Chapter 757 Eternity

Andrew led Luca to the big square of Ludinan, which was full of Ludinan citizens. They were dressed in festive costumes, and different nationalities gathered together to sing.

The fountain on the square came from nowhere. The whole fountain was made of marble and was as tall as the Tower of Babel. The water gushing out from it rolled down like a waterfall, hitting the marble below and causing huge water mist to roll up like smoke, covering the entire scene.

Music, all kinds of beautiful music, came melodiously from the instruments in the hands of musicians who came from nowhere.

Walking through it, Luga couldn't help but feel that all of this was so refreshing and pleasant. It was a scene he had never seen before, yes, since he was born or even since he traveled here.

"Look, a grand celebration!"

Joy is contagious, and Andrew began to dance happily to the rhythm of the crowd. He held the white flag and cheered loudly, dancing with the others present.

Even so, he still did not forget to pull Luca along, and he shouted, "Hey, Luca, why are you standing there like an idiot? Come on, dance with me. Look, follow my moves, and do it faster!"

Although Andrew looked really funny while shouting and dancing, he was not ashamed of it. Instead, he showed off even more, as if only in this way could he show his happiness.

Compared with Andrew's elegance, Luca seems shy. Although Andrew looks very funny, it still can't stop him from attracting the attention of strange girls.

Compared to Andrew, the quiet Lugao was not conspicuous enough. Instead, he was the unknown one. Andrew seemed to be the protagonist and he was just a passerby.

Andrew swayed and cheered loudly, and the flag on his shoulders swayed proudly in the sky.

Looking at Andrew laughing loudly surrounded by a group of women, this must be the life he wants most, but this is not Luca's strong point, nor is it what Luca likes, so he is destined not to get attention.

"Okay, okay!"

Luga could only wave his hands at such a lively scene. To be honest, he really couldn't adapt well to so many people, unless it was a war.

At the end of the venue, there was only solemnity and a large number of soldiers wearing gorgeous armor for festival parades, patrolling in formation. This was the most beautiful armor Luca had ever seen. Even when he was Augustus, the palace guards had never worn such beautiful armor.

Luca moved into the crowd of onlookers and saw only his long-dead predecessor Augusta Placidia, as well as his predecessors Augustus Constantius and Theodosius II gathered there.

They were setting up the celebration, and Luca saw Augustus Valentinian III and his wife Licinia at the edge of their right side. They didn't seem to have any estrangement, but were very affectionate.

They were having cordial conversations with the leaders of barbarian tribes from all over the place. Everything was so friendly, there were no disagreements, no hostility, and no conflicts or fighting. Everything was like a community.

The barbarians are no longer barbaric. They are well-mannered and polite in their words and deeds. It is impossible to find any disgusting or reason to despise them.

Everything was so harmonious, there was no quarreling or yelling, only laughter.

Luga stood in the audience and watched them silently. For some reason, Luga actually smiled. This smile seemed like a kind of relaxation, as if a heavy burden had been relieved.

Flavius ​​Luca, the hero who rose in the war, Augustus who stood up in iron and blood, or Dominate.

But that was war.

If it were peaceful, the great Augustus Flavius ​​Luca would be nothing more than a fisherman huddled beside a nar, a poor orphan.

Greatness achieved in war is worthless in peacetime.

Therefore, Luca, who was forged by war, was just an ordinary citizen of Rome in peace, without the so-called spear and shield of the empire. I guess the same was true for Aetius.

Without war, there would be no tragedy, and no Luca, which proved that this place did not belong to him. Looking at those familiar people, his face was a stranger. He had never existed at all, even if it was just a quick glimpse.

He is not needed here. One more or one less audience member has no meaning.

Luca hurriedly fled from this huge venue. He lowered his head and continued walking forward until he saw the huge palace in front of him. The palace was next to the carnival square. There were people everywhere here as well. However, unlike the guys outside, they all wore togas, which was a symbol of nobility, regardless of gender or nationality.

They were serious, silent, and serene, yet exuded a majestic aura.

They were nobles, just like the nobles of hundreds of years ago, standing on the densely packed steps outside the hall supported by magnificent marble columns.

They gathered in groups of three or four to talk, seemingly discussing some philosophical matters, and from these they gave birth to ideas that later generations would consider great. They also turned their heads from time to time to look at the guy in tattered mail who was slowly walking up the stairs.

