Chapter 398 Decision



Chapter 398 Decision

In the month of Augustus, after Ipolacum had been besieged for more than two months, a large Roman army arrived south of Ipolacum.

Now they were only one city away from the Celts, and as allies, they had not met. Although they were allies in name, the actual relationship was not very good, because ten years of provincial taxes made Luca unhappy at the last moment of regaining Britannia.

Luca rode in the front, and the huge army was arranged into an attacking formation. On the left behind Luca was Andrew, who was holding a huge Laban flag. The difference of this Laban flag was that there was a head stuck on the tip of the golden spear, and there was an iron sword hanging on the cross under the head. It was Archie's personal belongings.

The head belonged to Archie, the great Saxon hero who spoke fluent Latin and brought a large number of Saxon reinforcements from his homeland to besiege Lundinlum.

At that time, he was lucky to escape from the surprise attack on Camlodulum, but he was not so lucky in Lindon. The fragile wooden walls could not stop the Roman army at all, so Archie was not as lucky as last time. This time he was caught and beheaded in front of the civilians in Lindon. Then his head with a helmet was inserted on the Labran flag of the Roman Legion. The painful and hideous expression after being beheaded was still printed on his face.

So much time had passed that Archie's head had become dry, but the helmet did not prevent the Saxon from recognizing his old friend.

“Squeak—”

Following a long sound, the broken city gate was slowly opened, and a group of people walked out. A group of dirty soldiers, escorting a mother and son and a man. The mother held her son's hand tightly, and the little guy walked unsteadily, but still followed his mother's footsteps closely.

The man was covered in dust and had lifeless eyes. As the soldiers drove him forward, he walked step by step like a walking corpse.

The leader of this team was Art, his hands were empty, and he did not carry any weapons. He walked towards Luga slowly, not afraid that Luga would suddenly order the army to kill him.

Behind Art, there was a relatively clean guy following closely. He was not a Saxon, but for this negotiation, he had specially put on the clothes that only Romans would wear. It was really strange to see a Roman among a group of barbarians. Moreover, he was here to translate for Art so that Art and Luca could communicate well.

"We come in peace, Romans!" Art spread his hands towards Luga and walked towards him with a smile.

"It seems that the war has indeed taught them a hard lesson, making them clearly understand what the consequences of resisting the Romans are." Looking at Art approaching, Andrew smiled and said, "I have to admit that there are still some people in the Saxon team who can see the situation clearly at this time."

"Why don't you tell me? They are afraid. After all, there are the Celtics in front of them and us behind them. And I heard that Kevin Sean died in a duel with the Celtics two months ago." Malenius also showed joy on his face, because victory was at hand and everything would be over.

"Then hurry up, like an arrow rising from the sky and falling to the ground, as short as the blink of an eye." Luga sighed, but his attention was not on Art's eyes, but on the mother and son behind them.

"Who are they?" Luga pointed at the mother and son behind Arte. Of course, he was still a little curious about the dusty guy because he looked somewhat similar to someone he knew.

"Oh, this woman is Kevin Sean's wife. I guess you are not interested in this woman. Also, this child!" Art said, snatching the child from his mother's hands. The woman stepped forward to snatch her child, but was stopped by two soldiers behind her. The woman was naturally no match for the two soldiers. She could only cry and watch Art lifted her son up in front of Luca like a puppy.

"What's his name?" Luga dismounted and came to the child.

It was strange. If it were any other normal child, he would have cried and begged his mother, but this child showed no fear at all when facing these fully armed warriors. His eyes were blazing with anger, and he stared at Luka fiercely, like a wild wolf. This was not what a young boy should look like, but in front of Luka, it was indeed revealed.

"Hatred, I see hatred in this child's eyes." Faced with such a sharp look, Luca did not shy away at all. He looked directly at the child. How could he be frightened by this young calf? "Hatred is like a lake of blood. His soul is wrapped in hatred, and the blood has stained his pure soul red."

"Tell me, did he witness his father's death?" Luga asked Art.

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes." Art shrugged and said helplessly.

"Oh, this is really interesting!" Luca withdrew his gaze from the child, turned around and saw Aresio saying to Luca: "This child has a murderous look in his eyes. The devil has planted a seed in his heart. He is now the son of the devil. He must be killed, in the name of God and Roman Augustus."

"No!" What Alessio didn't expect was that his proposal was rejected by Luca. Luca shook his head, looked at the child, and said with a smile: "I don't think so, because I have never seen such a child. I really want to see what he looks like when he grows up."

"Oh, respected Lord Luka!" Art said, taking a sword from the soldier behind him and handing it to Luka. He smiled and said to Luka, "Dragon Breath Sword, the relic of the champion warrior, you must have seen this sword."

Luka took the sword, pulled it out of the fur scabbard, and put it against the child's neck, letting the sharp blade cut a wound on his tender neck.

Blood flowed down the blade, and Luga hurriedly reached out to catch the falling blood. Even so, the child did not utter a whimper of pain or shed a tear.

"He's scary." Luga looked at the blood on his hand and continued, "Even scarier than his father. He's so frightening even at such a young age. He's really a scary guy. I'm afraid he now completely understands hatred and pain."

He moved the Dragon's Breath Sword away and pulled a piece of cloth to cover the child's wound.

"Luga." Aresio dismounted and came behind Luga and asked him, "What should we do? How should we deal with these two, uh, troubles!"

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"Let them go." Luca said slowly, "Return him to his mother, let them escape, and never come back."

Alessio wanted to say something, but stopped himself. Arte widened his eyes in surprise. Obviously, he didn't believe why Luca made such a decision.

"Why are you hesitating?" Seeing that they didn't move, Luca asked, "Is it because you are old and your hearing is not good? Do you want me to say it a second time?"

Art knew his current situation, so under Luca's order, he had to say in his heart: For Saxon. The child was returned to the mother. The woman picked up the child and ran away like a rabbit when she saw that the soldiers had let go.

"What's the name of that boy?" Luga asked, looking at the mother's back.

"Arthur." Art said, "The boy's name is Arthur, given by his father Kevin."

"Arthur..." Luca repeated, lost in thought.

(End of this chapter)


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