"I would rather give up wisdom. I think I've been too wise for so many years. Almost all have to forget that I'm also a person with feelings. Yes, with a killing machine composed of tens of thousands of people, I've been running around in half a barbaric world in order to pursue interests and power. I almost forgot that I have a home and a father in this world. No matter what, I want to go back to Rome and see my father for the last time." Li Bida murmured in the rain, and as his words gradually took off his armor and all the ornaments representing glory and authority, at this time, Hebry was at this time.

Da walked over and threw a piece of coarse cloth, which he had just collected from the dilapidated basement of the council lobby. Li Bida gritted his teeth and tried not to let his tears flow down. He pulled out the dagger. With the sound of splitting, he made the coarse cloth into a simple mourning cloak, then threw the dagger to the ground, put on a pair of rattan sandals, followed Habaruka with his head hanging down, and headed tightly towards the harbor. Mattia, the son of David Angitt, did not forget his duty as a servant, and carried the box containing the important documents and the soft box on his shoulders, and followed behind him.

"I mourn the Tuna for me, even if he owe me a lot to Xiaoya." As he passed by, Hebrida hurriedly said this to Li Bida.

"That's it, the three of them went back to Rome?" At this time, Marco Anthony in the rain said in a half-sarcastic and half-admired tone, "Drop us nearly 20,000 soldiers, tens of thousands of Cyrani citizens, grand projects, and fleets that are about to be in shape." Then he raised his eyebrows and smiled bitterly at Sabokemus helplessly, indicating that the responsibilities on his shoulders were too heavy. But he didn't say anything afterwards.

On the deck of the ships at the port of Brindisi, Li Bida never sheltered from the wind and rain. He began to avoid luxurious meat, drink alcohol, or even lie on the couch to eat. He only had two positions all day long, wearing the cloak, standing, or sitting, which was an atmosphere of mourning the dead. Habaruka and Matthia were idly nestled on the other side of the deck, especially Matthia, who was twelve years old. He never expected that he would contact the city of Rome so quickly, and he did not expect that he would follow his master to attend the funeral.

Three markets later, Li Bida, whose skinny face was covered with beards, was still covered with wormholes and dirty things. Habaruka hired a donkey on the edge of the road, followed him with Matthia, and slowly entered the city of Rome without any disturbance, and then arrived at Villa Pulaima for another half a day.

There were very few cars and horses in the exterior of the villa. Li Bida couldn't help feeling sad and angry. Then he walked into the door and hugged Porti, who was also tearful in his eyes. "Thank you for teaching me to write and read. I came after reading Kelly's letter."

"Where are the kids? With Yulia?"

Porty nodded, and she also wore a dark coarse robe, then held the man's hand and slowly walked through the dusk Apollo restaurant, and climbed up the upward steps to the study where Lukulas was lying sick.

Beside Lukulas' luxurious couch, the blue smoke burning lights wrapped around his dark gray face, gradually disappeared in the gray black in the corner. Kelly grinned and cried, standing aside, Timothus also sat dejectedly on the bench in the corner. At this time, he heard the footsteps of Li Bida and Porty entering. Lukulas's ears turned twice, and then smiled and slowly turned his face, "Actually, I am also a Stoic believer. I don't really believe in the soul after death, so I'm very willful to meet the last person I want to meet. Child, bring your woman to my side." After saying that, he tried hard to lift his hand and make a call.

Porty couldn't bear it first, kneeling on the ground, touching the edge of the couch with both hands, and wailing loudly. Lukulas stared at the ceiling and touched the faces of the two children with his hands, "I sent Marcos away. A few days ago, or a market a few days ago? Sorry, my condition is so bad. I have only one moment of my mind is still awake every day, and then I am wandering in the endless unconscious ocean. I can't let Marcos see this. His head is like a child, and he can't stand being so scared, so I would rather die secretly."

"Stop crying, there is a joke in the Roman world. The guests at the funeral will advise their son, "Don't cry, you should be happy if your father dies, because you will no longer have to be enslaved, oppressed and disciplined by him. You can finally get the inheritance and buy jewelry to give it to your favorite woman, and buy as much as you want."

"No, Marcos is still my father. I will no longer be as bastard as this time. My children and I will accompany Marcos to the last moment of my life." Li Bida could no longer bear it. He held Lukulas's hand, and tears fell on the back of the other party's dry hands.

"Then stop crying. After I die, the virgin of the Kitchen Temple will send a will. Karabis, you clean the beard and hair of this man, put on a purple robe, just like Kelly helped you in Xiaoya's tent, reply to the handsome and beautiful child. Then my friend will read the will in public and entrust the estate to your supervisor. You are the main heir, Marcos is the agent heir, you are!"

No! Li Bida was a little panicked. He subconsciously wanted to push away the Lord's hand, but Lukulas had the strength from somewhere and grabbed his hand again, "Don't forget your vow under my knees, you are the Lord's heir, this is my will, you must follow it!"

Without giving Li Bida a chance, Lukulas continued, "The one who reads the will then is Gatu."

After clearly feeling that Li Bida was throbbing again, Lukulas smiled again, "You and Gatu are enemies, right? But don't make a mistake, Gatu is not that kind of person. In fact, he will read it, and I am the most at ease."

Then, Tuna took a few breaths of difficulty and said slowly, not knowing whether to talk or to himself, "People always say that the luckiest child is meeting the best-known parents. From this point of view, I am unfortunate. My father has dereliction of duty, and my mother's style is similar to my ex-wife, but I still love them, and it does not prevent me from trying to play the role of a good father. In the second half of my life drama, I have no regrets about my role at the end. I am lucky, I am lucky... Child, let me continue to glory in that world." After saying that, he seemed a little tired, mumbled a vague word, then closed his eyelids bit by bit, and fell down bit by bit. His body became dull and quickly merged with the colors around him.
Chapter completed!