"Oh, Mr. Luga, look at what you say...... "Hurgen saw that he had said the wrong thing, and shook his head at the sight of us that almost strangled him.

I lost patience with him and pierced him bluntly: "Mr. Jürgen, you are not a person who has experienced accidents, at least, you can't even hide your intentions, now, I will tell you about your intentions, first, I asked you why you didn't go to the mercenaries and you complained that they only love money, you can see that such a large army of yours has no money at all, it is hard to imagine where the wealth you plundered after conquering so many cities has gone?" Second, you don't have money to offer lucrative official positions to attract the two of us, so you don't just use this trick on us, it seems that many people must have been deceived by you, and I don't know what they are doing now. ”

It was all my own guess, which made the face of Huergen in front of him blue and white for a while, and I didn't know if what I said was right or wrong. My answer embarrassed him, and he bowed his head and said nothing, and even then, he wouldn't get out of the way.

"Why are you doing this, Mr. Jürgen?" I asked him, puzzled.

"Mr. Luga, the situation is not what you imagined." Urgen bit his lip tightly and continued to explain: "As you know, we are slaves, and oppressed commoners, we have been oppressed for too long, these bitch aristocrats don't treat us as human beings at all, it's better to say to them than to live like this, it's better to die, fuck you, I want to be free!" ”

As he spoke, he spread out his hands and showed us both his dirty, shabby clothes.

"This is an old friend who has followed me for more than ten years, look, this is my clothes, I have never changed for more than ten years, come, look at my body again." Hurgen said, taking off his tattered clothes in front of us, and turning his back away, revealing his scarred back to us.

The scars that had long healed were now like the ugly worm on Ulgen's back, lying on his back, a masterpiece left by a ruthless man.

"Please take a look, Mr. Luga, Mr. Andrew. This was my old life, on a farm outside of Duroc and Torlam, and for a little neglect of the work given to me by my cruel master, he whipped me forty lashes, you know, the kind that struck St. Jesus, so thick with a leather whip that beat me so hard that I couldn't get out of bed for more than ten years. The bed was in the stable, made of weeds, and I don't even know how I got there! As he spoke, Jürgen's voice choked, and although he had his back to me, I could clearly see his shoulders shaking slightly, as if he were sobbing. Looking at Andrew next to him, this guy was already a little moved, presumably he let Urgen's such a miserable experience move his heart, not to mention the heart, at least the defense line in his heart has been shaken.

"When I was a child, my father and mother sold me to that ruthless Roman nobleman because of poverty, and I don't know the exact price, but it doesn't matter anymore." Jürgen turned around and let me see his face, already wet with tears, and he glanced at both of us, and quickly avoided his gaze, and lowered his head to wipe away the tears that were about to flow from the corners of his eyes. Soking, he said slowly: "When I was lying in bed, I had a dream......"

Wait a minute! I have a dream!

I always feel like I've heard this somewhere, yes, it's a choke! It was a long time ago, months ago, so long ago that I could barely forget the face of the man who spoke. But I don't know whether that guy realized his dream or not, and it has nothing to do with me now, but the tragic situation that the man spoke of at the time and the tragic experience that Huergen said now must not be worth mentioning, but even that still touched many kind-hearted people, and I don't know if the tears they shed were sincere or contrived.

"I have a dream, indeed, two gentlemen, that I have been contemplating for ten days in that cold stable!" As he spoke, Jürgen clenched his fists to his chest and cried out aloud: "I swore in that stable, that I would free all the poor slaves who were in the same situation as me!" Never, never, in the hands of the brutal Roman aristocracy. I swear that I will do whatever it takes to liberate those poor people forever. Let them, so that all people can live in freedom, bathed in the light of the love that the gods have sowed. ”

After his encouraging words, I felt that he looked so radiant. It's really like the revolutionaries thousands of years later, who set a lofty goal, and then act as a guide, pointing out a so-called path for those involved, and then walking along that path towards that goal together.

Is this really his ideal? It really looks so glorious and ambitious, but can the innocent woman who was beheaded be reborn because of his words? Or will the restless soul be able to forgive him all his sins at this moment!

"Sounds really good, Luga."

Andrew's words sounded coldly from behind me, interrupting my musings, and I looked back at Andrew, who looked stunned, and knew at a glance that he was moved by the remarks.

"Oh, wake up, Andrew, this can't be the time when you and I are so vague."

"What else do you need to be able to wake up? Luga! "I wanted to persuade Andrew, but who knows, Andrew actually asked me directly. Then he took off his coat and angrily showed me his equally scarred back, but there was a large scar on his back, the wound on it, as Jürgen had done.

"Oh my God."

Now Ürgen behind me was whispering in exclamation, and I turned back to see him silently dressed in his tattered clothes.

"Look, that's what those goddamn fools are paying for our loyal soldiers. Luga, it shouldn't be that so many shames have been forgotten by you one by one at this moment! Andrew looked me straight in the eye and said fiercely.

Hey, what do you mean by that? I wanted to say it directly, but there was an outsider behind me, so I had to shut up, look at Andrew quietly, and listen to him continue, I can admit that empathy is the easiest to be brainwashed!