Chapter 728 The End of the Story

"So, I read the letter and found this place." Luga put his right arm on the table, and his five fingers kept tapping on the wooden table in front of him, making a "da da da..." sound.

The room was surprisingly quiet. The sunlight outside shone through the window into this simple room of neither big nor small, replacing the extinguished oil lamp and illuminating the room.

The wine jug had long been empty, and all that was left were two glasses filled with the last of the wine and an oil lamp that had long since run out of fuel.

The young man was still looking at Luga. He was trying to show that he was listening very hard to Luga's memories, fearing that he had missed something.

Although his eyes were red, one could even clearly see the bloodshot in his eyes in this room with poor lighting.

"This is my story!" Luga pursed his cracked lips and sighed deeply, breathing rapidly. Yes, he was so tired. He had never, never been able to chat with someone for a whole night until the next morning.

"Oh, oh, is it over?" The young man finally came to his senses. He sat up straight in a hurry, looking as if he was still not satisfied.

"I'm so sorry, Caesar, I, I disturbed your precious rest time. I'm just, I'm just very curious about your life. After all, in Rome, the most authoritative epic poets can't sing your life." The young man spoke faster and faster. From the side, you can see that his tone is so excited, and you can even see crystal tears in his slightly narrowed eyes. "I, I didn't expect that I could hear you, Caesar, tell your life story in person. Oh, my God, this is such a great honor. I, I simply, have no regrets in my death!"

"Hey, you are not allowed to say such things." Seeing the young man crying with joy, Luca comforted him hastily: "You are still young, you know? Child, your future path will surely be full of glory, but now that you know Augustus's secret, you should live well, otherwise, my energy for this day will be wasted!"

"Yes, yes, yes, Caesar!" The young man kept sobbing and slowly wiped away the tears that kept flowing from his eyes. "I should live well and should not disappoint you, Caesar."

"Could you tell me your name, young man?"

"Sidonius Apollinaris, a native of Orleans, I saw you on the streets of Orleans and witnessed your victory on the battlefield of Chalons, so I searched for your story everywhere, from Orleans, Ludinan, Narbonne, Genoa, Milan, Ravenna, and finally came to Rome!"

"Thank you." Luga was indeed flattered to have such a follower. He did not expect that in such a desperate era, there would still be someone with such obsession.

There are so many emotions at a time like this, and only a simple thank you can express them.

"Okay, okay!" Luga picked up the wine glass and slowly stood up.

He came to the window, facing the sunlight. The sunlight shone on his gorgeous armor, and the reflected light brought light into the entire dim room.

"It seems like it's time to say goodbye, Apollinaris." Luca turned his head and raised his glass to Apollinaris. "This is the happiest day of my life. I can talk about my past with a stranger, no matter what troubles or joys I have. Yes, I have never been so frank before, just because of a letter and a pot of wine. Even my best friends don't know so much. I always maintain an appearance that an Augustus should have in front of the world. This has given me unparalleled authority, but it has also made me more and more lonely. I think this is what a king is like. A king is born lonely!"

After Luca finished speaking, he raised his glass to Apollinaris, then tilted his head back and drank the wine in the glass.

Apollinaris wanted to say something else, but Luca didn't intend to give him any explanation. It was like a farewell, which should be clean and simple without any emotion mixed in it.

Luca turned around and put the empty wine glass on the table, then opened the door. There were already many guards standing outside. Marenius was at the front. When he saw Luca, he saluted and stepped aside.

Looking at the exhausted looks of the guards present, they have been standing here from yesterday dusk to today noon. It must be self-evident how tired they are.

"Let's go back!"

Looking at them, Luga felt a lump in his throat for some reason and tears were about to flow.

But he gently searched his red and swollen eyes and continued to complain: "I didn't sleep all night. I'm really exhausted and want to fall asleep right away."

But none of the soldiers present knew that he did this just to cover himself up and then secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

After all, as Augustus, he cannot let the world see his vulnerable side. No matter how sentimental he is, he cannot let anyone see it.

"It's really hard work." Lu Jia shook his head slightly, pretended to touch his forehead, and sighed: "I have a headache. I should go back and rest."

Marenius nodded in response and helped Luca into the carriage.

"Caesar! Caesar!"

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Apollinaris chased out and stood outside Luca's carriage. His eyes were blurred with tears and his lips were trembling. He didn't know what to say. He just stood at the door, not knowing what to do.

"Go back, go back!" Luca waved his hand at Apollinaris, "Take everything you heard today and return to Orleans. Now let's make a promise to each other. Let's keep it as a secret between the two of us, a secret between Augustus and you. Go back to your hometown and keep this story. After all, no one can guarantee that the stories people tell in the future will be as true as mine."

Before Apollinaris nodded in response, Luca's carriage had already started moving towards Rome.

Apollinaris stood there, holding the empty wine jug in his hands, with tears in his eyes, nodding at the dust raised by the departing carriages! "I really shouldn't run away anymore." Luca thought secretly in his heart, "Now I don't know if I can hold on any longer. It's time, it's time to confess everything to Eudolia, at least let her know that I am her father, I am the one who can decide her future, not that guy Valentinian!"

Looking at the carriage going away, Apollinaris lowered his head and tightly grasped the empty wine jug in his hand. Although the wine in it had been drunk, the aroma of the wine had not diminished at all.

He opened the lid, raised the wine jug close to his nose and sniffed it, as if the aroma of the wine could dispel his fatigue from a sleepless night.

"I may be the only one who can fully record Augustus Flavius ​​Luca." Apollinaris said to himself, clenched his fists, his face full of joy. He looked up and looked at the convoy that had long disappeared, and whispered: "Believe me, Caesar, I will record it and keep it!"

(End of this chapter)