Chapter 655 Farewell
"What is your relationship with the owner of this house?" Luca asked directly.
"No, I don't know him. When I came here, this place was already a tragedy. Yes, sir, please believe me."
The old woman's voice trembled, and she repeatedly emphasized that she had nothing to do with the matter. She was so pitiful, and her dry arms were already skin and bones when she stretched out her sleeves. "Sir, please have mercy on me, I am so old that I don't even have the strength to find food. I will not live long. For the sake of the gods, please have mercy on me!"
"So, this." Luca pointed to the shallow grave and asked the old woman, "Is this what you did?"
"Yes." The old woman said tremblingly, "There is a woman buried in this tomb. It has been some time. I don't know how many days have passed. When I saw her, she was hanging here. Poor woman, she was tortured beyond recognition by those barbarians. I couldn't bear to see her body. She died in too much pain. I used up enough strength to pull her down from the rope. Poor woman, she was naked, and the barbarians even ate her flesh."
“That’s enough!”
As the old woman's description became more and more vivid, Luca could no longer bear it. He quickly reached out his hand to stop the old woman and told her not to continue.
His heart was broken, and the pain almost suffocated Luga. Look, look at what the barbarians did to this poor woman.
Luca felt as if his calves weighed a thousand pounds, and he couldn't help but kneel down in front of the grave.
How he wished that the scene before his eyes was all a hoax, just like when he was on the road outside the city of Ludinan, he so eagerly wanted to hear the old woman say that this was not her, not this pitiful, yet kind-hearted woman.
Luga covered his heart with his hands, his chest felt dizzy, sadness was like a hand, an invisible hand tightly grasping his heart, gradually exerting force, the force becoming stronger and stronger, finally leaving his heart no room to breathe, and it almost stopped beating.
As for him, a lamb to be slaughtered, he could only watch helplessly as the sadness spread, like the executioner in prison, with a ferocious expression, torturing him slowly with interest.
The pain made him open his mouth involuntarily. He wanted to shout, but found that he could not make any sound. He could only wail like a mute, hoarse and so harsh.
He knelt there, or rather curled up there. He even imagined how Anais was brutally murdered, and the group of barbarians he slaughtered.
For some reason, Luca suddenly felt a surge of regret. He regretted letting Attila go. It was just a momentary thought, but it was too late.
Attila was like a wounded wolf fleeing in despair, hiding in an unknown cave to lick his wounds. As a hunter, Luca had already lost the opportunity to kill Attila.
The pain came too late, or it was too late for Luca to come to his senses.
"God is unfair."
Luga rested his forehead on the ground. Perhaps he had gotten used to the pain brought by sadness. He burst into tears and finally squeezed out these words in his faint sobs.
It's all his fault.
Luca began to blame himself in his heart. Yes, it was all his fault. It was his own selfishness that hid Anai in this place where he thought it was absolutely safe. It was his own selfishness that he said he would protect her but in fact he wanted Levi to never find her. It was his own selfishness that when he was fighting for power in Constantinople, he did not turn back to think of her, the woman who was silently licking the wounds he caused, the woman who atoned for her sins.
"I am such a devil!"
Luga knelt among the bones. He could imagine how these children died. They were all descendants of the soldiers who followed Luga to fight. Now they were gone, nothing at all.
Only Luca was still alive. He was covered in blood, holding a butcher knife stained with blood and minced meat, and he lived like this, openly enjoying the praise of the world and taking pride in it.
It is said that a general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers. A king who rises in blood should enjoy the submission of the world without looking back to repent for his killing and his blood-stained hands.
But the king is also a human being, not a so-called god without emotions.
If you are an emotional person, you will be anxious and painful when you lose something important to you. Then, if you lose someone important to you, your heart should be softer.
Don't think that these are wrong. Even if a person has experienced thousands of wars and killed countless enemies with his own hands, he should still retain his humanity and have emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. However, there should be a limit. He should not be too restrained or too indulgent. Otherwise, it is a manifestation of immaturity, wishful thinking, stupidity, childishness and ridiculous.
This may also explain why Constantine chose Christ after experiencing so much killing. After all, sins need to be spoken out so as not to cause inner torture, and Christ is a tool to vent emotions, a religion that makes one feel that he can be forgiven.
Luca thought he was a staunch atheist, but here he was shaken for a woman who had long been dead.
There is a god living in everyone's heart. It turns out that the "god" is in Luga's heart, relying on Anai to constantly blame himself.
"Is she a particularly important person to you, sir?" The old woman saw Luca's pain and dared to ask.
"Yes, it is very important, maybe before he died." Luga answered, and his tone sounded so calm, as if everything was let go and he didn't want to take it seriously.
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"I have to thank you, you are a kind person."
The pain finally eased, Luca held his chest and raised his head, looking at the bewildered woman in front of him. "At least you buried a kind person and gave her the last love in the world."
Luca stood up and returned to the carriage. When he got off again, he was holding the golden laurel crown that he deliberately did not take off. He walked to the old woman and solemnly placed it in her hand.
“This, this is?”
The old woman's eyes widened. Perhaps she had never seen such a large piece of gold. Holding the heavy crown, she breathed rapidly. She looked up at Luca, then lowered her head to look at the crown in her hand. She couldn't help asking, "Is this for me?"
"This is a reward for your kindness." Luca said softly, "You have done a great thing. You are a person who deserves love. Go find the merchant and get a good price for your money. Buy some bread and meat and spend your last days in this world well."
"Thank you, thank you, you are such a kind person."
"No, don't thank me. I'm just a sinful bastard." Luca smiled bitterly and bowed solemnly to the old woman. Instead, the pungent smell faded. After all, a dirty body could not cover up a great and holy soul.
Then, Luca half-knelt on the ground, inserted the middle fragment of the Spear of Longinus in his hand deeply into the grave and buried it.
“Take this and show it to the angel who is welcoming you. This thing can drive away demons and protect you until you reach heaven. You will never, ever suffer the pain of the world again!” As he spoke, Luca’s tears came again.
"I think it's time to say goodbye. Forgive me, Anais. Please forgive me for a little longer. When I have explained everything, we will meet, but we will just be looking at each other from a distance, because you are in heaven and I am in hell."
(End of this chapter)