Hello everybody, here you have the next chapter! I know the last one ended in a little cliffhanger, but well, this is how I planned it to happen. Now you can know what happens to our little blond Gaul. Honestly I really hope you'll like this chapter and you'll enjoy it, if so, you can leave a review, I love to hear your thoughts about this.

Well, I'd like to give a special thanks to Drummergirl for helping me editing this story. I'm really, really, really grateful to her, she's awesome!

Okay after say all this, here you have the fifth chapter of this story, I hope you all will like it!

Chapter 13. To Rome

Once again, now five times in less than two crows of the rooster, Obelix had diverted his gaze to the cabin's door. This was already a bit too much. Vitalstatistix could understand the menhir dealer was worried about Asterix and Dogmatix, but this was exaggerating a bit. For the moment, they had to focus on the mission of searching for Getafix. While Asterix remained in the village he was safe, so there was no need to be so… paranoid. But the village chief found it was very difficult to establish an appropriate plan of action if one of his subordinates wasn't paying attention.

So far they had decided those who would go to the forest were: Tragicomix, Cacofonix (since he was already aware of the news) and despite accepting reluctantly, Obelix… although the menhirs dealer would have preferred to stay in the village taking care of Asterix – not because he mistrusted the other villagers, but rather, because he was well aware the blond Gaul remembered all of them as children, and the red-haired Gaul didn't want any of them to suffer the pain he'd felt when Asterix discovered he was Obelix, his best friend. In truth, it had been hard for the great Gaul to want to console his friend and not be able to because he considered Obelix a stranger and didn't want him near him.

For this reason, despite Asterix ultimately accepting who Obelix was, the menhir dealer didn't want the other villagers to find themselves in the same embarrassing situation that he had encountered.

But Vitalstatistix considered Obelix to be one of the best candidates to search for Getafix, since his speed allowed him to travel great distances in a short time, and with his strength he didn't have to worry about what stood in his way. Also, if the Romans found him in the forest, they would surely think he was hunting wild boar, not looking for the village druid.

The village chief truly thought Obelix should go to the forest, and he was sure Asterix would have thought the same. Asterix… the fact the village warrior wasn't there didn't help his situation. Asterix always knew what to do… he knew how to act in a situation like this. He would have known to support or offer better solutions on the contrary than those proposed by all present. But now… they couldn't count on his help and wit… and if they didn't find Getafix, perhaps they would never be able to recover old Asterix again.

"Obelix, by Belenos, pay attention," said the chief to the great Gaul when he realized he had been staring at the door and wasn't aware of what was happening around him.

"What? Ah yes, I'm sorry, Vitalstatistix… it's just…" Obelix said with guilt evident in his voice. He obviously found it very difficult to focus on the current work, but he couldn't help it. Until Asterix returned, he couldn't help feeling worried.

"Yes, I understand, but he shouldn't be long in coming back, and –" replied the village leader, but was interrupted again by the menhir carver.

"He should have returned by now," he said with concern. He hadn't screamed, but his words came out in a slightly louder tone than normal, causing him to immediately regret and feel ashamed of his sudden outburst.

"Obelix, for the love of Tutatis, you worry too much," Vitalstatistix said again. The village's chief didn't want Obelix to commit any imprudence in his state. But the red-haired Gaul didn't seem to want to give up, as he continued:

"I know Dogmatix very well, and I know it doesn't take him that long to do… what he should do. He should've been back," explained Obelix slightly offended. It was true, he knew Dogmatix better than anyone, and nobody could predict his behavior except the red-haired Gaul.

"He may have entertained himself playing with Asterix. Don't you think it is possible, my dear Obelix?" Tragicomix reasoned. Perhaps he didn't know Dogmatix as well as his owner, so he tried to apply logic in this matter and thus try to alleviate the concern of the menhir dealer.

Obelix thought about it for a moment. He knew his little pet loved to play with children, and knowing that Asterix was currently a little boy, it didn't sound too far-fetched that they were both playing around. He looked down, feeling defeated, and his arms hung languidly on either side of his body.

