's Palace, where Pope Leo was alongside Aetius, which really surprised Luga, after all, he did not expect Leo to come all the way here to celebrate this unprecedented victory.

"Why are you here?"

Luga's expression was surprised, and his tone was clearly delighted, and he stepped forward quickly, while Leo smiled, and hugged Luga with his hands outstretched, and greeted them with his face in front of everyone to show his intimacy.

The townspeople were boiling, they cheered for such a scene, a rare scene of harmony, and they were so excited that they almost left Valentinian, the puppet who had long since lost his senses, and who could only hear the news of victory in Ravenna alone, but had nothing to do with him.

"You're a great man, Luga." Leo looked at Luga with a smile, holding Luga's hand tightly with both hands for a long time and refusing to let go, "Tell me, when you won, you were holding the spear of Langnookis that I gave you. ”

"Yes, Papa." Luga's smile froze a little, and he took out two pieces from the pocket of Toga's robe, and then said to Leo, "It did allow me to win this game, but unfortunately, it broke into three sections, and the middle part was not found, so I had to bring back the head and tail of the gun, sorry, Papa." ”

"Oh, that's really an unfortunate thing." Leo looked at the head and tail of the gun in Luga's hand, and a look of regret flashed on his face, but he quickly regained his smile, and continued: "Longnookis used this gun to pierce Jesus in the ribs, the blood of the Lord stained red and healed his eyes, and the Augustus of Rome in the future used this gun to fight in all directions, and it seems that it has fulfilled its mission, and it is not to blame, Caesar, this gun recognizes that you will be the last user, this is a recognition of your merits, and thinks that Rome is safe, There will never be a new war. ”

"May it be as you say, papa." Luga was amazed at Leo's ability to break the Holy Spear.

"Okay, happy times are always short, let's enjoy this hard-won time, remember the deceased together, and celebrate with the living." Aetius stepped forward just in time and walked with Luga and Leo towards the Doge's Palace, cheered by the crowd.

"Now, to celebrate this auspicious occasion, all bread and drinks are free, so have a blast!"

This was undoubtedly great news for the poor people present who could not even afford bread, and they cheered loudly and praised the wise decision of the decision-makers to feast them on the taste of bread and wine for at least the next week.

Banquets are the entertainment of the powerful, and the upper class is naturally incomparable to those commoners, and there will be no shortage of wine, delicacies, and beauties.

The Roman banquet was characterized by luxury, erosion, indulgence in revelry, and carefree enjoyment of this hard-won good time.

The critic can scold this as passable, and the disgruntled can also sarcastically say that it is forgetfulness, and it doesn't matter, this is Rome.

Such a lively atmosphere made Leo, who had always been holy, couldn't help but be greedy for a few glasses, a good pope, but just an ordinary man. He raised his glass and said loudly to everyone present: "Come, leave the confession for tomorrow, after all, we have inexhaustible sins, God is always generous, He will forgive us, as long as we are willing to atone for our sins, but please keep this matter secret, after all, such a special time is rare, maybe only today." ”

If it were someone else, he would have been struck down as a heretic, but he was the Pope, the supreme being of the religious world, his language was the law, and his forgiveness was the voice of God.

The nobles toasted one after another, and Luga was tired of such a revelry after much experience, and he excused himself from the drunkenness, and went out of the banquet hall to the manor in the courtyard.

It's quiet here, no one will disturb it, people are social animals, naturally they love to be lively, and here, there will be no nobles who come to flatter, and there will be no girls who deliberately curry favor with him and take the opportunity to take the throne.

Only a gentle breeze blows, and there is still a hint of cold.

He still needs to be quiet, and it's time to think carefully about what to do in the future, and even decide what kind of person he should be, after all, in this world, there are people who can forgive him.

Suddenly, only to hear the sound of a fight behind him, Luga turned his head sharply, only to see a dark shadow, using skilled fighting skills to knock the two guards behind him to the ground.

He also snatched a man's sword and rushed straight at Lugar.

It was a naked assassination, but somehow Luga didn't show any panic, he turned around, put his elbows on the top of the stone fence, and leaned on the stone fence, with an indifferent look as if he was confident.

"I've been waiting for you, and you showed up." Luga smiled and looked at the dark shadow that was getting closer and closer, and through the faint light of the fire on the side, Luga saw a familiar face, but that face was a little vicissitudes. He didn't say a word, staring at Luga with eyes that glowed like a wolf, glowing green.

"Levi, long time no see." Luga was not afraid at all, and not even the cold air that was close at hand made his words snort.