Chapter 747 The Lion and the Wolves 11
“Sometimes, I often ask myself, why did I come here?”
Luca stood in front of the table, lowered his head, and looked at the old armor neatly placed on the table through the dim light of the oil lamp. This armor was not as gorgeous as the one he wore in front of the church. Obviously, everyone could recognize that this was Augustus at a glance.
But the armor in front of him was different. It was a little old. Unlike the ceremonial armor, it was just a set of iron scales that was so common that it could not be distinguished from the officers' armor. Although it was a few years old, the palace had many ways to maintain it, so that the armor that had accompanied Luca for many years was still as good as new.
However, even the world's best maintenance could not change the ordinariness of this armor. Yes, it was just an ordinary officer's armor, and it did not become more gorgeous because it had been worn by Augustus.
This also indirectly proves that Augustus was just a mortal.
Luga reached out his hand and picked up the armor, using the gravity brought by the armor to his arms to feel the weight of the armor.
"Caesar, the soldiers have assembled..." Vokrik reported as he walked, and soon he entered the room. As soon as he entered the door, Vokrik stopped reporting. Vokrik stood behind Luga and looked at Luga's back. He was silent for a while, but at least he knew that Luga was aware of his existence.
Even so, Luga still slowly and unhurriedly lifted up this inconspicuous armor.
"I once wore it from Athens to Syracuse, and from Syracuse to Palermo, and then to Carthage." Luca said, staring at the armor in front of him, "I once wore this armor to intimidate the Vandals, these poor people who should have been homeless. At that time, outside the city of Carthage, the Vandals tried to fight us in close combat. I surrounded them with my command ships. They wanted to fight in close combat, so I gave them the opportunity and I made them lose everything. I clearly saw Gaiseric standing on the lighthouse on the top of the city. If my army had taken another step forward, I think he would have jumped off the lighthouse and been smashed to pieces on the rocks below."
At this point, Luga couldn't help but let out a long sigh, "What a pity that the country is not well-off and cannot be ruled by its own people." After saying that, Luga snorted coldly, with a hint of helplessness mixed in his sneer, which faintly revealed the word "sadness". Who on earth could understand such sadness? I'm afraid that after all, only Luga himself could understand it.
"I have worn it to defeat Gaiseric time and time again. Now I hold it up again to see what kind of good luck it can bring me."
After saying that, Luga turned his head to look at Vorrick behind him and said, "Why are you still standing there? Come and help me put on my armor. We need to welcome the guests."
Vokrik did not hesitate, he walked over quickly and helped Luca put on the whole set of armor. Luca picked up the horned helmet decorated with red tassels from the table, held the horned helmet in both hands, looked around, and touched every damaged mark on the horned helmet with his fingers.
"This thing records the battles I fought in the Western Roman Empire," Luca said, pointing to a scratch on the right side of the horned helmet. "This was left by the axes of Gaiseric when I fought him in the south of Palermo. The crazy Vandals wielding axes looked really impressive."
Then, Luca pointed to a depression on the left. This was left by our battle with the Bagauda rebels outside the city of Augusta Treville. Oh my God, those damn guys shot my horse to death and I was thrown out. I didn’t expect that I could survive. Oh my God, I couldn’t see clearly what happened to me at that time. I just felt weak all over, as if I was torn apart. At that time, I had just become a sergeant. Yes, a sergeant with only two or three legions, not even as good as the governor of a province, but just like this, I defeated the Bagauda rebels that the dukes dared not even think about, and then reconnected the entire territory with the Rhine Defense Line in the north. "
Vokrik just listened silently, his hands busy all the time, tying Luga to put on the scale armor and tightening the belt around his waist.
"Finally, I crossed the channel with half a legion to fight the Saxons. Who was their king? Oh, God, look at my memory." Luca slapped his forehead, but couldn't help but cast his eyes on the box in the corner. "He was a tenacious guy. He mobilized the soldiers of the whole of Britain to fight against me, but in the end he fell at my feet, and I let his child go."
Looking at this helmet, Luga was deeply moved. He couldn't help but recall everything that happened in the past, even the child, the child who was let go and depended on his equally pitiful mother.
The woman who left with Arthur in her arms, the wife holding the Dragon's Breath Sword, and the look in the child's eyes before he left, how old is he? Ten years old, God, time flies, more than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and time has made the lion no longer as strong as it used to be.
At this time, Luga thought of Ana again, the woman he had promised himself to but let down all his life.
If God closes a door, he will definitely open a window. People can only choose between the door and the window. He was young and ambitious, full of passion, and led countless young people with dreams to walk a whole circle along the Rome of the West.
She died in the end, her life full of obsession and tragedy ended in the most cruel way by the barbarians. She was a saint, and Luca was a devil.
"No one will ever forgive me again..."
Luga murmured, for some reason, when the scenes of the past came to his mind, Luga's nose felt sore, he thought to himself that something was wrong, and quickly looked up.
He tried his best not to let the tears flow, and let them spin back and forth in his eye sockets. It felt so terrible.
"Oh my God, look at me." Luca began to talk to himself again, "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?"
As he spoke, he sobbed softly, rubbed his eyes, and wiped away the tears that were about to flow from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.
Vokrik was still working hard. After all, Luga hadn't worn such armor for a long time, so it had become much bigger.
"When people get older, they always want to recall the past. Whether it is glory or shame, they can accept it with an open mind at this moment." Luca began to talk to himself again, like an old man who keeps talking. "Maybe God is reminding me not to forget these things no matter what."
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"Yes, yes!" Vokrik stopped what he was doing, stood up, and said to Luca, "Caesar, this armor is a little too big. I tightened the belt as much as possible, but it still looks a little loose."
"What? This is the tightest?" Luga lowered his head and stroked the scales. "It seems that I am really old, like an aging lion. No matter what, I can hardly control the division."
"Please don't say that, Caesar! Augustus lived a hundred years!"
"Yes, yes, it's ironic that in the end they all have their own graves." Luca said, walking out of the house and coming to the stairs.
At this time, the open space outside the door was filled with fully armed soldiers. They were all direct guards who voluntarily followed the warriors left behind by Luca.
"It seems that there are guests visiting late at night, and they don't look friendly." Luca said as he slowly walked down the stairs. "The citizens of Rome are praying to God to let them leave, and I, and you, are all apostles of God. Naturally, we have been called by God to gather here. Well, let's see what these rude and offensive guys are capable of!"
The soldiers slammed their shields hard, making a sound like thunder. This was a response to Luca, the only Augustus guarding the city of Rome.
(End of this chapter)