Chapter 241 Tenaia

This time they arrived at a three-way intersection. The north led to Milan and the west led to Genoa. When they got here, Luca was in trouble because according to the route, Genoa was not on their route.

Tenaia was there, what happened to her? Luka asked himself, he stopped on this stone road, under the wooden sign, whether it was west or north, he had no answer in his heart.

"You must be considering whether to go back, right?" Andrew came behind Luga at some point, and this sentence brought Luga back to his senses.

"Yeah." There was no need for Luca to hide his feelings towards his old friend.

"Let's do this, Andrew." After thinking for a long time, Luca finally made up his mind. "Take this eagle flag and lead the legion to Milan and tell them that I am in the army, but it is inconvenient to meet. Then don't say anything more, just move. Then you can also dress like this, let Kunta see how majestic you are now!"

Andrew's eyes lit up when Quinta was mentioned. It was funny that Andrew had mentioned him in front of Luca for so long, but he had never seen what Quinta looked like.

"Okay, Luca!" Andrew nodded slightly to show his agreement. Then the consensus was reached and the next step was to go their separate ways.

"I will take twenty guards with me and dress as low-key as possible. It won't take long for me to be there. We will meet in Milan then."

Andrew nodded in agreement. Without Luca's reminder, he went back and called the most elite soldiers in the front row of the 200-man guard behind him, asking them to take off their scale armor and put on leather armor and leather hats used by the nobles' private guards. He did not forget Luca and brought a loose noble robe. Of course, to be on the safe side, Luca still put on his scale armor as inner armor.

"Prepare some Suledes for me." Luga asked Andrew for it without turning his head.

"Hey?" Andrew was amused by Luca's staring at the road sign. He smiled and said jokingly, "Do you want some money to repay your mistress who has been away for a long time?"

"Of course!" Luca was silent for a moment, then continued, "I once promised her to give her the best things in the world, gorgeous clothes for a lady, and fine food. Her life must be very difficult without me. No matter what, I must give it to her!" It seemed as if he had made up his mind and was determined to do it.

A full box of Suledes was put into the carriage. Luca boarded the carriage with the help of Andrew and turned back to remind Andrew: "Don't forget our agreement to meet in Milan." Andrew nodded, and Luca was relieved. Under the leadership of the twenty guards, he slowly set off. Before leaving, Luca stretched out a hand from the window of the carriage and shook it to Andrew, saying goodbye.

Andrew smiled as he watched the carriage go by. He had always thought that Luca was a good man, a brother who had fought with him through thick and thin for so long. At least until now, he had never disappointed Andrew. He nodded at the carriage going by, turned around, and rode his horse to call on the soldiers behind him to transport dozens of carriages to the north.

If I meet Tenaia, what tone should I use to talk to her to show that I am a successful person now? Luca thought hard, and he kept imagining in his mind what he should do when he meets Tenaia. Should he pick her up with great fanfare, or be a little low-key? As long as he gives her the best, she will definitely be happy.

Thinking so, Luga placed the gorgeous dress that had been given to her on his legs and stroked it again and again with his hands. In his mind, he kept imagining how she would look like when she wore it. She would be graceful and charming, just like the lotus, growing out of the mud without being stained and washing in the clear water without being coquettish.

"Such gorgeous clothes, worthy of a beauty! I hope the hard life has not left too many inappropriate marks on her face." Luga stroked the clothes and talked to himself.

"General, we're almost there!"

Outside the window, the guards on horseback reminded him. Luga leaned his head out and walked along the unfamiliar road, but Genoa in the distance was still so familiar. In just over a year, the city had not changed at all.

Tenaia is there, is Tenaia doing well? One question after another appeared in Luka's mind, and he wished that the horse could run faster so that he could see Tenaia earlier.

The carriage was accompanied by guards. The soldiers guarding the city knew that this was not an ordinary family. Facing an aristocrat, they didn't even ask questions and hurriedly made way for Luca to enter the city. They even forgot to remind him not to ride a horse in the city. When they came to their senses, the carriage had already entered the street, and it was too late to stop it.

It was not uncommon to see nobles walking on the streets, but it was unknown who the nobles visiting Genoa belonged to in the carriage escorted by twenty tall and strong guards. Such a scene did attract the attention of the surrounding civilians.

Luca, who had lived here for a whole year, was very familiar with the streets of Genoa. He took out a brass mask with a large piece of gauze, which not only covered his face but also his neck. He put the mask on his face to hide the ugly scar on his neck. He was afraid that Tenaia would dislike him because of his scars. Maybe it was another surprise for Tenaia. He couldn't wait to get out of the carriage and show the driver the way.

This street was so familiar as if he had walked on it just yesterday. Moreover, unlike Rome or Ravenna, this place was not that huge, so within half an hour, his carriage had arrived at the slum area that he was most familiar with.

"Tenaia, here I come!"

It is still bustling here. Tenaia is used to a life of working from sunrise to sunset. A whole year has passed, and there is no news from Luga. It is as if this man has evaporated from the earth. Tenaia has met him recently, but it was in a dream. She dreamed that Luga was wearing golden armor, and a blood-red cloak was fluttering in the wind. He wore an iron helmet with red vertical harnesses and rode a tall horse. He was like the god of war in the temple, and he came to her slowly.

It was so real. His gorgeousness made her look so low. She had only a piece of cloth that he bought for her a year ago. It was now worn out and full of patches. She looked at him, and he smiled at her. He was so handsome and charming. She quickly wiped her face, which was covered with flour, and hurriedly covered the cloth with her hands, fearing that Luca would no longer like her when she saw her so shabby. But Luca was still smiling, and his bright eyes were still staring at Tenaia. Soon he stretched out his hand again.

"Come with me!" Luga stretched out his hand towards Tenaia.

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"Oh, oh my God, my God..." Tenaia was frightened. Her face was as red as an apple, her lips slightly parted, revealing her silver teeth. She was very much like an oriental woman, shy, her heart was beating fast, and she hesitated for a moment facing those hands.

"Um!"

She nodded, then stretched out her hand, wanting to place it on Luka's open palm.

But at the moment when her hands were clasped, it was as if she had grasped a ball of air. Tenaia's hand passed through Luga's hand, and a small gust of wind blew Luga's hand away. His hand was like a puff of smoke, disappearing in front of Tenaia in an instant.

"No! No!" Tenaia was frightened and rushed towards Luga. At that moment, Luga's whole figure disappeared in front of her like smoke. She wanted to hold him tightly, but she missed.

"No! Don't!" Tenaia suddenly woke up from the bed, a tear slid down her cheek and dripped onto her legs. She covered her mouth to prevent her mother from hearing her cry. There was no way, she missed Luka too much, and the longer time passed, the more intense the longing became.

(End of this chapter)