Chapter 354 Leo

"It's over, we are completely finished this time!" Luca said to himself. He took Andrew and fled from the Roman city full of senators like a stray dog.

The soldiers patrolling on the road cast strange looks at this "veteran" who was running all the way. They had no idea that there would still be a veteran walking at this time. It was really funny.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!"

When they reached a corner where there were few people around, Luka could no longer control his anger. He swung his fists and repeatedly smashed the tree in front of him, not stopping even though the skin on his hands was broken and bleeding. The pain in his hands was far less tormenting than the anxiety and pain in his heart.

"It's ridiculous, really ridiculous. Everything is like a comedy, unfolding slowly and realistically right before my eyes."

Sitting on a big rock outside the city, Luga stroked his forehead with both hands. He was in pain and had no other ideas in his mind. It was less than a week and even if he went back, it would take him five days. So he only had one day, which was today. He had a very full schedule, or he had never thought of failure. It was just that he miscalculated this time and was defeated by an elderly man.

"Why, why do you want to go against me at this time!" Luca wanted to skin him alive, but this was just bragging. He couldn't even gather 500 people now. Moreover, Aetius knew his background. If Aetius knew that he had no one, he would naturally look down on him. After all, only a fool would ally with a general who couldn't even raise an army.

"Army, army, army!" Luca kept repeating the word. He was furious now, and the slow passage of time made it impossible for him to calm down and think of the next step. Army, army, army. To maintain the army, you need enough denarius or suledes, but he didn't have either. Luca had no money. He needed money, but he couldn't get it.

"It's over, it's completely over!" Luga finally stopped. Perhaps he could no longer bear the pain in his hand. His right hand was shaking constantly and was covered in blood.

"Luka!" Andrew hurriedly called him and advised him, "This is not a solution."

"I know, I know!" Luga pushed Andrew away and kicked the big tree in front of him with such force that he took two steps back and sat down on the ground with an unstable center of balance.

"Damn it, even a tree is bullying me!" Luga was extremely frustrated. He swung his fists wildly and pounded the ground like an angry child.

Time passed by minute by minute, and soon it was noon. It was the hottest time. Many civilians coming and going outside the city of Rome saw a crazy guy sitting on the ground not far from the road and screaming. They couldn't help but wonder if this guy was possessed by evil spirits? Of course, this crazy guy was Luca, "Let's go back, let's go back!" Luca yelled with a dry mouth. The hot sun almost squeezed out the remaining saliva in his mouth. He was dry mouth, exhausted, tired, and honest. He got up from the ground in a daze, and took Andrew with him, looking embarrassed, step by step, towards the direction of Rome. There were his horses there. He thought to himself that it was time to return to Luduga Gaul. I'm afraid there were not many left in the Fourth Auxiliary Legion there. After all, they were all people from the Eastern Empire, and they had no obligation to work for the Western Empire.

Just as he was taking one step at a time, he heard the sound of a carriage getting closer and closer. It was moving very fast, and it seemed that they were in a hurry. Lu Jia didn't look up, but he still consciously dodged to the side of the road. Who knew that the carriage would stop beside Lu Jia, but Lu Jia didn't care about it. He just lowered his head and hurried on his way, with a fear in his head, and didn't think about anything else.

"Isn't this Lord Luca?" Just after hearing the question, a man jumped off the carriage and said behind Luca.

"I'm afraid he recognized me and wanted to make things difficult for me." Luga thought to himself as he walked. He didn't want to be deliberately made things difficult for him at this time. This would undoubtedly make things worse for him.

"I have to avoid him before he laughs at me." Thinking so, Luga unknowingly quickened his pace. It seemed more like he was running away than walking.

"Mr. Luca, Mr. Luca!"

The man behind him called out again and again, but Luka turned a deaf ear to him and just kept speeding up on his way.

"Hey, Luca, someone is calling you from behind." Andrew followed Luca. He kept looking back at the person who was calling Luca from behind and said to Luca, "He seems to be a nobleman from Rome. He looks so anxious. He must be looking for you, Luca."

"Something? What could it be?" Luca rejected Andrew's concerns. He walked quickly while complaining, "He must have seen how funny I was on the stage, so he wanted to laugh when he saw me in such a mess again. It must be like this, it must be like this. Look at me now, what's the difference between me and the clown in the comedy?" Luca became angrier and angrier. He kept turning his head and yelling, "They just want to laugh at me, a liar who is so embarrassed, funny, and relies on luck. Yes, they all think I'm a liar!" Luca turned around suddenly and saw not Andrew, but a strange face. He was middle-aged and wore a red robe. I don't know which sect he belonged to, but his hairstyle was neat and tidy, and he looked like an upper-class person. It was just that the cross pattern painted on his chest made Luca roughly guess that this guy must be a church member.

"Sir Luca?" He seemed frightened by Luca's impulsive behavior. He thought Luca was venting his anger on him.

"Oh, sorry, sir." Luca quickly restrained his fierce look. It seemed that this guy didn't look like a member of the Senate. This made Luca more or less let down his guard. However, another worry arose spontaneously. Luca was afraid that the bad breath in his dry mouth would stink the stranger in front of him.

"Do we, uh, know each other?" Luga scratched his head and asked the person in front of him hesitantly.

"Oh, of course, you don't know me," the middle-aged man cleared his throat and introduced himself to Luca, "I am Leo from Tuscany, Italy. Many people call me Leo I."

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"Big Leo! Liang! The Pope!" Luca growled, and his body involuntarily sat down on the ground, which made Leo I's eyes widen in response.

"Sir, why is this happening?" Leo I hurried forward to help Luca up and asked.

(End of this chapter)