Chapter 100 Killing and Protecting It

hurts so much. Because of the nervous tension, I felt the pain in my neck increase dozens of times in an instant, almost to the point of being unbearable.

"Although we tried our best to save your life, they refused to allow it for the so-called truth!" Anthony stood up straight, which made him look down on me, as if I was really a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and he was the executioner. In my eyes, the black cross on the golden laurel wreath on his head was very conspicuous, and it seemed to me that it was more dazzling than the golden laurel wreath.

No wonder Guy's current anger made him so furious, it turns out they are in the same group! Although I look weak, I have not lost my will and can still think independently.

"What? You won't beg for mercy from me? A guy who has lost his usefulness!" Anthony grinned, and the iron sword on my shoulder with his right hand gradually sank into my flesh.

My heart was calm at this moment. I slowly closed my eyes, and all that was left was to sigh to the sky for the rest of the time, laughing at myself for never expecting that I would not die on the battlefield, but die at the hands of the guy I trusted.

"Any last words?" Anthony said with disdain, "I don't think you need to say any more nonsense. Save your energy to complain to God!"

With that, Anthony swung his sword and placed the blade against my throat, just as he was about to pull hard.

“That’s enough!”

The loud shout coming from behind Anthony frightened him so much that his hands trembled. He turned around quickly and saw Aetius. He stood up and stared at Anthony with an expressionless face, but the look in his eyes conveyed a warning to Anthony.

"Your Mightiness?"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Anthony quickly retracted the iron sword and turned to look at Aetius. His voice immediately became very gentle, and it seemed that he was still very afraid of Aetius. Anthony trembled and hurriedly sheathed his sword, stepped aside, and left the best position facing me to Aetius.

I was too weak and I didn't know how long I had been unconscious. My lips were chapped now, but I still had to face Aetius's gloomy face.

"Give me a drink of water!"

My throat was about to smoke. When I opened my mouth, my voice was hoarse. I admit that my voice was as small as a mosquito. Aetius leaned over to listen and then called out behind him, "Bring me a glass of water."

The accompanying officer, yes, that guy Levi, quickly handed over an exquisite wine glass filled with clear water.

Aetius took the cup and fed me water himself. This was far beyond my expectation. I was thirsty and could not move because my hands and feet were tied. I could only stretch my neck and pout to drink the water in the cup. The water was just the most basic river water. I drank it up little by little. To be honest, the water tasted a bit sweet to me.

"Ask!"

Although I still felt a little unsatisfied, there was only so much water, and I was very grateful that it ended my current pain. I said directly: "Whatever you want to ask, I will tell you the truth!"

"I don't need to ask you anything, Orius Luca!" Aetius still had a stern face and expressionless expression, and no word he uttered could reveal what kind of emotion he was feeling at the moment.

Their eyes met for just a few seconds before Aetius turned around, looked at the people behind him, spread his hands and said loudly, "I don't think Orius Luca should be held responsible for Guy's disappearance. As everyone has seen, the more than 200 people who retreated unanimously confessed that they were ambushed."

"But, Sir Aetius!" Antony was the first to object to what Aetius said. He stepped forward, pointed at me and said in a deep voice: "We have every reason to believe that he knew where Guy was. On the contrary, what if he had caused this chest injury on purpose?"

What a sophistry! Anthony is indeed a senior politician in the Senate. When he speaks, white becomes black. I don't have the energy to refute his sophistry. I think everyone present can see his lies! "This explanation is very far-fetched, Mr. Anthony!"

As expected, Aetius was the first to question it. He pointed at Antony and said, "You are disrespecting me by trying to execute Orius Luca without my consent. Now I wonder how you have the guts to ignore my existence."

Antony was defeated. He must have succumbed to Aetius' power. His face turned red and blue. However, this setback was nothing to this senior politician! "Well, let's imagine it."

Seeing that he could not convince Aetius, Anthony shifted his target to everyone present. He stretched out his right index finger and tapped his temple and continued, "A centurion should be the least likely to be injured. Except for the centurion of the 100th team who died in the battle, the centurions who retreated together were not injured. But why was only Orius Luca seriously injured?"

"What if they were accidentally injured in the melee?"

There were doubts again from the crowd.

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"Good question!" Anthony looked very excited, as if this question had unconsciously paved the way for him to start a new argument. This guy who was always talking was smiling, holding his head high and giving people a sense of confidence. He said in a loud voice, "Gentlemen! As we all know, our legion is organized into centuries, and the centurions are the ones that the soldiers focus on protecting. If we talk about evidence, then the two centurions who are standing outside the tent unscathed are the best examples. But let's look at Orius Luca." He pointed at the wound on my chest that had just been bandaged, and took the opportunity to say, "Why did he get injured for no reason? Was it really the Germans who did it? The gentleman just said it very well. There was a melee, but according to investigations, a considerable number of the soldiers who retreated were under the command of Orius Luca. How do you explain this?"

As expected of a senator, I looked around at the people nodding their heads in agreement. I felt mixed emotions. I didn't know whether to praise Antony's eloquence or scold them for their stupidity!

"Sir Aetius!"

The old voice called his name. Aetius turned his head and I looked at it. What I saw was the priest in long robes. The old priest was holding the golden cross in his hand. He was old and needed followers to serve him, but the years had not changed his deep eyes. He coughed softly and covered his mouth with his empty fist. It seemed that he had accepted a very systematic etiquette.

"Oh? Father Galba!" Aetius' tone was obviously softened a lot. He turned towards Father Galba, but his high chest still could not hide his arrogance.

(End of this chapter)