"... Yes, you may be right… but I can't help but think they should have come back," he finally said. But inside him, he listened to a little voice, telling him there was something wrong… he couldn't say what; he just could feel it.

"I understand your feelings, my son, but I'm sorry. Right now, we have urgent matters to attend to… and we need you to resolve them," Vitalstatistix spoke then. He understood Obelix was worried, but just as he had said, they had to find Getafix, and the sooner they did, the better.

"Okay," replied the great Gaul, lowering his head. Vitalstatistix smiled sadly. He didn't like to look too tough. But even if he didn't have to pull rank most of the time, that didn't mean the village chief's job was easy. On the contrary, it was tough sometimes.

The chief shook his head to clear all those thoughts. Now he needed to be focused… for Obelix's sake, for Asterix's sake, and ultimately for the sake of all the villagers.

"Well, where were we? Oh yeah, we need two more people to search for Getafix, right? Who do you think would be the most advisable candidates?" the village chief continued.

"Oddly enough, I have come up with another candidate, and please, let me explain before protesting," said Tragicomix, who had adopted a thoughtful attitude.

"Who are you thinking of?" Cacofonix asked this time. To be honest, he was impressed by the ideas the young man had contributed so far. He looked like a slightly younger version of Asterix, and he was taller than the village warrior, too.

"Geriatrix," said the younger Gaul. His words provoked faces of surprise and bewilderment in the other three present, but before any of them could question his decision, Tragicomix explained:

"I think about him, because I know sometimes, he goes to the forest to collect mushrooms or other elements that grow there. Therefore, it wouldn't be too strange if the Romans saw him walking there. I know it seems completely illogical, but –"

"No, no, Tragicomix, you're right, the Romans would never expect someone like Geriatrix to be looking for Getafix" said Vitalstatistix, interrupting the young man's explanation. Certainly, Geriatrix was the last person he would have thought of, but considering what the young man had just said, he might indeed be the best option to search for the druid.

"Well now it only remains to determine the last person who will go," announced Vitalstatistix.

"It may not be necessary. I said we needed a maximum of five people. If there are four of us, I think we're already enough," Tragicomix explained again.

"Are you sure we don't need another?" asked the village chief. In his opinion, the more help they could get to search for Getafix, the better, right? So why was the youngest of those present claiming they no longer needed more help? Would only four people really be able to find him?

Tragicomix turned to look at Vitalstatistix and with a determined expression on his face said:

"I am. Also... if time is crucial, we shouldn't waste it thinking about another person, rather we should use it to go to find Geriatrix" in his opinion they couldn't continue standing there talking, it was necessary for them to get into action as soon as possible.

"Yes, I'm going," said Cacofonix, and before anyone could say anything else, the bard had already left the hut in search of the oldest Gaul.

Asterix had been trying to free himself from the arms that held him captive all the way to Totorum's camp, but he hadn't succeeded. He had only managed to intensify the legionary's grip on him with each new attempt, until the Roman practically didn't let him breathe. The young Gaul realized there was nothing he could do to escape, at least not for now, so instead of trying to flee, he directed his gaze towards Dogmatix from time to time, who was still unconscious from the blow he had received to his head. The little Gaul just hoped they hadn't done him too much damage. He couldn't bear the thought of his best friend losing his beloved pet.

As soon as they arrived at the camp, the Romans took chains and tied him with them… an excessive method, but it would certainly prevent him from escaping. At first contact with the metal links, a shiver ran down Asterix's back, although he did everything possible to hide it from his captors. In addition, those chains were quite heavy for the young Gaul, so it was a bit difficult for him to keep his balance and not fall. But he was unwilling to allow the Romans to mock him for being weak. He went to great lengths to stay upright.

On the other hand, Dogmatix, who was still unconscious, now had a rope tied around his neck and the other end had been tied to a wooden pole. In this way, the Romans made sure the little puppy didn't escape.

After shackling him, the blond Gaul was promptly brought to Overanxius who, upon seeing Asterix, smiled widely. He clearly enjoyed the fact the Gaul he wanted was in his power and in such a short time. Asterix, on the other hand, had hoped that by some design of the gods he would never have to see this man again. But that didn't seem to be the will of the gods, and now he was again in the presence of this horrible man who had been about to take him to Rome the day before.

