This is the 454th year of the birth of Saint Jesus, the second Sunday in March. Originally, this was not a memorable day, but for Orius Luca, this may be his last "Judgment Day"

Well. It’s not because of my own pessimism, but because I definitely feel that the real end is approaching!

At dusk, the setting sun stained the western sky red like blood, submerging the entire Western Roman Empire in the bloody light. It's funny to say that the sky is like a mirror, reflecting the two empires on the land, the east and west.

One thrives in peace, and the other falls into dust in chaos.

Luga was wearing armor and walked in a hurry because he had to keep an appointment. He came alone to a small wooden house outside the city. This place was less than half a mile away from Rome behind him, and was only separated from the gray stone wall of Rome.

A wide moat. In order to visit a person who had left him a message, Luca specially brought a large jug full of wine for this visit. Because he was convinced that as a Roman, this

Wine has no resistance whatsoever.

"What kind of hermit would choose to stay here in such solitude?"

Lu Jia's heart was full of doubts, but he still knocked gently on the door. Nothing could compare with his curiosity at this time.

"Creak!" The dilapidated wooden door was slowly opened.

"Your Excellency Orius Flavius ​​Luga."

What Lu Jia never expected was that the person calling his name was not some gray-haired worldly master, but a young man. He stood tremblingly in front of Lu Jia, looking like he was in his early twenties, even though his clothes were ragged.

His hair style looked more like it was greasy and sloppy because he hadn't cleaned it up for a long time, but he still kept his face very clean. It would be the greatest disrespect to face the guests with a gray and gray face. He was very nervous, and he saw a wooden stick in his hand.

The stool he made was standing at the door. The stool was a bit old, but it didn't look dusty after being wiped. It might be the only valuable thing in his house. He hugged the stool and stood there at a loss, motionless.

"Your place is really shabby."

Lu Jia smiled, trying to remain easy-going and keep the atmosphere from being too awkward. He looked up and down the young man's house and couldn't help but said: "It's just like the house I lived in when I was escaping. No, it's even more shabby than that house."

This young man's mouth was trembling and he couldn't even smile. He wanted to nod, but he was afraid of making a mistake and did not dare to nod. His whole person was caught in a contradiction. He might be trying to figure out what I said in his heart.

What does the words mean? It’s just that Lu Jia’s words really have no other meaning.

"What's wrong, brave little guy?" Luga smiled and looked at the child. In order to relieve the embarrassment, he pointed to the room behind the young man and asked him: "Why, are you going to reject your guests like this?"

Outside the door?"

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry, sir!" The suddenly enlightened young man quickly moved out of the way. Lu Jia held on to his heavy breastplate, held his long red cloak, and entered the dilapidated cabin sideways.

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The light inside suddenly dimmed, leaving only an oil lamp emitting a faint light.

"Just leave the door open."

Because Lu Jia took a sniff and felt that the smell inside was not so friendly, and then placed the wine on the wooden table facing the door. He opened the lid, and in an instant, the rich aroma of wine filled the room.

A short and narrow wooden house. It made the young man take a deep breath and greedily inhale the fragrance of wine that filled the air. Yes, this is the nature of the Romans, who are addicted to wine.

"How about it? Do you want to drink?"

Lu Jia smiled and shook the wine jug towards him, deliberately letting the wine water hit the wall of the jug with a crisp and clear sound. The young man swallowed and nodded slightly.

Luga was very generous, because this wine was originally prepared for this trip, so Luga handed the wine flask into his hand and said: "Drink, this is the wine of Edessa, a treasure of the Eastern Empire."

The young man put his nose close to the mouth of the pot and took a sniff without opening his mouth or even taking a sip. His expression was very intoxicating, as if his whole soul was sucked away the moment his lips were pointed at the mouth of the pot, but he

Still so happy and comfortable, could this be the charm of the wine? Lu Jia couldn't help but secretly marveled.

"What? Not to your taste?"

"No, that's not the case, Mr. Lujia."

The young man came back to his senses and hurriedly put the wine bottle on the table. He turned around and saw a commotion under the table. After a while, the table was covered with blank parchment. The boy was busy and didn't forget to add some to the lamp.

oil to make the lamp burn brighter.

"Please sit down, Mr. Lujia, this matter is more important than drinking!"

The young man pointed to the wooden stool that had just been placed next to Luga, and with great effort, he took out a large pile of rolled parchment from under the table.

"I really didn't expect that you still have so many valuable things in your home."

The amount of parchment shocked Lu Jia. This young man must have spent a lot of money. Lu Jia thought that he roughly knew what this guy's intention was, and then he brought the small wooden stool over and sat opposite him.

In the midst of this hurried preparation, the young man found a reed tube and ink from somewhere, spread out a piece of parchment, dipped it in ink, and started writing stroke by stroke.

This young man's behavior made Lu Jia a little curious. He saw Lu Jia leaning forward slightly and stretching his neck to look around to see what this guy was writing.

"Orius, Flavius, Luga? Why do you write my name?"

"I'm sorry, Lord Lu Jia." The young man stopped what he was doing, raised his head and looked at Lu Jia and said apologetically: "You know, you are a legendary figure. You have fought for the empire for many years, and you have established a

You have great military exploits, but no one records your achievements and life, so..."

"So you're going to invite me over, record my life, and make a fortune out of it?"

His intention was exposed, but Lu Jia was not very happy. On the contrary, he was not very angry either. He just felt that facing the young man whose face was now green and then white, he was biting his lower lip as if he was trying to

The child who had lied but was exposed was at a loss for a moment. Lu Jia thought his heart must have jumped into his throat at this moment.

"Sir, I just didn't mean to offend."

The young man was very nervous. He defended himself, his lips trembled, and his words were difficult to speak. Lu Jia clearly saw the traces of sweat on his forehead through the firelight. The hand holding the reed tube stained with ink trembled slightly.

, the ink in the tube dripped onto the parchment below.

"Put away your paper and pen, kid."

He must be regretting that he was too eager to take out paper and pen to record it. As Lu Jia said this, he held the reed pipe and fought hard in his heart. He wanted to know Lu Jia's life story, although

Luga didn't seem to want this. But he was reluctant to put down the pen in his hand, because this would be a big opportunity for him to prove himself.

"My child, prove yourself, there is no need to be in such a hurry."

Lu Jia spoke slowly while maintaining an easy-going tone, stretched out his hand, pulled out the reed pipe between his two fingers, and slowly broke it in his hand.

"All I want is a patient listener, not a furious scribe."

The young man's Adam's apple moved, and his eyes moved from the broken reed tube in Lu Jia's hand to the parchment in his own hand. He took a deep breath, and reluctantly left in front of Lu Jia as if he had made a painful decision to part with her.

He took the large pile of parchment and put it back under the table, and nodded to Lu Jia.

"very good!"

Lu Jia breathed a long sigh of relief and relaxed all over. When he thought that he had been running around for half his life and had no time to tell people his story, whatever, he closed his eyes and recalled his past carefully. Finally Lu Jia said
Chapter completed!