Chapter 527: Battle of the Suebi

The night was dark and heavy, and the darkness before my eyes was deep and oppressive. It was all thanks to the dark clouds in the sky. There was no moon or stars. If I hadn't been standing on the street with my feet firmly on the solid stone pavement, I'm afraid the darkness before my eyes would have made it difficult to tell the difference between heaven and earth.

All this seemed to have returned to the origin of God's creation of the world, allowing those who were still awake to glimpse the nothingness at the time of creation. At this time, the devout believers who were still awake and able to see this scene would inevitably develop a sense of admiration for God in their hearts.

Luca sat in front of the open window, staring blankly at the sky outside. His eyes had adapted to the darkness, so in this pitch-black darkness he could faintly see the movement of dark clouds in the sky.

Looking down, apart from the torches held by the guards, which were like a dancing flame, moving back and forth on guard, this gave such a lifeless world a glimmer of light and vitality.

The wind started to pick up, gradually gaining strength and blowing through the window, but Luca made no attempt to avoid it.

"God happened to end the world he created outside the temple at this time, but you stubbornly stared at the darkness before your eyes, refusing to turn around and stay in the light for a moment."

One sentence pulled Luca back to reality from the night sky outside the window. "That's because I found that the light in the house is so vulnerable in the face of the darkness before my eyes. Instead of hiding, it is better to face the darkness bravely. Maybe I can still fight for a glimmer of hope." He explained, and turned around, only to see Pope Leo who had just come out of the bath, and slowly came to the bed near the fire wall with the care of three maids.

He was dressed in plain white clothes and had a linen hood on his head. To Chad, he looked no different from other mortals, but his noble status made him different from ordinary people.

Because of his noble status, the care was naturally meticulous and careful. Three skillful maids wiped his exposed feet and calves with cotton cloth, while Leo closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the special treatment and getting used to it.

"grown ups!"

At this time, a small female voice came from beside Luca. The voice sounded like a virgin's sigh, and it was probably impossible to hear it if you were one step further away.

Luca lowered his head and saw a maid. The maid hurriedly saluted and said, "Please step aside, sir." As she spoke, she looked towards the open window. Luca then realized that she was afraid that the cold wind blowing out of the window would defile the noble body of the Pope.

Luca quickly hid aside to avoid disturbing the maid's actions.

Looking at Leo again, this guy was wrapped in a blanket and being cared for by three women. He was half lying on the bed, looking at Luca with a cold expression, revealing his unhappiness.

"That's a perfect explanation, Luca." Leo smiled and continued, "If you had chosen to devote yourself to serving God, I would probably have had another competitor, or the church would have had another outstanding bishop."

"No!" Luca shook his head firmly. "If words and faith in God's love can make the pagans willingly lay down their arms and surrender to Rome, I'm afraid I would be happy to do so at that time."

"In fact, you are not an outstanding officer, Lord Luca!" Leo smiled at Luca's bold words. There is no other words that are more hurtful than this disapproving smile. "It seems that you have neglected the training of the army. I admit that you are very busy, especially for the defense of Rome."

Luca couldn't hear any so-called consideration here, but more of the meaning was focused on the first half of Leo's sentence. He had to admit that this was indeed his problem.

"I am deeply sorry for this and deeply ashamed of myself for this, papa."

"No, Luca, you have nothing to blame yourself for. At least Tarraco is still under the protection of God's glory, instead of falling into the abyss of pagan chaos."

As he spoke, Leo sighed. At this moment, a strong wind was raging outside the window, beating against the glass window like knocking on the door.

"Just like the darkness and the raging winds before our eyes, the difficulties faced by the whole of Iberia are not just this." Leo sighed softly, his image and actions were very appropriate, really giving people a sense of holiness. It must be admitted that he has already entered the role of the Pope. He enjoys this lifestyle and the awe brought to him by the world.

"I once had a dream in which God told me to bring the glory of the Lord to this war-torn place, so that the blind and impoverished people here could feel the love of the Lord."

"There was no need for you to come in person. You could have sent for one of the bishops."

"This is God's will!" Leo was extremely determined.

Even if Luca didn't believe in this thing in his heart, he couldn't deny Leo's will.

"The people here will feel extremely honored by your personal visit, papa!" Even though he looked helpless, Luca had to agree with Leo. After all, his visit could really give this area very important significance.

"Then fulfill your duty, captain." Leo waved at the maids, signaling them to leave.

"You should go back too, Lord Luka. Now is not the time for you to fulfill your guarding duties. Leave the protection mission to the guards."

"As you wish, papa!" Luca bowed to Leo, then stepped back, leaving Leo lying quietly on the bed.

"What? What are you doing?" The quiet street was broken by Mateorius' drunken shouting. Only dozens of torches were seen moving on the wind-swept street. The flames struggled in the wind, unwilling to go out. Under the dim light, several soldiers tied Mateorius with ropes to prevent him from breaking free.

"Damn it, do you know who you tied up?" Mateolius struggled and shouted without caring about his own face: "Do you know who I am? I am the savior of Flavius ​​Luca and the commander of the 21st Legion!"

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Of course the soldiers around him heard his introduction, but it seemed to be of no significance because they walked faster.

Gradually, Mateolius stopped struggling and resisting, not only because he was tired and felt that it was a waste of energy, but also because the road this group of people were going to was in the direction of the military camp, which made him a little confused. Could it be that his own soldiers were rioting?

Nothing is known yet, we can only find out in the military camp.

When they arrived at the military camp, the group of soldiers pushed Mateorius towards his own war hall in the middle of the camp. Standing in the camp were all his own soldiers, who were in tattered clothes, like beggars on the street. They looked at Mateorius eagerly, hoping that he would tell them what was going on. "Hey, soldier!" Mateorius asked the soldier who was escorting him, "Can you tell me what is going on?"

"You'll know when you get in!"

As soon as I entered the meeting room, I saw a group of officers standing on the table which had been tidied up after the original chaos.

They gathered around Luca, and seemed to be discussing something while pointing at the map.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Seeing Luca, Mateolius became excited and broke free from the soldiers beside him, but the ropes caused him a lot of pain.

I saw some readers in the comments think that the difference between the Pope and the Pope is not very important. I specifically searched on Baidu because I am not a Christian and I still lack knowledge on religious issues.

The term "Holy Pope" (Latin: Papa) originally means "father". In the Pan-Chinese region, it is often confused with the diplomatic etiquette term "Pope of Rome" (Romanus Pontifex), which was used by Portuguese merchants and missionaries in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties when conducting bilateral activities with their own governments. The Holy Pope and the Pope are the same person, but the two are not the same concept. The term "Holy Pope" appeared in the Christian Church in the early Christian period. It is a nickname for religious leaders by Christians and does not have any special authority. The Catholic Church uses "Holy Pope" as the Chinese translation, while non-Catholic people in mainland China, as well as Japan and South Korea, call it "Pope".

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