Chapter 168 Genoa

What can I do? This is the calmness after I have completely vented my anger. I know that those bold words must be based on reality.

"There's nothing I can do about it, at least not yet."

I had to pessimistically admit that I was powerless in my current situation. I could only endure the pain that Levi brought me, staggered over, and struggled to help Andrew up.

"Let's go, Andrew." I put his arm on my shoulder. We had nothing on us except Levi's purse and the few remaining Oren gold coins in it. We embarked on the so-called journey home, which was completely different from what I had imagined going home to be like. It was embarrassing enough, and more importantly, I didn't know if that place was my home.

I bought a piece of coarse cloth and some food and herbs to apply on Andrew's wound. I don't know why, but the villagers in those villages gradually stopped using herbs and instead began to say that if they were sick, they would go to the church to pray to God for protection.

How could I believe such words? Although they called the doctor a witch doctor, an ominous person, I was still happy to visit him. Similarly, the price they asked for was extremely high. I spent one Oren on Andrew. This must be the reason why the villagers don't like witch doctors.

I kept on walking and continuing to walk. I felt like a corpse. This blow turned me into a corpse that hardly spoke. Apart from walking and eating, the rest of the time was spent thinking about what to do next.

In the new village, I found another coachman, a healthy young coachman. He stared at Andrew and me with his brown eyes. "Excuse me, gentlemen, have you encountered bandits?"

"I guess so." I smiled bitterly and continued, "They took everything from me, but luckily I secretly hid a bag of money so that I could return home."

"Where are you going, sir?"

"Genoa, our relatives are there, well, they can be considered relatives."

"Genoa..." The coachman held his chin and thought for a moment, "So you are a businessman, Genoa is famous for trade."

"Ah." I hesitated for a moment, "I guess so. I don't know what it is now."

"Ha, sir, don't lose heart!" The coachman smiled. He stretched out his hand and wanted to pat my shoulder, but he hesitated at the moment when he was about to touch my shoulder. He thought of me as the boss and also considered that I might not like this, so he smiled at me awkwardly and retracted his outstretched right hand.

"Then, let's go!" The coachman laughed again, pointing to the carriage behind him. I nodded, and then a new journey began, but without Ana. And my original wish, my desire to return to the innocence of the mountains and all my fantasies about the future.

Genoa, this is the result after Andrew and I hired a carriage again and drove for three days. We are almost there, and it is still early, so I asked the coachman to stop at a high ground. Looking at the scenery in front of me can make me feel a little better. I know that if I continue to be depressed, I will definitely get sick, so I want to see the scenery and try to dispel the haze in my heart.

This is a coastal city. Because of the port, there are endless merchant ships coming and going. I found it from a long distance on the high dirt road. This is my first time seeing Genoa. Maybe it's the same as the coachman. A prosperous city, facing the endless sea, brave merchants sitting on the boats, they come from the sea, and go from the sea. Only a piece of goods or enough denarius are left.

"Sir, I once had a dream of becoming a sailor, of course not a rowing kind, but to sail on the sea and go to other parts of the empire!" The young coachman pointed to the endless sea, his eyes revealing endless desire.

"So, your parents or your wife, you don't care?"

"My parents can take care of themselves, but they don't want me to have such thoughts!" The coachman skillfully controlled the not-so-strong horse. He continued, "But who would want to live in a place where wars break out all the time? Barbarians settle here every now and then. They all have thief-like eyes, weapons, and speak strange languages. Who knows what they are plotting? Maybe they want to overthrow the village elders?"

"Then you can join the army!" I looked at him. Although I was disappointed with the army, I still recommended him to go. At least he wouldn't be a pawn used by the powerful like me. "You yearn for the sea, so you can become a navy, follow the Roman fleet on the sea, visit cities in the empire one after another, or drive away pirates who threaten merchants."

"navy?"

I never expected that the young coachman would stare at me with wide eyes, as if I were a stranger.

"Sir, you must have been away for a long time."

"Well, why do you ask?" His expression made me unable to understand for a moment, as if my recommendation was not a pointed way out for him, but a pair of hands, pushing him into the fire pit he knew.

"Then you must have not been back for a long time." The coachman looked at me, and the expression on his face looked very certain.

"Yes, I haven't been back for a long time, so long that I don't know anything about what happened here."

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"Then I'll tell you, sir." The coachman looked back at the sea and said slowly, "That was last year. I heard that the Vandals who fled from Gaul arrived at the coast opposite us. They quickly became very powerful and defeated our navy. Well, it should be the only one. I heard that they were very large and almost mobilized all the warships in our coastal cities. There were countless sailors, but none of them came back."

"So, whoever joins the navy will be unlucky."

"What happened last year." I repeated, and couldn't help but think of what Aresio said. The Senate secretly established a subordinate relationship with the Vandals, but the Senate took a wrong step. Although the Vandals suffered setbacks, they were not obedient little lambs after all, but bloodthirsty wolves.

Vandal means wanderers, and they are also destroyers, thoroughgoing barbarians. The beginning of the naval battle is the most tangible evidence that they are about to break away from Rome. By then, Rome will be in an irreparable situation.

I don't want that scene to happen again. I realized that the so-called ordinary life is just a miserable existence. If I want to keep my love, I must make myself strong. The proof of strength is to build achievements in the Roman way.

"Levi, just wait. I will find a way for me to become successful. When the time comes, you will give back what you took from me."

I spent the whole day copying notes on the Party Constitution. My fingers feel like they are not my own. There is more to do tomorrow. I am about to collapse!

(End of this chapter)