The night was heavy and dark, and the darkness in front of me was deep and oppressive. It's all thanks to the dark clouds in the sky, this is a place without a moon, without stars, if it weren't for standing on the street with your feet really stepping on the solid stone pavement, I'm afraid that the darkness in front of you would make it impossible to distinguish between heaven and earth.

All this seems to return to the origin of the so-called creation of God, so that those who are still awake can get a glimpse of the nothingness of the creation of the world, and the devout believers who are still awake and can see this scene at this time will inevitably have a sense of admiration for God in their hearts.

Luga sat in front of the open window, staring blankly at the sky outside, his eyes adjusted to the darkness, so that in the darkness he could faintly see the flow of dark clouds in the sky.

Downward, except for the torches held by the guard soldiers, they were on guard like a beating flame, which gave such a lifeless world a glimmer of light and life.

The wind was blowing, and it was blowing through the window, but Luga had no intention of avoiding it.

"At this time, God has brought the world of creation to an end outside the temple, but you stubbornly look at the darkness before you, and refuse to turn back and linger in the light for a moment."

One sentence pulled Luga back to reality from the night sky outside the window, "That's because I found that in front of the darkness in front of me, the light in the room is so vulnerable, instead of dodging, it is better to bravely face the darkness, maybe I can still fight for a little life." He explained, and when he turned around, he saw Pope Leo fresh out of the bath, and slowly came to the bed near the wall of fire, followed by the three maids.

Dressed in plain white clothes and wearing a linen hood, Chad did not seem to be different from other mortals, but his status and nobility made him unable to be equated with mortals.

Because of his nobility, the care was naturally careful and careful, and the three hand-picked maids wiped his bare feet and calves with cotton cloths, while Leo closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the special treatment and taking it for granted.

"Your Excellency!"

At this time, a small female voice came from Luga's side, and the voice seemed to be a virgin sighing softly, afraid that it would not be heard if it was further away.

Luga lowered his head and saw a maid, who hurriedly saluted, and continued, "Please take a step away, sir." As she spoke, she looked at the open window, and Luga realized that she was afraid that the cold wind blowing from the window would defile the Pope's noble body.

Luga hurriedly hid to the side, so as not to disturb the maid's movements.

Looking at Leo again, the guy was wrapped in a blanket under the care of the three women, and looked at Luga half-lying on the bed, his expression cold and unpleasant.

"Perfect explanation, Luga." Leo smiled and continued, "If you had chosen to dedicate your life to God, I'm afraid I would have one more competitor, or maybe the church would have one more excellent bishop." ”

"No!" Luga shook his head firmly, "If words and faith in God's love can make the pagans willingly lay down their arms and submit to Rome, I am afraid that then I will be happy to do so." ”

"In fact, you are not a good officer, Lord Luga!" Leo couldn't but smile at Luga's rhetoric, and there was no other word more poignant than this disapproving smile. "It seems that you have neglected the training of the army, and I admit that you are very busy, especially to defend Rome."

Luga couldn't hear the so-called understanding here, but the more meaning was focused on Leo's first half of the sentence, and he had to admit that it was indeed his problem.

"I'm very sorry for this and I'm deeply ashamed of it, papa."

"No, Luga, you have nothing to blame, at least Tarraco is still under the blessing of God's glory, and not in the abyss of pagan chaos."

As he spoke, Leo sighed, and the wind was raging outside the window, beating on the glass window like a door.

"It's like the darkness and the wind raging in front of you, and the whole of Iberia is facing more than that." Leo sighed lightly, and the image of the whole person was in place, really giving people a sense of holiness. I have to admit that he has already entered the drama in the position of pope, and he enjoys this way of life, and he also enjoys the awe that the world brings to him.

"I once had a dream that God told me to bring the glory of the Lord to this war-torn place, so that the blind and poor people here could feel the Lord's love."

"Then there is no need for you to come in person. Which bishop you could have called. ”

"It is God's will!" Leo was resolute.

Even if Luga didn't believe in this thing at all, Luga couldn't deny Leo's will.

"The people here will be honored to be here in person, Papa!" Even with a helpless face, Luga had to deal with Leo, after all, his visit could really give the area a lot of significance.

"Do your duty, then, Captain Soldier." Leo waved his hand at the maids, motioning for them to stand down.

"Go back too, Lord Luga, now is not the time for you to fulfill your duty to guard, so leave the task of guarding to the guards."

"As you wish, Papa!" Luga bowed to Leo and then stepped back, leaving Leo alone on the bed.

"What? What are you doing here? The quiet street was broken by the drunken shouting of Matteorius, and only a few dozen torches could be seen in the wind-swept streets, the flames struggling in the wind and not willing to be extinguished, and in the faint light, several soldiers tied Matteorius with ropes to make him break free.

"Damn, do you know who you're tying up?" Matteolius struggled and shouted loudly, regardless of his own face, "Do you know who I am? I'm Flavies. Luga's savior, and the commander of the 21st Legion! ”

Of course, the soldiers around him heard him report to his home, but it didn't seem to make much sense, because their steps were faster.

Gradually, Matteorius stopped struggling to resist, not only because he was tired and felt that this was just a waste of energy, but also because the road that the gang was going to take was in the direction of the barracks, which made him a little puzzled, could it be that his own soldiers were rioting?

Everything is unknown, and we can only talk about it in the barracks.

Once in the barracks, the soldiers pressed Matteorius towards their own war chamber in the middle of the camp. The camp was full of his own soldiers, undressed like beggars in the streets, looking at Matteorius with two eyes, and hoping to see what was going on.

"Hey, soldier!" Matteorius asked the soldier who was escorting him, "Can you tell me what the hell is going on?" ”

"We'll find out when you get in!"

As soon as I entered the battle hall, I saw a group of officers standing on the table that had been reorganized after the original chaos.

They gathered around Lugar, as if they were pointing to the map and talking about something.

"Let go of me! Let me go! ”

At the sight of Luga, Matteorius was refreshed, and he broke free from the soldiers beside him, but the rope made him suffer a lot.