Chapter 169 Entering the City

After entering Genoa, I got off the carriage with Andrew at an open space near the city gate.

"Well, sir, I'll take you there." The coachman smiled kindly at us and slowly walked out of the city gate as Andrew and I watched.

"Then from now on, we're all on our own." Andrew and I smiled at each other. Obviously, he didn't have much interest in this matter because Kunta was not in this city.

“No, no, no.” Andrew shook his head repeatedly, “Luga, we have to say goodbye here too.”

"What?" I couldn't quite believe my ears. I didn't expect Andrew to suggest leaving now.

"Yes, it's true, Luca." Andrew's face was very serious. He went on to explain to me: "I think I have to leave, because you are close enough to Dr. Bella and the others. Then it depends on you, my friend."

"What about you, Andrew?" I asked him, but I already knew where he was going.

"Milan, Luca, you know." Andrew shrugged. "Quinta is there, I want to go find her, God, I really haven't seen her for a long time, I'm afraid she has forgotten me by now. So I want to go and see, okay? My friend."

"Okay, Andrew." I had to face and accept this separation. I had my happiness, and Andrew had his. I couldn't force anything. I just felt a little lost, facing the farewell of my best and only friend. "I hope your wish can come true, and you can be safe and sound with Kunta." I smiled stiffly at him and stretched out my hand to say goodbye to him. Andrew nodded in response, turned around and walked out of the city gate without looking back, leaving me with a figure walking away. After this separation, God knows when we will meet again.

Andrew walked further and further away, and he didn't take anything with him. The wallet was in my hand. I bet that all the savings he had on him now were only a few francs.

"Damn it, how could I have forgotten this."

Holding the heavy bag of money in my hand, I felt very uncomfortable. Although I didn't see Dr. Bella and her family, I still ran up quickly and ran all the way until I caught Andrew who was still moving forward.

"Give!"

Without even looking at Andrew's surprised eyes when he turned around, I gasped and slammed the purse heavily into his hand.

"Luca, what are you doing?" Andrew was at a loss for a moment holding the purse I handed him.

"I'm already home, but you haven't!" I smiled at him, adjusted my breathing, stood up, waved at him, and said, "Go ahead. How can you go without money on the way? You'll be hungry! Besides, you have to go home to find Kunta. You joined the army and returned home, but you didn't bring the wealth and status that the girl wanted. You can't return empty-handed. Otherwise, even if you meet the girl, she may not recognize you. Use this money to buy a decent piece of clothing. No matter what, you can't let the girl see you in a shabby state, otherwise she will definitely regret waiting for you."

After Andrew finished listening, he looked down at the purse in his hand, then looked up at me. His trembling lips opened and closed, and he wanted to say something but stopped. He could only nod his head in acknowledgment, raised his hand and slapped it heavily on my shoulder, shaking it hard twice.

We said goodbye without words. Every few steps Andrew took, he would look back at me, until he became a dot in the distance, and I could no longer see his face clearly.

"Goodbye, Andrew."

I didn't say this until I could no longer see Andrew. At this moment, I finally shed tears. I don't know why, but I was confused, completely confused. I don't know if there is still a place for me in this world. I just know that just now, my only good friend left me, and now I am the only one left.

I stood there in a daze for a long time, and finally took a step and returned to the bustling streets of Genoa. Because of the prosperity of business, pedestrians came and went on the street, including Romans, barbarians, and even Oriental guests, but none of them were people I knew.

"Excuse me, do you know a man called Slave Doctor?" I caught a man who looked like a Roman. (Now, due to hundreds of years of ethnic integration, the Romans are no longer of a single Latin descent, but a very complex cultural ethnicity like the Han people. Therefore, to recognize a Roman, simply looking at his face can no longer determine everything. As long as he is protected by Roman law, he is a Roman.) I didn't know the location of Dr. Bella, so I could only search like looking for a needle in a haystack in this huge city based on the only title that could be regarded as a clue provided to me before we parted.

"No, I haven't heard of it!"

The person being questioned looked at me coldly, shook his head, and left before I could thank him.

I couldn't give up, so I asked the next person, he shook his head to deny it, unwilling to give up. So I asked the third person, still no clues, so I asked the fourth person!

Everyone on the street was asked, but the people they asked just said they were not locals and did not know what kind of person this so-called "slave doctor" was. If they were locals, they would also shake their heads and say they did not know this guy at all.

"What's going on?" I finally sat down in an inconspicuous corner among countless houses in this city, exhausted. No one who came and went gave me a kind look, showing that they were willing to help. In their eyes, I was nothing more than a beggar who was looking for a stranger with a strange reputation. But just as they thought, I was in rags and had nothing.

"Gu..."

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Time passed by, the sun gradually set, and my stomach began to protest again. Hunger was like a curse, making me unable to move, and the strength in my body slowly faded away with the protests.

I have no strength left, but Doctor Bella has not been found yet. I can't just live on the street like this! I stood up again with the help of the wall, looking at the pedestrians in front of me who were gradually becoming scarce in the sunset. I pursed my cracked lips. No, someone must know! "Could it be that Doctor Bella lied to me? There is no such person as a slave doctor in Genoa."

I took a step forward, and the question in my mind stopped me in my tracks. Yes, they asked me to find out about a man called slave doctor, but what about it? I asked countless people, both local and foreign, but no one had heard of him. On the contrary, the term "slave doctor" seemed more like a new word. This made me doubt the credibility of Dr. Bella's words.

"I know that my Redeemer lives, and that he will stand on the earth at the end. After my flesh is destroyed, then outside of my body I shall see God!" The priest in a white robe stood on a small platform on the side of the road, reciting famous verses from the Bible with passion. Their actions were cloaked in sacred cloaks, so naturally there would be faithful believers surrounding him, bowing their heads to pray constantly, and listening carefully to the teachings from God and the apostles from the priest's mouth.

"Believe in God, and don't want heresy or witchcraft. Your diseases can only be cured by God's light and love!" I passed by them and heard these words.

(End of this chapter)