"You know, Luga, you're like a blood-sucking bug." Aetius said, turning his head to look at the fruit bowl on the table beside him, which contained grapes and apples.

It seemed tempting, but the only thing that made people feel uncomfortable was the few fruit flies flying back and forth on the fruit, and they flew back and forth, making a "buzzing" sound, which was very annoying. Aetius did not take the slightest chance of this pesky little thing, but saw that he took the fruit plate between him and Luga, and his eyes kept turning on the flies on it, which were still unwilling to leave so easily.

"Look at you, how much you look like this little creature, ugly, dirty, and lingering." Aetius followed and stretched out his hand to wave, intending to drive away these ugly little creatures, but how could the world of flies care so much about the threat of these little creatures? They left for a short time, and then gathered together quickly, and as Aetius said, they could not be driven away.

"Now, I'm going to let you tell me!" Aetius said, the fruit bowl in his hand slowly descending, allowing Luga to see his eagle-sharp eyes. His eyes were like countless invisible but piercing through human flesh, tearing at them, making Luga feel very uncomfortable. "Do you know anything about this, and Gara. What is the point of Plasity, how could he have chosen you, the adopted son of Theodosius. ”

Luga didn't know how to answer for a while, and just as he was about to open his mouth, he heard a long horn sound behind him, and the audience was stunned, and thousands of pairs of eyes were staring at the two carriages below at the same time.

A heavy blue one, with blue feathers hanging on the top of the horse's head, and the ornaments on its body are even more gorgeous, and the whole is integrated, like the car of the sea god Poseidon. The rider on it held the reins with his head held high, and he wore a helmet with a golden mastiff's head, and the four horns of his head were decorated with feathers, and the cloak on his shoulders was like a wave that went down to the chariot. The silver armor is inlaid with a little bit of gold, which shines brightly in the sunlight, and when combined with the blue, it really looks like you have seen the sea from a distance.

The other was as red as blood, and the body, wheels, and decorations of the war horse seemed to have been soaked in blood. The body is inlaid with gold, gold and red like the car of the sun god Apollo, and the rider wears a Cobridge-style helmet, a piece of equipment that should have been lost for a long time, but on the field rather than on the battlefield.

The helmet has undergone a special treatment, mainly in the red vertical horse that is decorated on the helmet, which is cut off from the center of the helmet at the top, where there is a thick iron pillar, and at the top of the pillar is a golden eagle with wings spread. On the forehead is a whole piece of brass carved with a statue of Medusa, and after all these years, even after believing in Christ, the Romans still believe in the ancient Medusa's petrified eyes.

The horseman's shoulders were draped in wolf skins, and the back was a whole wolf skin, the blood-red cloak from the waist downward, as if flowing from the wolfskin, and the armor around the front was dotted with red, which gave people the feeling that he was like a bloodthirsty god of war, walking out of the sea of blood.

Both of them wore iron masks, and no one could see their faces, and of course, no one knew what kind of person was hidden under the mask. But the only thing that can be known is that both of them are excellent horsemen, and that the reins are in their hands to show them their amazing horseback skills.

"Answer me quickly, Flavis. Luga! Aetius was obviously impatient, probably because Luga's silence disturbed his mood to watch the game, and he then questioned Luga: "Look, look at this delicious fruit, it is so sweet and refreshing, but let such a filthy thing be defiled, then how can it be eaten?" After saying that, I saw Aetius take off his hand, and the plate fell and fell on the stone ground in front of Aetius. The fruit inside was broken and cracked, but naturally it could not dispel the fly.

"Look, look what it's like!" Aetius pointed to the rotten fruit on the ground surrounded by flies, looked at Luga with a smile, and continued: "This thing always appears so out of place, so I still hope that Lord Luga will tell me how to expel this group of flies?" ”

This was an insult to say this mercilessly, but Luga had to hold back and bear it silently.

At that moment, the horn sounded again, and the two horsemen clung to the reins and prepared to go, and the spectators closed their screaming mouths, when a shirtless and muscular man appeared on the opposite side of the Augustus' exclusive stand. The strong man held a horn in his right hand, he held it up, and everyone was looking at him, waiting for him to give the order to start!

"Whew-"

Soon, with the sound of a sharp trumpet, only the roar of the rider could be heard, and then the two of them wielded the reins violently, and the horses led the chariot like an arrow off the string towards the road ahead, leaving only smoke and dust in the sky.

The two chariots, one blue and one red, sped around the track, and soon passed a lap, with the horses neck and neck, except that the red chariot on the periphery was slightly behind the blue chariot on the inner lap.

The spectators were boiling, their eyes following the speeding chariots, cheering and cheering boldly.

Luga didn't look back at the commotion behind him, he lowered his head and looked at the grapes and apples scattered below, thinking carefully about Aetius's question.

After a while, he took a step forward, slowly crouched down in front of the fruit bowl, reached out and picked up a grape under the gaze of Aetius, flicked the dust off it, and then stuffed it into his mouth.

Strangely, Luga doesn't seem to see such behavior as shameful or insulting to him as a person, presumably because the taste of fruit delights his taste buds.

And that's it, the second, the third, the fourth. Violently and frequently, he picked up the grapes from the ground one by one and put them in his mouth. Such a move surprised everyone present, even Aetius himself, who could not understand what Luga thought, how could a person in such a high position bend down to pick up this tainted thing again.

The cheers of the audience did not arouse any thoughts on Luga's part, and he was fully engaged in the feeling of tasting the delicious taste of this place, even if the fruit broke, it didn't matter, the dust on it was blown off, and it still put in his mouth, which did not affect the taste.

"Isn't this person already crazy!" The guards beside Aetius began to whisper, after all, they couldn't say anything if it were them.