Needless to say from the very moment he saw the Romans in the forest, the Gaul boy deeply regretted having left the village. How could he have been so oblivious? If the Romans defeated the village, it would be his fault!

"Welcome back, Gaul. I'm very glad to see you," said the senator with the smile still on his face. The blond Gaul frowned at him, trying to appear brave and discontented with the man before him. But unfortunately, Overanxius saw with gratifying satisfaction the young Gaul's eyes reflected fear… a lot of fear. That only increased his personal satisfaction. After his terrible disappointment the day before, to see that little by little everything was beginning to progress as he had planned – even better than he had planned – it was an immense joy for the envoy of Caesar. The Roman senator got up from the deck chair in which he had been lying until that moment and, placing himself in front of his prisoner, said mockingly:

"I'm glad you decided to come see me."

Asterix glared at him. Perhaps he was a child, but he wasn't willing to allow an adult to make fun of him, much less in front of him.

"By Tutatis, even if you were the last adult on earth, I would never come to see you," he said in a furious voice. And it was true what he said, never ever would he go with a man like that.

The blond Gaul's answer didn't seem to affect the Roman senator. Actually, he most likely expected an answer like that, considering the kind of people he was dealing with. The Gauls in that village didn't reach the level of fame they now possessed without reason. The senator ignored what the Gaul boy had just said and walked around him, as if Asterix were some kind of trophy. When he was behind him, he said once more in that mocking voice that made the Gaul feel sick:

"Oh, bold words, but yet here you are, aren't you?"

Asterix turned as far as his restrictions allowed, his face showing he didn't like what he had just heard, then he shouted to the envoy from Rome:

"They kidnapped me!"

Overanxius was momentarily surprised by the young Gaul's outburst, although he recovered quickly and after clearing his throat talked again:

"The means do not matter, only the final result, my young friend."

Asterix looked straight ahead again. Now he didn't want to look that man in the face. He said almost at a whisper:

"I'm not your friend."

The Roman senator smiled at the response of the little Gaul. Honestly this boy was proving to be quite brave despite his young age… or at least he was a good actor. There was little difference. So, Caesar's envoy decided to change tactics.

"True, but I suppose your druid is, am I right? And I suppose you'll want to see him."

At the mention of Getafix, Asterix's eyes widened. Although he was afraid of the answer, he knew he had to ask the question that immediately came to mind when the Roman said that:

"Oh, by Belenos! Do you have Getafix here? "

Overanxius's smile grew even bigger, if that was possible. He crouched down to the level of the blond Gaul and replied:

"Indeed, little one. Come… let's see him."

Immediately afterwards, the Roman senator got up and walked towards the tent's entrance while Asterix looked down at the ground, as if he were thinking of something. Shortly afterwards he raised his head again, and looking at the man in the white robe, said in a slightly trembling voice:

"But I thought you wanted only me. Why Getafix, too? Let him go, please."

Overanxius stopped and turned to look at Asterix again. His face showed satisfaction and pride… especially when he saw the expression of bewilderment mixed with fear on the little Gaul's face. Asterix's eyes clearly reflected what the blond Gaul felt inside, and the Roman senator couldn't wait to see him before the empire leader. He and the old druid would both be magnificent gifts for Caesar. And although by some chance the boy would regain his previous appearance, he would continue being Caesar's slave… a slave who would undoubtedly pay dearly for each and every one of the uprisings committed against the power of the Empire.

The senator crossed his arms behind his back, and with an air of superiority, said:

"Yes, I could let him go, since yes, you're right, I wanted you… although afterwards I thought: if I could catch a Gaul, wouldn't two be better? I was also lucky that old man let himself be captured so easily, and after a while they found you in the forest."

He turned his back on the blond Gaul again and continued:

"I'll bring you both to Caesar, since without your druid, your little people won't be able to defend themselves, and sometime sooner or later they will all fall. Now come on, you don't want to keep your druid waiting."

