"Sometimes, I often ask myself, what am I here for?"

Luga stood at the table, bowed his head, and looked through the dim oil light at the old armor neatly laid out on the table, which was not as ornate as the one he had worn in front of the church, and apparently made it obvious that everyone could recognize it as Augustus at a glance.

But the armor was different, it was a little old, and unlike the armor that had been used for ceremonial purposes, it was just a set of iron scales that were so common that you couldn't see any difference in the armor of an officer. Although it has been some years, fortunately, there are many ways to maintain it in the court, so that the armor that has accompanied Luga for many years is still as good as new.

However, even the world's best maintenance could not change the ordinariness of this armor, yes, it was just an ordinary officer's armor, which was not made more ornate by the fact that it was once worn on Augustus.

This also proves from the side that Augustus is nothing more than a mortal.

Luga reached out and lifted the armor up, feeling the weight of the armor with the gravity it brought to his arm.

"Caesar, the soldiers have been assembled......" Walkerrick reported as he walked, and after a short time entered the room, as soon as he entered the door, Walkerrick stopped reporting, Walkerrick stood behind Luga and looked at Luga's back, and was silent for a while, at least he knew that Luga was aware of his existence.

Even so, Luga slowly lifted the humble armor unhurriedly.

"I wore it from Athens to Syracuse, and from Syracuse to Palermo, to Carthage." Luga said, his eyes fixed on the armor in front of him, "I used this armor to slaughter the Vandals, these supposedly homeless animals. At that time, outside the city of Carthage, the Vandals tried to fight us in close quarters, and I surrounded them with my command ships, and they wanted to fight in close combat, so I gave them a chance, and I made them bleed, and I clearly saw Gaisaric standing on the lighthouse at the head of the city, and if my army had gone any further, I think he would have jumped off the lighthouse and been crushed to pieces on the rocks below. ”

Speaking of this, Lu Jia couldn't help but let out a long sigh, "When Nai is unlucky, the country will not be the country." After saying that, Lu Jia snorted coldly, sneering mixed with a little helplessness, faintly revealed into a sad word, who can understand such sadness, I am afraid that there are only Lu Jia himself.

"I've beaten Gaisaric again and again with him, and now I'm holding it again, let's see what kind of luck it can bring me."

After speaking, Luga turned his head to look at Walcreek behind him, and said, "What are you doing in a daze, come and help me put on my armor, we need to greet the guests." ”

Walcreek didn't dare to hesitate, and he walked over quickly to help Luga put on the whole set of armor. Luga, on the other hand, picked up the red tasseled horned helmet from the table, and he held it in both hands, looked around, and stroked every broken mark on it with his fingers.

"This thing is a record of my battles in western Rome." Luga said, pointing to a scratch on the right side of the horned helmet. "This is what I left over from their axe when we fought against Gaisaric in the south of Palermo, and the crazy Vandals wielded the axe, which was amazing."

Then Luga pointed to a depression on the left, which was left over from our battle with the Bagouda rebels outside Augusta Trevil, oh my God, these damn guys shot my horse, I was thrown out, I didn't think I would survive, oh my God, I couldn't see what was wrong with me, I just felt weak, as if I had been ripped apart, and I had just become a captain, yes, a captain with only two or three legions, Not even comparable to the governor of a province, but in this way, I defeated the rebels of Ba Gouda, whom the dukes could not have imagined, and then re-bordered the entire territory with the Rhine Line in the north. ”

Walcreek listened silently, his hands busy all the time, tying Luga to put on the scales and fastening the belt around his waist.

"At last I crossed the strait again with a bang, and with half an army against the Saxons, who is their king? Oh my God, look at my memory. Luga slapped his forehead, but couldn't help but look at the box in the corner, "He's a stubborn fellow, and he mobilized all the soldiers of Britain to fight me, but he all fell at my feet, and I let his children go." ”

Looking at this helmet, Luga was deeply moved, and he couldn't help but think back to everything that had happened at the beginning, even the child, the child who had been let go, and who was dependent on his equally poor mother.

The woman who left with Arthur in his arms, the wife with the Dragon's Breath Sword, and the child's eyes looking at Luga before parting, how old was he? It's ten years old, oh my God, the days fly by, more than ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, and time has made the lion no longer as strong as it used to be.

At this time, Luga thought of Anai again, the woman he had promised and failed all his life.

If God closes the door, he will open a window, and man can only choose between the door and the window. He was young and promising, with a lot of enthusiasm, and he walked a whole circle along Rome in the west with countless young people with dreams.

She is dead, a life full of obsessions and tragedies ended in the most cruel way by the barbarians, she is a saint, and Luga is a demon.

"No one has ever forgiven me again......"

Luga muttered, for some reason, when all the scenes of the past came to his heart, Luga's nose was sour, he secretly screamed that it was not good, and hurriedly raised his head.

He did everything in his power to keep the tears from falling, and let it spin back and forth in his eye sockets, not to mention how bad it felt.

"Oh my God, look at me." Luga began to talk to herself again, "What the hell is wrong with me, what the hell is wrong with me?" ”

As he spoke, he sobbed softly, rubbed his eyes, and wiped away the tears that were about to flow from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.

Walklick was still working hard, after all, this kind of armor Luga hadn't worn for too long, and it was much bigger.

"When people get older, they always want to recall the past, whether it is glory or shame, they can accept it with an open mind at this moment." Luga began to talk to himself again, like a chattering old man with Parkinson's disease, "Probably God is reminding me not to forget this no matter what." ”

"Yes, yes!" Walcreek stopped what he was doing, he stood up, and said to Luga: "Caesar, this armor is a little big, I have tied the belt to the tightest, it is still a little loose, it seems. ”

"What? This is already the tightest? Luga lowered his head and reached out to stroke the scale armor, "It seems that I am really old, like an aging lion, no matter how difficult it is to control the group. ”

"Please don't say that, Caesar! Augustus lived a long life! ”

"Yes, yes, at the end of the day they all have their own graves, it's ironic." Luga said, and walked out of the house to the staircase.

At this time, the open space outside the gate was filled with heavily armed soldiers, all of whom were descendants of the Praetorian Guard, who volunteered to follow the warriors left behind by Luga.

"It seems that there are guests visiting late at night, and they don't seem friendly." Luga said as he slowly walked down the steps unhurriedly, "The citizens of Rome are praying to God to let them go, and I, and you, all of whom are God's apostles, have naturally been called by God to gather here, well, let's see, these rude and offensive guys, what are they capable of!" ”