Chapter 140 The Face Under the Mask (Part 1)

"Luga." Andrew called me in a low voice beside me. I could hear the trembling in his voice. He was scared. Facing the guys in armor and holding sharp arrows, he was not the only one who felt the oppressive atmosphere. Even I was a little breathless. I think I was a little afraid too, facing the fierce gazes in those eyes.

What people fear most is not death, but the unknown after death. Just like I am not afraid that they will kill me, but I am afraid of not knowing what they will do next.

"What?" I tried my best to stay calm and looked at Aresio without changing my expression, but I didn't know that my heart was pounding. I couldn't explain where I got the courage from. "Governor, is this how you welcome me?"

As soon as I finished speaking, Alessio raised his chin on the bed. I was too far away to see his eyes, nor did I know what expression he had under the brass mask. But from his actions, I could tell that I had piqued his interest.

"Oh, of course not Mr. Luca."

Alessio's voice was full of laughter. He chuckled and slowly sat up from the gorgeous bed.

"Oh, Mr. Luca, I wonder where you are from. Why do you smell like, um, slaves?" There was a hint of contempt in Aresio's words.

I looked down at my body. Indeed, after walking in the sewage canal, my body was inevitably covered with unspeakable filth and an unbearable stench. I didn't pay close attention to this problem before, but after I regained my attention, the smell made me feel miserable. It was too stinky. But Aresio said, this is the smell of slaves? "We came from the sewer, Sir Aresio, I think the stench comes from your stomach." How could I just laugh off his humiliation? I had to fight back, so I continued, "Maybe the filth on my body is your masterpiece? It's hard to say. I advise you to pay attention to your diet, otherwise you will really smell like a slave!"

"Oh, you arrogant fellow."

Alessio sat on the bed and shook his head at me with a smile. Is he really that lazy? So lazy that he won't even get angry when facing my rude counterattack?

I saw him slowly getting out of bed, putting on the slippers neatly placed under the bed, putting them on his feet lazily, and slowly walking down the stairs.

"Okay, Mr. Luca, as you can see." Alessio said, walking slowly to the wooden table in the middle of the hall. A soldier ran over to help him pull out the chairs in front of the table. "Our situation is very, yes, very pessimistic." Alessio's voice was still so unhurried. If it were someone else, they would have been in a mess and started thinking about how to escape, but Alessio was not so panicked. He was very calm, so calm that it seemed as if this matter had nothing to do with him, and the Bagauda soldiers attacking the Governor's Mansion outside did not seem to be coming for him. Or in other words, he had already made a second-hand preparation, either surrender or escape!

You are talking nonsense, I just came back from outside, and I am very familiar with the situation outside. But I can't say this casually, otherwise it would be so rude. For Alessio, who is a noble, this is a matter of upbringing.

At this time, without waiting for Andrew and I to answer him, he waved his hand, and two soldiers brought chairs to our backs and gently put them down. There was no need to be polite at this time, and Andrew and I sat down on the stools, on both sides of the oil lamp, facing Aresio. However, the table was too long, about six or seven meters long. Aresio sat at the other end of the table, and Andrew and I sat at this end of the table.

Just as we sat down, the soldier standing behind us asked us for iron swords.

"Yes, yes."

As soon as I sat down and was disarmed, I echoed Alessio and asked him, "Aren't you panicking when facing such a powerful enemy?"

"Panicked?" Alessio lazily supported his cheek with his right hand and rested it on the table, his tone sounding like a rhetorical question.

"So, have you thought of any good way to defeat the enemy?" I asked.

"No, no, um, not yet." Aresio looked at me intently and said perfunctorily.

I shut up, I really couldn't find any topic to follow up with him. Then, the whole hall fell into a brief silence.

Perhaps unwilling to remain silent, Aresio, who seemed to be perfunctory, sat up straight and broke the silence. He said, "It was precisely because I had no other ideas that I decided to invite you two. Thank God, you came uninvited."

"Oh, so the Governor-General means that he doesn't intend to let us come back, right? Otherwise, the Governor-General wouldn't have arranged for us to have no chance of returning to the outermost area."

"Hmm? If it's impossible to come back, then how did you come back? Could it be that the idiot I arranged was persuaded by you two on the way and let you go?"

"Ha, you mean the fat guy you're most proud of? Oh, I didn't know you would hire such a good-for-nothing."

"Oh? Then let's talk about that, uh, fat guy." Alessio seemed to have suddenly come to his senses. He sat up straight, which made me a little confused, because at this moment he should at least talk to me about how many enemies there are outside, and the enemy's key attack intersections and so on. He always goes beyond my imagination. He actually talked to me about that timid fat guy? "Governor." I looked at him seriously. "I am also responsible for you and everyone present. It's not appropriate to talk about these useless things at this time! The Bagauda people can attack at any time!"

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"No, it's impossible, Mr. Luca." Alessio smiled and shook his head at me, his words full of confidence. "The Governor's Mansion has my most elite soldiers. I can't easily defeat them with those stinky beggars."

"What about the trebuchets? The army of Bagaudah has trebuchets. Aren't you afraid that a hurricane will bury you?"

"Ha, ha ha ha..." Aresio actually laughed at my question, and the sound was very disdainful. "Don't worry about that, my friend. These poor guys thought that I had a lot of treasures here. They were in the most urgent need of money. They used catapults to destroy the Governor's Palace? Then they must not want to improve their lives."

"How did you know?" I asked him puzzledly. Could this be the reason why he was so calm? "It's a secret, Mr. Luca." Alessio put on the brass mask on his face and continued to support his face with his right hand, looking at us lazily. "Tell me, that fat man, how did he do it."

(End of this chapter)