Chapter 654: In Memory (Part 2)

It was like a small monastery. It was hard to imagine that Anais once raised dozens of orphans left over from the war here.

If the doctrine allows women to obtain the same rights as men, then Anaishi can be regarded as a saint of the time, an angel who has come to earth. She should be here to redeem a demon that should not exist.

The carriage was moving slower and slower, and the shaking of the carriage was getting smaller and smaller.

"Caesar, we're here!"

Aresio's reminder suddenly woke Luca up. He quickly raised his head and looked at Aresio, as if he had just woken up, and he couldn't recover for a while.

"oh oh!"

Luga responded repeatedly, but for some reason, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"How could it be, how could it be?"

Luka asked himself, this is a reaction he has never had before, is it because of guilt? Or why is it so? Even Luka, the owner, does not know the emotions expressed by the body.

"It's guilt after all." Luca comforted himself in a low voice. He pulled open the curtains and the dilapidated house was right in front of him, so close that he could reach out and touch it.

Luca lowered his head and looked at himself. He was wearing a gorgeous outer garment worth a lot of money. The purple toga was made of silk, with various beautiful patterns embroidered on it with gold threads, exquisite leather boots, and a pure gold laurel wreath (organic things will wither, but gold things will never). Not to mention the golden rings inlaid with huge gems, and the finely polished necklaces,

This dress is the symbol of Augustus, on par with wealth and glory. Any one piece of this dress can buy several houses like the one in front of you.

"Caesar?"

Alessio got off the carriage in advance. He looked in from outside and looked at Luca curiously, as if wondering why Luca was so hesitant. Could it be that he didn't dare to get off the carriage after coming all the way here? Luca stood up and took off his gorgeous toga, golden crown, and boots, leaving only thin underwear and bare feet.

Even though he looked a little disheveled, and did not look like an Augustus at all, Luca looked very relaxed. It was as if the coat and decorations, which were not heavy in themselves, seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, making it hard for him to breathe. But after taking them off, he felt relieved, and his whole body was liberated.

"Caesar?" Aresio looked at Luca in confusion. It was really hard to get used to seeing him in such a simple state. "Just because you miss an old friend, there is no need to torture yourself so badly."

"Dressing too gorgeously is the greatest irony to yourself." Luca smiled, threw away the captain's scepter in his hand, and got off the carriage holding only the three pieces of the Spear of Longinus. "Anai must like me dressed like this, just like when I first met her."

With his bare feet stepping on the cold and bumpy stones, Luga's face flashed a hint of discomfort. After all, he had been wearing shoes for a few years, and his feet were covered with calluses left over from battles.

A cold autumn wind blew by, and Luga couldn't help shivering. However, he endured the cold and regarded it as a test from Anais.

He was so stubborn, thinking of a dead person to express his obsession, torturing himself in an ascetic way. He walked step by step towards the dilapidated house in front of him, and everything in front of him seemed to have returned to the scene when he first came here to visit her.

All those coming in and out are children. They are innocent and naive. Although they have all experienced the greatest pain of separation from life and death, they are so young that they don’t know how painful such an experience is.

They laughed, played and joked together, and passed by Luga. Yes, all of this was Luga's imagination, or the overlap of past memories.

He pushed open the wooden door that had already half collapsed, and walked into the courtyard behind the dilapidated stone wall, where various corpses were lying, turning into bones due to the passage of time.

The skeletons are so small. They are all children, a group of angels who ended their life in this world early, before they had the chance to understand the heart-wrenching pain in the world.

They are so unfortunate, yet so lucky.

Luca took cautious steps, passing over the bones scattered on the ground one by one.

"Attila's men are as good as their reputation says. They killed everyone, even the defenseless children." Andrew was indignant at the tragic scene in front of him. "He is really a demon. It's hard to imagine whether he is the father of a child."

"This may be cruel, or perhaps it is merciful." Luca murmured as he walked. He thought for a long time and a lot in his heart. He had heard a saying since he was a child: Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha instantly. He could never accept why he would be easily forgiven after killing tens of thousands of people.

Now he understood that killing was not only a sinful act, but also ending the already troubled life of others, which was also a form of redemption. Luca continued to move forward, shivering in the cold wind. Andrew came forward to put a cloak on him, and Luca felt a little comfortable under the fur cloak.

He continued forward and finally saw a small cemetery in front of the house.

And on a tree next to the cemetery, Lujia saw a piece of cloth hanging on a branch. This dusty and dirty piece of cloth was hanging alone. What does it mean? "Could it be?"

Luga's heart instantly rose to his throat, his mind went blank, he couldn't remember anything, he couldn't do anything, this feeling was extremely painful.

"Who are you?"

All I heard was a hoarse voice, which was so unclear that I couldn't even tell whether it was a man or a woman.

"who?"

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Hearing the sound, everyone present shuddered with fear. After all, this was a land that had been abandoned for too long.

Andrew suddenly drew out his iron sword and blocked Luca. Luca's guards also stepped forward quickly, drew out their iron swords, and looked around vigilantly, trying to find the source of the sound.

"Oh, do not be alarmed, my Lord."

At this time, I saw the dilapidated wooden door in front of me slowly open, and an old woman stuck her head out.

"Who are you?"

Andrew took two steps forward and angrily scolded the old woman, blaming her for scaring everyone.

"I'm sorry, my lord."

The old woman saw that Luga and his men were numerous and looked like a soldier. She should have regretted her words, but it was too late. She hurriedly dragged her aging body out, and her trembling dry lips were like those of an old tree.

She was old and frail, wearing dirty clothes that were so tattered that they could only cover her body and were even covered with scabs. She looked at Luca with cloudy eyes, revealing fear.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I'm just staying here for the night."

The old woman kept trembling for herself and kept defending herself in front of Luca, proving that she had not set foot here unintentionally.

"Don't be afraid of us, our Roman army will not harm you."

Luga tried to comfort her, but as soon as he got close to her, the disgusting smell forced him to stop.

(End of this chapter)