Sure enough, just as Luga feared, after half a year of recovery, Luga's army had expanded from the original three legions to a new legion called the 21st Luga-Victory Legion.

It was the first legion to bear Luga's own name, the one brought by Matteorius, who had been chattering about Luga and had stepped up to save him. Although this guy has a poisonous mouth, which is very different from the politeness he was when he first met, but being able to appear at such a critical time can already prove his loyalty.

The further expansion of the legion also gave Luga a lot of confidence, but in the season of spring to summer solstice, because there was no obvious seasonal change here. Luga received a letter from Tenaia, which surprised him very much, because he had devoted himself to the military day and night, and for a moment he had forgotten that there was such a woman who wanted to marry him.

It is said that it is easy to grow old, Tenaia has been waiting for Luga for several years, and how many years can a woman wait? After thinking about it, Luga thought of Anai who was far away in Ludug Gaul, these two women, because of how much they had suffered because of their own resignation, I am afraid that Luga himself could not think about it.

"There has to be an account." Luga thought to himself, and then handed over everything to Malenius and Matteolius, and took Andrew and Sebastianus with him along the main Roman road with the guards.

This time it was a quick walk, arriving in Milan in less than a month. Milan is still the same, but after many years of absence, Luga still feels strange when he looks at the gates of Milan and the stretching walls when he stands at the gates again.

"Come in, Tenaia is waiting for you." Andrew began to urge again, and it was clear that his target was not the magnificent city behind the tall walls of Milan, but the vast manor outside the city. Because the beautiful woman is waiting, she always needs an explanation, and she can't pass the door three times without entering, and there will always be a fork in the way if it drags on for a long time.

"Oh, go ahead, after all, Quinta may be in a hurry." Luga said and waved his hand at Andrew, who nodded in surprise, and then rode back and galloped all the way, leaving only Luga with dust pouring in from a window.

"What a rushed bastard." Luga scolded with a smile as he patted the dust falling from his clothes.

"Ha, I envy you guys who have women in mind." Sebastianus sat next to Luga, and he smiled, but Luga could see a trace of jealousy in the eyes he revealed, and suddenly thought that Sebastianus was still alone.

"You should have a mother-in-law to worry about, even if it's cooking for you." Luga said, patting Sebastianus on the leg.

"That's what I thought too, Luga, I've been thinking about it for a long time, no, I think it's a lot." Sebastianus leaned against the wall of the carriage and looked up to the sky, "But as you can see, the war and the infighting in the court have caused me to lose almost everything, and I have no place to live except for the rest of my life, and I am not even sure if I will survive the next moment." From the moment I left Rome, I knew that my goal in this life was only to fight against Aetius, and that my life had no other meaning than that. ”

"But what about you? Sebas. Luga stared into Sebas's eyes and said to him: "It is pointless for you to do this, you have to admit that Aetius is now guarding the territory of Gaul and other places in Rome in the west, he is now at the peak stage, if you succeed, you will be the public enemy of the Romans!" ”

"I don't care!" Sebastianus' gaze was unwavering, though he was already visibly tired. "There are too many public enemies of the Romans, even without them they will find a few innocent people, because the people in power always need such a conspicuous goal to divert the hatred of the Romans against them, I don't care, as long as I can avenge Berniface, I will not hesitate, and leave the rest to God to judge!"

Luga tilted his head and stopped talking, because he knew that he could not shake Sebastianus's position at this time, and he sympathized with Sebastianus's plight, but he could not do anything.

The carriage was carrying the flagpole of the chief soldier, so that it could see the mansion of Arecio all the way, where there were no more guards standing guard, and nothing could be seen except a few slave girls disturbing the courtyard.

Luga hurried in, and the frightened slave girls hurried into the house, they had not seen Luga, and thought that the nobles who came with their guards in noble clothes must be troublemakers.

This time, I only saw a few male ** subordinates with sticks rushing out, they gritted their teeth and deliberately made a fierce appearance, trying to scare Luga away, it seems that this kind of thing is not once or twice.

"This is the courtyard of the Soldier Commander Luga, so don't be obsessed and make a big mistake." The slave at the head scolded Luga.

"Oh yes, Luga's courtyard." After hearing this, Luga nodded again and again, and in the face of the slave's reprimand, not only did not jump like thunder, but smiled and nodded frequently.

The soldier next to him was about to open his mouth to reprimand the slave, but was stopped by Luga, who saw Luga take out the richly decorated soldier's scepter made of pure gold from his loose robes at the slave. He was not afraid that there would be any accidents in the hands of the slave who was in charge, and said to him: "Please take a closer look, what is it in my hand?" ”

It was a precious object, and the slave took the scepter with a puzzled expression, and held it in his hand, and the heavy fellows exchanged their heads and ears. Soon they came to a consensus, "This is the scepter of the soldier chief!" They said in unison.

"Oh, then, who will be able to take the soldier's scepter?" Luga then asked.

"Sergeant, Captain Soldier!" One of the slaves said in a slurbling.

This caused the surrounding slaves to gasp, and they stared at Luga with wide eyes and horror, probably now regretting that they were pointing their sticks at their masters.

They hurried to the sides of the road, and stood trembling, burying their heads in their breasts, waiting for Luga's fate.

"You're all slaves?" Luga asked.

The slaves didn't speak, just nodded.

"Okay, then you're not now." Luga smiled, "I'd be happy to hire you to be the guardian of my courtyard, of course I need you to be able to fight." ”

With that, Luga strode in.