Chapter 407 Confrontation (3)

At this moment, at a corner, the horseman on the red chariot pulled the reins to speed up the horse, and when the blue chariot turned, the horse flexibly overtook the blue chariot because of the slight slowdown. This move made all the spectators who supported the red chariot present cheer loudly, and the scene reached a climax.

But in Aetius's area, it was eerily quiet, and no one's eyes were on the racecourse below, which wasted such a great viewing position.

"I must have been used to a lowly life in the past, so I'm not surprised by such things." Luca smiled bitterly, picked up a grape scattered on the ground, processed it slightly, and put it into his mouth in full view of everyone.

The two carriages showed no sign of weakness to each other. At the very front of the smoke and dust, a smudge of blue and a patch of red were seen competing with each other, running round and round on this small racecourse. As the last lap was approaching, everyone present was nervous.

After the red carriage gained the advantage on the curve, it continued to suppress the blue carriage behind it. The blue carriage was on par with it from time to time. Everyone knew that he was looking for an opportunity, because when he was at a disadvantage, he wanted to use the wheels to drive the red carriage away, or to be cruel, he could use the long knife on the wheel to cut off the wheel of the red carriage to make it overturn and have to withdraw from the race.

The red chariot's driver naturally saw clearly the blue chariot's sinister intentions. While maintaining his own advantage, he also had to constantly guard against the blue chariot's approach, constantly maintaining a sufficiently dangerous but relatively safe distance from it.

The whole process was thrilling. The spectators were stunned, watching the two carriages galloping around in circles with a momentum like an overwhelming sea. The rumbling sound was incessant, like the beat of a drum hitting everyone's heart one by one. Before they knew it, their hearts were pounding, almost breaking through the constraints of the flesh, and galloping along with the carriages.

"He is really a man who can swallow bitter fruit." Aetius sat on his seat with a sneer, admiring Luca squatting on the ground and picking up the fruits on the ground. He didn't understand why Luca was doing that, but he just felt it was ridiculous. Even if Luca didn't say anything, he might not be able to do anything. He could kill Luca at any time, but now he suddenly changed his mind, maybe because he saw his own shadow in Luca. Back then, he was a hostage under the Huns' tent, and he didn't have any human rights. But now if it were him, he might not know what to do when he saw the fruits on the ground.

"That's right, this is also an answer." He muttered to himself with his head down, tapping the scepter with his fingers, his eyes never leaving Luca who was squatting on the ground, completely ignoring the fact that he came to Marseille for entertainment.

"Look at you, look at you, so funny, embarrassed, like a clown, powerless, but trying every way to please the spectators present." Aetius said to Luca, and then he waved his hand to Aetius's guards around Luca, meaning that they were all spectators, and said: "None of them smiled, enough, stop, you didn't make them feel happy, you are a failed clown, and don't introduce your miserable life to me."

The game was still going on, "Bang! Bang!" Only the sound of collisions could be heard from the sidelines. It seemed that the driver of the blue chariot had lost his patience. He kept attacking the driver of the red chariot, trying to destroy his chariot and kill him. However, the driver of the red chariot still steered the horse steadily, as if he didn't care about the shaking caused by the collision.

Instead, the spectators cried out in surprise and trembled with the sound of the collision, fearing that something they did not want to see would happen, but the accident did not happen.

In the stands, Luca chose to ignore Aetius' words. He still focused on the fruit in front of him, picking it up and putting it into his mouth non-stop.

"You, damn Narpan boy!" Aetius was ignored. He was very angry. He was even more furious when he thought about how he saw Luca taking the scepter from Valentinian III in the spotlight. He felt that so many eyes were staring at him, with eyes full of ridicule, mockery, and indifference. At that moment, he became the target of everyone's criticism. He had spent a lot of money to set up the stage, but he was the biggest clown in it.

It was all directed at him. He had struggled for so long just to prove himself to everyone and gain their respect. However, at this time they all chose to remain silent. This was such a real attitude. He, Aetius, was insignificant and like a clown.

Enough! Enough! Aetius stretched out his hand and grabbed the laurel wreath hanging on his head, and pulled it off fiercely, as if this laurel wreath symbolizing glory was as unbearable as the thorns on Jesus' head.

"Eat it! Eat it! Like a pig, yes, yes! Pick up this rotten apple, yes, put it in front of your mouth, bite it, eat it, swallow it, this is your fate, eat it, you should eat such things, lowly slave." For some reason, Aetius seemed to have lost his mind, pointing at Luca and cursing, sometimes angry, sometimes laughing. On the other hand, Luca, facing Aetius's insults, was stunned at first, and then picked up a broken apple as if nothing had happened, put it to his mouth and bit it.

Everyone was stunned. They only saw Aetius' hysteria and Luca's forbearance of humiliation, but they could not see what the two people's state of mind were at the moment, one was impulsive, the other calm.

“Woo——”

The long horn sounded, which meant that this was the last lap. The rider of the blue chariot was too eager to win, so there were not many chances left for him. He had to take a risk, otherwise he would only be second. No, failure was not his choice, at least that's what he thought now.

He was seen pulling the reins desperately, yelling at the tired horse to speed up. Yes, everything would determine this final blow!

The red chariot driver kept looking back. He realized the intention of the blue chariot driver, so he kept shaking his chariot to try to block it and prevent it from succeeding.

"First, he was the only surviving member of the 7th Gemina Legion, then he was the decapitation commander of the 14th Gemini Legion, and finally he became a centurion." At this time, Aetius finally admitted that he used to be Luca's superior, and that he had an extraordinary familiarity with Luca.

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He was slumped in his seat, watching Luca eat non-stop. Perhaps he was tired, so he stopped making noises and became like a child. He looked at Luca and kept talking about what he knew about Luca's life.

"I once thought you were an outstanding junior officer, but I was wrong about you. You have far exceeded my expectations. I have to say that you are truly a miracle." Aetius said as he shook his head with a wry smile, as if he was regretting it.

(End of this chapter)