Chapter 179: Collaboration with the enemy

It was only half past midnight, and Aresio and his guards were impatient. Seeing that there was nothing to explain, they began to order the guards to pack their equipment and get on the carriage. Andrew and I were the protagonists of this plan, so we naturally had to receive generous treatment. It was nothing more than the two of us riding in the carriage, and we were with Aresio, and there was another guy. This guy was very mysterious, because he hid his whole body in a gray robe, so deep that I could hardly see his face. The rest of the guards rode horses outside the carriage. Of course, Aresio had money and enough horses. God knew what kind of evil this old man had in his stomach.

Riding a horse in that era was a physically demanding job. Without the support of stirrups, the strength depended entirely on the thighs squeezing the horse's back. It was not easy to walk steadily, let alone fight on horseback.

Andrew had no more chicken legs to eat. He looked at the chicken leg bones in his hand, which had been eaten without any meat, and sighed. He reluctantly threw the chicken bones to the side of the road. Then, like a dead dog, he collapsed on the wooden seat of the carriage, his eyes were blank, as if he had been hit and was depressed.

"What's wrong, Andrew?" As a friend and comrade-in-arms, even though his indifference just now hurt my feelings, I still have to show my concern.

"Hey, don't mention it, you vicious woman! In fact, I haven't spoken properly for almost a week." Andrew supported his cheek with his hands, his eyes looking up at the sky. His distress had made him lose the energy to do anything.

"What? Are you arguing again?" I really don't know why I added the word "again".

"Hey, don't mention it." Andrew stretched his body, "I found that I can't do anything well except fighting and being a soldier!" Then he stretched out a finger, indicating that he wanted to give an example. "Let's talk about the grapevine first. How could I know that the vine was so delicate? I just broke one of them with a little force. It was that one that Quinta almost killed me and called me a robber who destroyed many of her orens." Andrew snorted coldly and complained to himself in a low voice: "I am at least a centurion of the legion. I have seen so many orens. So what are just a few of them?"

"Okay, okay!" I smiled and waved at him. This reminded me of when we were cleaning up the battlefield, Oren was the unit we looted, Denarius was the coin to squander, and Foley, my God, who would use such a thing to occupy their already limited purse? But the world has changed, the glorious days are gone, and now neither of us has a penny. The legendary Oren coin has only appeared in bragging. "Okay, Andrew, calm down. When the time comes, we will see the reward this time. It must be very generous. When the time comes, you will hold a lot of Oren and tell her that this is money for you, and then you will destroy all of Quinta's vineyards and plant them all with ornamental flowers. Tell her that we can live well without planting on this land!"

"Oh, really?"

Aresio, who was sitting aside unwilling to be lonely, finally spoke. It seemed that my bragging aroused his interest. As we all know, Aresio is a famous rich man. Although he did not mention a word to us about the punishment imposed on him by Aetius after the defeat of Boniface, I knew that the process must have been very humiliating and it was a past that he could not bear to recall.

"Oh, by the way." I looked at Alessio and asked, "We are already here, we are in the car, and you said you trust both of us, so you can tell me your plan now."

"Plan?" Alessio paused. He must be thinking about how to deal with us. It's okay. Since we are on the pirate ship, we should listen to the pirates. The main thing is that I am afraid that Alessio will keep saying that he is different from Aetius, but how can I guarantee that he will not make the same choice as Aetius when he encounters a very critical moment. I don't believe he can't do it.

"The road is still long. Why do you two want to know so urgently?" Alessio was very curious. He turned around and looked at the two of us with curiosity, as if he wanted to see what we were thinking.

"I think so." I scratched my head. I haven't washed my hair properly for a while. Such half-long hair is not only itchy, but also ugly. But there is no way. I have to go on the road in such a hurry. There is no chance to find a good barber to deal with it. "Since we are the key to this plan, why don't we know anything? You only told us the general situation, but you didn't mention the detailed plan. Are you saying that we are cannon fodder?"

"Ha, how is that possible, Luca? I will tell you clearly that no one will become cannon fodder in this operation." Aresio said, turning his gaze to the gray-robed man who was sitting motionless beside him. The man was like a sculpture.

"Fred!" Alessio lifted the car door curtain slightly and greeted him softly. He didn't dare to stick his head out. He must have known his fame and fate to everyone in Milan.

"As you command, sir." Fred's voice came from outside the carriage.

"Have you left the city?" Alessio asked.

"We have long left Milan, sir. Now you can talk freely."

"Very good!" Aresio lowered the door curtain, turned around and looked at the gray-robed guest, his tone softened, and he said slowly: "Okay, there is nothing to hide, distinguished guest."

Then the man in gray turned his head and looked at Aresio, then slowly pulled down the gray hat covering his head, so that we could see his face clearly. At that moment, I felt like my breathing was about to stop, because that face, that person, was the Badauda member - Jurgen!

"You, you!" I remembered his face clearly, but in my excitement, I forgot his name at the first moment. I was at a loss, so I could only stammer, "I've seen you before!"

"Yes, your memory is quite good. It is my honor to let you remember it." Jurgen was clearly trying to keep me in suspense. He thought that this was being polite and he didn't care at all whether the two of us would fall for it or not.

"Sir Aresio." Andrew was the first to get impatient. He pointed at Jurgen and asked, "This man is a member of the Badauda faction. You invited him here now. Does that mean you have committed treason and are collaborating with the enemy?"

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"No, no, no, Andrew and Master Luca." Alessio began to use honorifics. After a short pause, a wicked smile appeared on his face and he said to us, "I am not a traitor. I just want to prevent Valentinian from winning!"

(End of this chapter)