Chapter 244: Tribune

As we stepped out of the carriage, the quarrel became several decibels louder, almost like a roar.

"I really don't know who can shout such a rude voice, how rude!" Luca thought to himself, because he didn't have much time to treat the old woman Prasvia's injury. He walked quickly and pushed aside the soldiers in front of him. He saw a young man who was dressed very neatly. He wore a laurel crown and a toga robe. He looked like a serious person. Behind him gathered dozens of civilians.

"Oh, people of Rome, here and now, in broad daylight, we are witnessing a human tragedy!" The man wearing the laurel wreath raised his right fist high and delivered his speech to the people behind him.

"Look, our poor people!" The man pointed at Kara who was lying dead on the ground, "Look, everyone, come and see their last appearance before they died, oh, God, poor, innocent people, they just offended the nobles, but it was not enough to kill them!" His speech was full of emotion, and the citizens nodded repeatedly, they were all very obediently infected by his speech. They also expressed their approval and anger for his distorted facts, and they all looked at Luga with resentment, as if Luga was a cruel ruling class that would wantonly massacre innocent civilians.

"Who is this person?" Luca asked the soldier beside him.

"Alfonso," the soldier answered, "is what they call him, sir. He is the tribune of this place."

"Tribune..." This was the first time Luca had seen someone with this title here. In his mind, this profession of fighting for the interests of the people was extremely noble and great. It shouldn't be like this.

"It must be a misunderstanding. After all, this is a job for civilians." Luca muttered to himself, and then he blamed the soldiers around him, "Why don't you explain to him that this guy deserves to die. He deserves to die. If you explain the reason clearly, there won't be so many problems."

"General, we did make it clear to them before they made a fuss." The soldier was also helpless and looked very aggrieved.

"Has he said that?" Luca felt unbelievable. He began to feel a little dissatisfied with Alfonso who was still inciting the people behind him. Since he had already said that, it would be a bit too much to confuse right and wrong again!

"I'll take care of this!" Luca said, pulling the soldiers beside him to step back, leaving himself alone to go forward and face Alfonso who was arguing confidently.

Seeing a newcomer, Alfonso stopped inciting and looked at the newcomer from head to toe with a puzzled look on his face. He was wearing all high-end stuff, a real aristocrat.

"snort!"

Alfonso showed a trace of disdain on his face. His disdain radiated from the inside out. It was not directed at Luca alone, but at all the nobles. There are always people who "hate the rich" in every era. They hate the noble children who bully others by taking advantage of their power. As long as they see them oppressing the common people, they will step forward without hesitation to help the common people fight for the power they need. Although the tribunes in central Rome are all nobles, they are good at buying off the people and deceiving the public with sweet words, so as to obtain the position of tribune, enter the Senate or become a bureaucrat under Augustus. However, in some areas slightly far away from Rome, people here can still fight for a position as a tribune. Indeed, this Alfonso must have come this way.

"Are you their leader?" Although Alfonso looked about the same age as Luca, he was more arrogant and naughty than Luca.

"Oh, damn guy, I'm really curious about why you haven't been killed!" Although he was unhappy, Luca could only say it in his heart. Who knows what cards this guy has that Luca hasn't seen? Anyway, let's find out first! Thinking of this, Luca laughed. Looking at the upright Alfonso in front of him, he deeply understood the meaning of a newborn calf not afraid of a tiger. He didn't know whether Alfonso in front of him was really petitioning for the people or just wanted to fight for his own interests.

"Yes, that's me!" Luca agreed immediately.

"Alfonso, the tribune of Genoa!" Alfonso nodded to Luca and introduced himself to him. When he mentioned the tribune, he couldn't help but straighten his chest and looked extremely proud.

"Luka," Luka said, extending his hand to shake his hand.

But Alfonso looked at Luca's outstretched hand, crossed his arms across his chest, and had no intention of shaking hands with Luca.

"I don't intend to get to know you!" Alfonso's words made Luca extremely embarrassed. Luca had no choice but to withdraw his hand and silently endure the embarrassment.

"Well, do you know which of you killed these two men?" Alfonso saw that he had asked the right person and he was determined to get to the bottom of it.

"Huh? What? We didn't kill anyone!" Luca spread out his palms and looked at Alfonso with an innocent face.

"Nonsense, nonsense!" Alfonso pointed at him and said loudly, "The patrol clearly saw you surrounding these people, and these two died inside!" He pointed at the nine trembling people around him. They were pale and had no more ruthlessness than when they beat the old woman. They hid behind Alfonso for protection, and Alfonso was willing to "seek justice" for them. But the nobleman in front of him denied the murder, which made Alfonso very embarrassed.

"Is that so?" Alfonso looked back at the nine people behind him. The nine people pointed at Luca and kept saying, "It was him. He was the one who killed our eldest brother. Yes, that's right. It was him. I saw it with my own eyes."

Alfonso looked at Luca. He was surprised at his calmness. If he killed two people without changing his expression, could it mean that he was a demon who killed thousands of people? "They all pointed out that it was you. What else do you have to say?" Alfonso's face darkened. He had already begun to think about how to bring this murderer to justice.

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"Oh, oh, oh!" Luca waved his hands and said to Alfonso: "You asked them, why didn't you ask our people, did they see who killed him?" As he said that, Luca turned around and glanced at the twenty soldiers behind him. They shook their heads and said in unison: I don't know, we haven't seen it.

"That's strange!" Luca said thoughtfully, "My people don't admit that I killed him. This becomes a contradiction in the argument. Since the nine of them can't be trusted, my people can't be trusted either, so let's ask the other people present."

As he spoke, Luca turned to the patrol captain. He looked very calm, so calm that the captain who reported him was a little confused as to whether he had done something wrong. He asked the others, but they had just arrived and naturally did not know the specific situation.

"Okay, okay!" Just when the captain couldn't make a decision, Luga interrupted him and said, "Then let me explain what happened."

Facing the puzzled crowd, Luca smiled and continued, "The thing is, they wanted to rob this store. Their boss took a fancy to the girl in this store, so he raped her and beat her mother. But everyone wanted to enjoy it, and the boss didn't allow it, so they held a grudge, and I don't know when it accumulated, so they killed their boss. I just happened to pass by here and was going to pick up this beautiful girl because we had an appointment, but I just happened to come here and this tragedy happened!"

(End of this chapter)