Chapter 204 Homecoming

Early the next morning, Andrew came to call Luca and told him that Augustus was about to leave.

Luka responded hastily, then stood up and put on the armor Andrew brought him yesterday with Andrew's help. When he walked out of the wounded camp, a familiar wailing sound reached Luka's ears.

"Why, didn't Augustus tell us how to resettle them? After all, they are excellent soldiers who have made indelible contributions to the empire." Looking at them struggling in pain, Luca couldn't bear it, not to mention that Andrew came empty-handed, which means that Augustus might not have cared about them at all.

"I'm sorry, Luca!" Andrew shrugged and said helplessly, "Augustus's schedule didn't mention how to deal with these wounded soldiers."

Such words coming from Andrew's mouth really shocked Luca, because in Luca's heart he has always been an upright person. How could he be indifferent in the face of so many lives, and not even make any move to complain?

"Are we just going to let them fend for themselves here?" Luca didn't rush to get angry at Andrew, because he knew that impulsiveness wouldn't solve any problems. He asked Andrew, hoping that Andrew would have a change of heart at this moment.

"I'm sorry, Luca." Andrew was still indifferent. He shrugged at Luca and said to him, "Augustus can't take them with him because a long journey would kill them. It's too cruel..."

"Isn't it cruel to let them die here?" Luca's voice rose eight degrees, but he suppressed his anger. Death, the accumulated death due to inaction, had long made Luca fed up. Is it right for Augustus to not come to visit these thousands of people just because those nobles refused to do so? He suppressed the doctors who could save lives and supported the priests who were like idiots. I wonder if Augustus would feel guilty if he smelled the burnt smell of the dead in the wounded camp. There were too many dissatisfactions and questions, but Luca didn't dare to say it. Saying it would only cause trouble for himself.

The groans of the wounded soldiers once again reached Luka's ears. He stood there in silence for a long time, and was entangled for a long time. Finally, he took a deep breath, as if he had gathered up his courage, and turned around and walked into the tent full of struggling wounded soldiers. The moment he entered, a stench hit Luka's face like a wave, but Luka didn't even blink, because he had smelled this smell for a whole week and had long been accustomed to it.

When he entered the tent, the first thing he saw was a man in slightly fancy and neat clothes, wearing a church hat and a thick cloth covering his face, perhaps because he couldn't stand the stench. He sat in front of the crowd, sitting on a simple wooden chair, holding a thick black book, and opened it. It was full of handwritten words. As expected, it was the Bible.

"Wait, don't read yet!"

Just when the priest was about to speak, Luca stepped forward in time to stop him. Looking at the priest's surprised look, he didn't stand up and scold Luca. The reason was probably that he knew Luca was not an ordinary person after seeing his life. So he didn't refuse. Luca didn't hesitate, but decided to do the last thing for the wounded soldiers who were still alive before leaving. He looked around at all the wounded in the tent. Most of them looked at Luca with unfamiliar eyes, even a little fearful, and even pleading.

"Come on, get up those who can move."

Luka instructed them that since most of those who could hold on until now could still be saved, Luka naturally wanted to save their lives as much as possible. Luka came to the side of the tent, touched the white coarse cloth, and drew out his sword with a "swish" to cut open the white cloth in front of him.

"Luka, what are you doing?"

Of all the people present, only Andrew had the courage to stand up and question Luca.

"Save their lives!" Luca did not look back, but continued to row until all the cloth blocking the ground around the tent was torn away, leaving only the supporting pillars. Then Luca ordered several soldiers who stood up to pack up the rags, and asked the priest to take all the wounded to listen to the Bible under the sun, saying that this would allow God to see them clearly and witness their piety.

Of course they believed it, and everyone supported each other and walked out of the tent. Although there was still a strong stench in the air, it would soon dissipate. When they looked back, they found that the person who had just given them the order had disappeared.

Luca and Andrew came to the streets in the city. Both sides of the road were already filled with onlookers. They were there to escort Augustus out of the city.

"Look, that's the hero who saved Augustus that day!"

"Yeah, it's really him!"

"Oh my god, this suit fits me so well, it's so cool!"

"Oh my God, you know what? I heard that this man, covered in flames, saved Augustus from hundreds of enemies and beat them so hard that they fled in panic."

