Chapter 656: Old Friend

"No one will ever be able to forgive me again."

On the way back, Luca was like a madman, muttering over and over again. This time, he plucked up the courage to pull up the curtains, leaned against the wooden wall, staring at the scenery in front of him that gradually flashed by with his eyes that were both bright and lifeless.

Looking back to the past, there was always a hint of tenderness in his eyes, which was the best proof that he was once kind, but it is gone now.

Augustus came to Ludinan, which was an event that would be rare in a thousand years. Ludinan, which should have been gradually sinking in the war, regained its second glory because of the arrival of Augustus.

The streets were crowded with people, every house was filled with people, the previously abandoned houses were repaired, and everyone took to the streets to cheer for the troops passing by.

Because they won the victory, it was said that it was effortless. The arrogant Attila was vulnerable to the Roman army that had been powerful for hundreds of years. God always stands with the Romans, because the Romans are God's orthodox and true people.

Everyone firmly believed that it was God's blessing that made the Roman warriors invincible and ultimately victorious. They would celebrate the end of this huge war with the most grand festivals and be glad that they were the winners instead of the Huns.

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

Walking on flowers and green leaves, my ears are filled with the cheers from people on both sides of the street. This belongs to the victor and also to Augustus's Luca.

Luca, who was enjoying all of this, should have been immersed in all of this, but his expression had nothing to do with joy. His face was stiff and he didn't even show a smile.

“Squeak!”

With a crisp sound, the carriage stopped at Flavius ​​Square in the center of the city. This was a new square built after the reconstruction of Ludinum, just to praise the merits of Flavius, and of course, more of Flavius ​​Aetius.

Who cares? Augustus is also Flavius ​​anyway.

"Caesar, we're here."

Andrew lifted the curtain, poked his head in and carefully greeted Luca inside, but Luca didn't respond at all. He was still leaning against the wall, as if he was asleep with his eyes open.

"grown ups?"

The coachman stood beside Andrew, his face filled with anxiety. He asked Andrew, "Could it be because Caesar was too tired on the journey? Is there something wrong with the fatigue?"

"No, I'm fine, I'm fine!"

At this moment, Luga's voice suddenly rang out. The two men looked up and saw that Luga had come to the front of the car and was about to get off.

The driver quickly held the stool, and Andrew helped Luca get off the car.

When the citizens of Ludinum saw the purple robe and the shining golden crown on the head, they stopped cheering, bowed solemnly and respectfully, and saluted Augustus of Eastern Rome.

Luca enjoyed the respect and love of the world and walked all the way to the Governor's Palace. Here, Pope Leo was standing shoulder to shoulder with Aetius. This really surprised Luca. After all, he did not expect that Leo would come all the way here to celebrate this unprecedented victory together.

"Why are you here?"

Luca's expression was surprised and his tone was clearly filled with joy. He walked quickly forward, while Leo smiled, opened his arms and hugged Luca, and greeted him with his cheek close to his in front of everyone to show intimacy.

The citizens were excited. They cheered for such a rare harmonious scene. They were so excited that they almost forgot about Valentinian, the puppet who had long been meaningless. At this time, he could only hear the news of victory alone in Ravenna, but it had nothing to do with him.

"You are a great man, Luca." Leo looked at Luca with a smile, holding Luca's hands tightly with both hands for a long time, unwilling to let go, "Tell me, when you won, you were holding the Spear of Longnukis that I gave you."

"Yes, papa." Luca's smile froze a little. He took out two pieces of the fragment from the pocket inside his toga and said to Leo, "It did help me win the game, but unfortunately, it broke into three sections. The middle part was not found, so I could only bring back the tip and the butt. Sorry, papa."

"Oh, this is indeed an unfortunate thing." Leo looked at the spear head and butt in Luca's hand, a trace of regret flashed across his face, but he soon regained his smile and continued, "Longnukis once stabbed Jesus' ribs with this spear, and the Lord's blood dyed his eyes red and healed them. In the future, successive Roman Augustus used this spear to fight all over the world, and it seemed that it had fulfilled its mission. This is not your fault, Caesar. This spear has determined that you will be the last user. This is a recognition of your achievements, and it believes that Rome is safe and there will be no new wars."

"I hope it's true as you said, papa." Luca was surprised at Leo's ability to perform on the spot, and he managed to easily avoid breaking the Holy Lance.

"You know, Luca, you have a new name because of this battle." Leo looked at Luca and said slowly: "Lucuganus, Saint Lucuganus!"

Luca was somewhat stunned, but he did not know what the title bestowed upon him by Leo meant. This was the highest honor in the Christian world, and he was not used to receiving it so easily.

"Okay, happy times are always short. Let us enjoy this hard-earned time, remember the dead together, and celebrate with the living." Aetius stepped forward in time and took Luca and Leo to walk towards the Governor's Palace amid the cheers of the crowd.

"Now, to celebrate this auspicious moment, all bread and drinks are free, let's revel to our heart's content!"

This was undoubtedly great news for the poor people present who could not even afford bread. They cheered loudly and praised the wise decision of the decision makers, which allowed them to have a full meal. At least they would have the taste of such bread and wine in their mouths for the next week.

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Banquets are the entertainment of the powerful and wealthy. The upper class is naturally incomparable to the common people. There is no shortage of fine wine, delicacies, and beautiful women.

The characteristics of Roman banquets are luxury, debauchery, revelry and worry-free enjoyment of this hard-earned good time.

Critics may criticize this as muddling through, and the dissatisfied may satirize this as forgetting danger in times of peace. It doesn't matter, this is Rome.

Such a lively atmosphere made Leo, who was always holy, couldn't help but drink a few cups. The Pope was just an ordinary man. He raised his glass and said loudly to everyone present: "Come on, leave confession for tomorrow. After all, we have endless sins to atone for. God is always generous and will forgive us as long as we are willing to atone for our sins. But please keep this a secret. After all, such special moments are rare. Maybe it will only be today."

If it were anyone else, he would definitely be regarded as a heretic and severely punished, but he is the Pope, the supreme being in the religious world. His word is the law, and his forgiveness is the voice of God.

The nobles raised their glasses one after another. Luca had experienced such revelry many times and was tired of it. He said that he could not drink much, and made an excuse to leave the banquet hall and go to the manor in the palace.

It is quiet here and no one will disturb us. People are social animals and naturally like to be lively. It is also good here. There will be no nobles coming to flatter him, and no girls deliberately trying to please him and take the opportunity to get promoted.

There was only a slight breeze blowing across my face, and there was still a hint of chill in the air.

He still needs quiet time, and it is time for him to think carefully about his future plans and even decide what kind of person he should be. After all, there is no one in this world who can forgive him.

Suddenly, he heard a sound of fighting behind him. Luga turned around abruptly and saw a dark shadow using skilled fighting skills to knock down the two guards behind him.

He also snatched someone's sword and rushed straight towards Luga.

This was a naked assassination, but somehow, Luga did not show any panic. He turned around, put his elbows on the top of the stone fence, and leaned against the stone fence with a calm look as if he had it all planned out.

"I've been waiting for you, and you showed up." Luka smiled as he looked at the shadow that was getting closer and closer. Through the weak firelight, he saw a familiar face, but it looked a little old. He said nothing, staring at Luka with his wolf-like eyes that emitted a faint green light.

"Levi, long time no see." Luca was not afraid at all. Even the cold air so close to him did not make his words stutter.

(End of this chapter)