Their eyes were full of confusion, but there was no contempt or dissatisfaction, let alone any so-called expulsion because of Luca's incompatible clothing.

Luca looked around, and curiosity drove him to continue moving upwards.

After climbing countless steps with great difficulty, Luga finally reached the top. He saw a large number of people gathered in the marble hall. They were crowded together with their backs to Luga. In front of them, they could hear singing.

This is a chorus of dozens of children, and the lyrics are basically praising the grace of God's charity.

The children's voices attracted Luca. He squeezed into the crowded crowd and finally came to the first row. It turned out to be a group of neatly dressed teenagers who were singing under the guidance of the priest. The audience in the audience were all their parents.

Luca saw a familiar figure in the crowd. She was still wearing the same blue dress, but it was brand new, with colorful hair draped over her shoulders. Such a familiar figure, like an old friend whom she had not seen for a long time.

Luga's nose felt sore, and he quickly lowered his head to adjust his state, trying to calm his excited heart.

"Okay, let me try!"

Luga secretly encouraged himself in his heart. He stretched out his trembling hand, slowly approached the woman, and then gently, yes, gently patted her shoulder.

"who?"

A familiar exclamation sounded, yes, it was the exclamation from that woman. Luga couldn't help but hold his breath, his heart was in his throat.

He stared with wide eyes, watching the woman slowly turn around, not daring to blink for a moment.

She turned around, and the moment he saw her face, Luca's tears welled up in his eyes.

She was still herself, without any change, except that she was more beautiful than the one Luca had seen before, with a healthy complexion, no longer as pale as before, and instead with a blush on her cheeks.

Luka's heart was pounding, looking at her in front of him, Luka didn't even know what to say to express his longing. Although she looked so strange, it was like the first time they met.

But the difference was that she was holding a hungry baby in her arms. Such a cute child was sleeping soundly in her warm arms.

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Luca seemed to understand something. He shouldn't be here. This was a world that didn't belong to him.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Ana asked Luca seriously.

"What's the matter..." Luga lowered his head, his eyes filled with loss. It turned out that such a happy city still had sadness. The only one who could feel this was Luga.

"No, nothing, nothing..." Luka waved his hands at Ana, "Sorry, sorry, I made a mistake, I made a mistake!"

Luga became so timid that he didn't even dare to look at Anai's face. He quickly turned around, turned his back to Anai, took a step forward, and tried to leave as quickly as possible.

Where on earth is this?

This is such a beautiful world, but there is no place for him to stand. Luga quickened his pace, his steps became faster and faster, he began to run, faster and faster.

"Sir, sir..." It was Ana's voice again, calling over and over again from behind him.

This was no longer his world, Luca was very sure. He didn't have the courage to look back and only wanted to leave as soon as possible.

He was running faster and faster, the scenery around him became blurry, and he could even hear the sound of the wind.

The wind was howling and the scenery in front of them was passing by quickly. Everyone's dream had been realized, except Luca's own.

He ran along the road until he reached the little fishing village of Narpan again.

Tenaia was wearing a white dress, and the breeze blew through her long hair. The hazy cover made her look peculiarly beautiful.

She strolled barefoot in the sea of ​​flowers that spread all over the green space. She stopped and walked, carefully picking each unique-looking flower one by one.

She sat under the big tree again and carefully weaved the flowers and plants into two crowns. She wore the small one on her head and held the big one in her palm, staring at the flowers and plants in front of her in a daze.

The fragrant grass and the white dress are particularly beautiful, as if the person and the scenery are integrated into one.

All she heard was the sound of hurried footsteps getting closer and closer. The noise brought Tenaia back to her senses. She quickly stood up and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see Luga, who ran to Tenaia sweating profusely. Luga was breathing heavily, his clothes and hair were soaked with sweat, his face was covered with snot and tears, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

“Puff…”

Seeing Luga's funny look, Tenaia couldn't help laughing for a moment, but when she looked at Luga, although she was smiling, there was a faint light flashing in her eyes, which clearly revealed her joy.

"Still leaving?"

“I’m not leaving!”

Luca shook his head firmly, like a child.

"So, are you planning to stay and stay with me?" Tenaia pressed the flower crown to her chest and looked at Luga shyly.

"I will never let go of your hand again!"

Luga nodded firmly, and Tenaia's expression was clearly joyful. She put the flower crown on Luga's head, and the two of them hugged each other tightly, above the flowers and plants.

(End of this chapter)