"Oh my God, if I were to marry, I'd marry a hero like this!"

Soon, Luga became the focus of the crowd in the middle of the road. The girls who were looking at him screamed without mercy for the petals in their hands. They shouted over and over again: "Olius Luga" and sprinkled the petals on him in an attempt to get Luga's attention. Even a glance at him was a great satisfaction.

But Luca didn't greet anyone. He lowered his head and walked side by side with Andrew through the flower petals. He pulled out a piece of white cloth and wrapped it around his neck to cover the ugly scar.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Luka seemed to be in a trance. He asked himself in his heart, isn't this what he deserves? For this, he almost lost his life. A high enough position and the love and admiration of the people, isn't this what he dreamed of? Why did he become shy and nervous at this moment? He didn't know, I didn't know, and no one knew.

At the end of the road, there was a large group of fully armored soldiers. Without any orders, they all cast their eyes on Luca. So many eyes staring at Luca made him breathless, but fortunately he could continue on his way. Until he arrived in front of the carriage of Augustus Theodosius II. The person standing in front of the carriage to guard it was actually Arminius. Luca felt a little uncomfortable, wondering how such a person could be so close to Augustus. Arminius also saw Luca, but he raised his head high and deliberately didn't look at Luca. I don't know how much he hated Luca. The shame of seizing power still lingered in his heart for a long time.

"Caesar, Luca has joined the team!"

Andrew stepped forward, bowed slightly to the carriage, and spoke slowly.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Theodosius II poked his head out from inside, only glancing at Luca. Theodosius II raised his mouth slightly, stretched out his right hand and waved at Luca, smiling and saying, "Come up, my close guard!"

Just as Luca was about to get on the carriage, he heard a loud shout behind him: "Hey, isn't this the great hero Orius Luca!"

It was an unfamiliar voice. Luka turned around curiously and saw a Central Asian man wearing a long robe, with black hair and black eyes. The man looked old, with gray hair, but he looked very energetic. He was wearing a noble outfit, and without any guards stopping him, he walked up to Luka with a smile on his face.

"Excuse me, do we know each other?" Luca didn't know this man, so he asked him politely.

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"Oh, of course you don't know me!" The nobleman still greeted Luca with a smile, and then said: "I am a nobleman in this city, but the person who gave you the armor is me. My name is Cominitius. I don't know if you have read the letter I wrote to you. If you have, you will be familiar with this name."

"Letter..." Luca had never seen this, but after listening to Andrew's general description of the content, he had no choice but to smile and say, "Ah, I found what the letter said very useful. Thank you for your gift and compliment."

"Sir Luca." Cominitius hesitated for a moment, perhaps confused by Luca's words. When he came to his senses, he quickly said, "I wonder if you have carefully considered the love letter in my letter?"

"Request?" Luga's back was covered in cold sweat. He was sure that this guy had no good intentions.

"Ha, Your Excellency is really forgetful. I have a daughter, and she likes her very much after hearing about your deeds. I came to ask me to propose this marriage, but I wonder if you agree or not." Cominatius said as he turned sideways and pointed to the crowd. Luca looked in the direction of his finger, wondering whose beautiful daughter it was, but he never expected to see a burly woman. This woman was very strong, even thicker than the soldier standing next to her. Her waist was as thick as a horse pulling a cart. Now she was standing in the front row of the crowd, flirting at Luca shamelessly.

Luca swallowed hard, and without waiting for Cominatius to say anything else, he jumped into the carriage and hurriedly told the driver to hurry up.

Outside the car, Cominitius' shout broke through the door curtain and reached Luca's ears.

"Hey, Luka, you're a great hero, only you are worthy of my girl!"

"Hey, did you hear that, Orius Luca? That armor is not given for free. If you take it, you must marry my daughter!"

"Armor, armor? Yes, armor!" As soon as the armor was mentioned, Luca started to take it off without saying a word. He used all his strength to get out of the armor. He pulled open the door curtain and stuffed the armor helmet, shield and iron sword out at once. He shouted to the outside: "I'll give it back to you, all of it. I'm skinny and weak, not worthy of your daughter!"

It was finally quiet outside, and Luca breathed a sigh of relief!

(End of this chapter)