Chapter 733 Story

"I made a mistake, Eudoria." Luca's throat moved up and down, "I was so eager to avoid the mistake, but ended up falling into the absurdity that I had to face."

"Ridiculous?" Eudolia obviously didn't understand the word, especially when Luca used it to describe himself.

"Yes, it's ridiculous, incomprehensible." Luca sighed lightly, then looked around and asked Eudoria in confusion: "What? No wine? I have a headache recently and need to drink to relieve it."

"Caesar, I'm a girl, and it's not time for me to drink." Eudolia looked at Luca seriously and pointed out the mistake Luca made seriously.

"Oh, sorry, sorry." Luca stretched out his hand to Eudolia and kept indicating his impoliteness. Then he sighed softly, thought again and again, and turned back to the waiter waiting behind him and said, "Go and get some wine. I think I might go crazy without wine now."

"Hey!" Eudolia looked at Luca with anger, as if blaming him for not keeping his word. "I thought you came here to apologize sincerely, but when I was in a better mood, you did something I didn't like. It's really hard to imagine whether you came here to apologize to me or just wanted to drink the wine in the palace."

The waiter brought the wine. Luca reached out and picked up the glass, then poured a full glass of wine into it. He first put the wine in front of his nose and sniffed it. After confirming that it was a rare treasure, he opened his mouth, took a sip, then tilted his head back and drank the remaining wine in the glass.

"Hey, sooner or later you'll get used to the taste of wine, just like you've already memorized Horace's poems." Luca refilled the glass and shook it, allowing the wine in the glass to evaporate as much of its flavor as possible.

Soon, the air was filled with a strong aroma of wine. Even Eudoria couldn't help but take a deep breath and inhale the aroma of wine in the air into her nose.

"What a weird smell," Eudolia couldn't help but sigh, "I thought I could smell it at my father's party, but that smell was mixed with too many unbearable smells. But it smells much better now."

"Give!"

As soon as Eudolia finished speaking, Luca poured a new glass of wine and handed it to her.

Eudolia was stunned when she saw the wine glass in Luga's hand. She first looked at the wine in the glass, then looked up at Luga. Her expression revealed hesitation and confusion. Why did this guy become more and more demanding?

"This is the only way you can grow up. Come on, give it a try."

Looking at Luca's smile without any malice, Eudolia hesitated for a moment, as if she had a mental struggle in her heart. In the end, she reached out to take the wine glass, pursed her lips, and finally mustered up a huge courage to open her mouth and take a sip.

“Oh, oh my god!”

Perhaps it was because the taste was not satisfactory, which irritated Eudolia so much that she coughed repeatedly and a look of pain appeared on her face.

Seeing Eudoria in such a miserable state, Luca, who was standing beside her, looked at Eudoria calmly, without any trace of guilt on his face for causing the discomfort.

"Take a few more sips." Luca smiled, then he raised his glass and said to Eudoria: "Come, I'll accompany you! Holding up the glass is an indispensable etiquette for a noble."

Eudolia looked at Luca with a puzzled look in her eyes, but then she looked at her wine glass. Somehow, Eudolia gradually developed an adaptation to the wine in the glass.

"Good wine cannot stand being left out for too long, just like a beautiful woman should not be neglected." Luca said, raising his glass and clinking it with Eudoria's. "Look, leaving the wine in the glass for too long will affect the taste."

"But." Eudolia frowned and looked at the wine in her glass, "But I remember my father and his family always liked to put some red things in the wine because it would make it taste better."

"Oh, come on, forget what Valentinian said." Luca smiled and continued, "It's all because of that thing. His face is as pale as a fish in the sea. Of course, more pain is still tormenting him, but he knows nothing about it." After Luca finished speaking, he picked up the wine glass and drank the wine in it in one gulp.

Eudoria looked down at the wine glass doubtfully, and responded softly with "Oh". Then, she imitated Luca's actions and drank up the wine in the glass. Her expression looked as if she had suffered a lot.

"Oh, my God." Eudolia sighed, but soon her expression relaxed, and she quickly adapted to the wine. It might be the alcohol that made Eudolia's face flushed slightly, and she looked more beautiful than when they first met.

"How do you feel?" Luke asked.

Eudolia didn't answer, but just nodded. Her expression had already betrayed her. She seemed to be enjoying it particularly now.

Alcohol is really a strange thing. It can give people a headache, but it can also make people open their hearts. It's like drinking a glass of wine, which relieves the sorrow and makes the whole person feel elated.

Eudolia put her left hand into her hair, which was tied up on top of her head, and held it tightly, not even caring that it would mess up the hairstyle that the maid had carefully arranged for her.

After all, it was her first time drinking, and the alcohol made Eudolia's behavior slow and full of uncertainty.

"Another drink, please." Luca picked up the wine jug and said to Eudoria, "I have a good story, but it always seems monotonous without good wine to go with it."

Before Eudoria could shake her head, Luca had already tilted the wine jug and filled the cup in Eudoria's hand with a glass of precious brew.

Eudolia was about to speak, but in the end she didn't say anything. She acquiesced to Luca's action and then looked at Luca.

She did not admit that Luga was her father now, and of course, Luga did not intend to confess everything to her. It was as if after a few drinks, they became friends who could talk about anything, and they seemed to be deaf to the situation outside where the enemy was at the gates.

After all, Eudolia couldn't hold her liquor well, and she became unconscious after just a few glasses of wine. She could only listen to Luca talking about nonsense and then giggled.

But we have to admit that this is much better than what happened in the Pantheon. At least there is no anger, no quarrels, no oppression, and no resistance between the two sides. Everything is so natural.

"Well, can you still drink?" Luca raised his glass and gestured to Eudolia.

"able!"

The drunk Eudolia still hadn't let go of the pride that belonged to a princess. As she said this, she raised her glass and clinked it heavily with Luca's.

Without caring about the wine splashing from the silver cup onto her white hands, Eudolia laughed wildly at Luca without caring about her dignity, even though this sound was not something a princess should make.

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However, Luca hoped that Eudoria would be like this because this was her true self, and at least she was honest with Luca.

After another glass of wine, Eudolia fell drunk on Luca's shoulder due to the alcohol.

Looking at her dazed look, Luga smiled with relief.

"That's all I can do." Luca hugged Eudolia tightly, "It was a pleasure talking to you, Eudolia. This is unforgettable for me, unforgettable." Luca's eyes showed a hint of reluctance, but he quickly hid it.

"My daughter, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Luca whispered in such a gentle voice to Eudolia who was sleeping soundly in his arms.

While stroking Eudolia's messy hair, Luca felt so peaceful inside.

At this time, a series of footsteps were heard. Luca turned around and saw Marenius coming with several guards.

"Caesar, we don't have much time," said Marenius.

Luca nodded slightly, then lowered his head to look at Eudoria who was still sleeping.

"I really have nothing to give you." Luca smiled bitterly and whispered in Eudolia's ear: "I wish you could call me father, but this is just a luxury. I am afraid of such absurdity. I am so poor and have nothing to give you."

Luca gently kissed Eudoria on the forehead as a farewell.

"Take her away, she's getting better!" As he said this, Luca held Eudolia and handed her to Marenius.

"And you, Caesar?"

"Don't take care of me anymore. Leave half of the soldiers behind, take Eudoria with you, and leave here."

"But you have to leave too!"

"This is an order!" Luca's tone was unquestionable.

Marenius stared at Luca blankly, his Adam's apple moving up and down, but he didn't say anything. He nodded heavily and left holding Eudolia.

(End of this chapter)