After these words, Caesar's envoy finally set out, and the legionaries leading Asterix followed him. The Gaul boy was forced to walk. He couldn't help but whisper:

"By Tutatis, no…"

In the tent where Getafix was being held, the druid was worried and bored, but above all worried. Since the Roman senator's previous visit, no one else had come to see him, nor had they tried to torture him into revealing the secret of the magic potion… something that would certainly have been useless since the druid was capable of withstanding torture, at least more than a normal person would.

"Hello, Druid. I have a surprise for you," said Overanxius as he happily entering the tent where they kept Getafix captive. With the expression on his face, he seemed to gloat over the situation of the man tied up in front of him. Furthermore, there was a gleam in his eyes… as if the Roman senator knew something that Getafix was completely unaware of.

The druid raised his head and looked at the newcomer with a frown.

"Nothing you have can be interesting to me, Roman." he said harshly. He knew he had no chance of escape, but he wanted to make it clear he also had no intention of being intimidated by a man like him. Of all the Romans with whom Getafix had come in contact, this was undoubtedly one of the most repulsive he had ever seen.

"Oh, I believe yes, and soon you will see it," replied Caesar's envoy with the smile still on his face. He then stuck his head out of the tent and yelled:

"Bring him here!"

He looked back at the druid with a sinister smile on his face. He was waiting to see his reaction to what he was sure would be a tremendous emotional jolt for the bearded man.

Not even ten seconds after the senator gave his order, a legionary appeared at the entrance of the tent where they kept Getafix. The druid looked at him and his eyes widened in horror when he saw that in addition to the Roman, there was someone else, someone whom he didn't expect or want to be there. Asterix was in the arms of the newcomer, struggling unsuccessfully to free himself from him.

When Getafix saw the blond Gaul, his world fell apart. How? How had the Romans managed to capture Asterix so quickly? Although to tell the truth, what most worried the druid wasn't the short time it had taken to capture the little Gaul, but rather, the fact that they had him. If he didn't do something soon, Tutatis knows what fate awaited the village. He was so dismayed and shocked at the same time, the only word that escaped his lips was a simple and weak:

"No…"

Asterix stopped fighting for a moment to look at his druid and weakly said:

"Getafix… I'm… sorry…"

The guilt was clearly noticeable in his voice. Getafix didn't know exactly what the young Gaul had done to be caught so quickly, although it was quite clear whatever Asterix did, he regretted having done it. The druid frowned and glared at Overanxius with barely suppressed fury. Then, he said harshly:

"Let him go, Roman!"

The Caesar's envoy looked at the druid with a mocking smile on his face and then at the scared face of his most recent prisoner – greatly enjoying when the boy's eyes full of fear. He turned to Getafix again and said:

"Oh, I'm afraid I can't do that."

Getafix's face became even more enraged upon hearing those words, even though the druids were known for their ability to keep their emotions under control, that didn't matter to him anymore, the only thing that mattered was that he had to get Asterix out of there. That's why he told the senator:

"He's just a boy, for the love of Tutatis!"

Overanxius glared at Getafix, and pointing to Asterix, said:

"And one of Caesar's worst enemies! Or am I wrong?"

He then walked over to the legionary holding the Gaul boy. Then, he grabbed the Gaul by the chin without caring if he was hurting him or not. He caused a frightened moan to escape Asterix's lips, but that didn't matter to Overanxius. He only added:

"This little one… this little one! Along with the rest of his village have been a thorn in the side of the Empire thanks to your magic potion, druid!"

Getafix looked at those present with a mixture of anger and some fear, although he did everything possible to hide it. He didn't even want that Roman to touch Asterix, but he also had no way to prevent it. The only thing he could do was to keep acting tough and trying somehow to free Asterix of the situation he was in. He reflected on what the envoy from Rome had just said and tried to use his words against him.

"If all this is for my potion, let the boy go. You already have me, by Belenos."

Overanxius released Asterix and walked to stand next to the druid's head, then replied:

"Yes, it's true, I have you. But I cannot risk this little Gaul leaving and possibly returning to his true state and then coming to rescue his druid… something I've been told he already did in the past. No, I'm not going to let him go and risk having my plans thwarted again. He will come to Rome along with you Druid, don't have any doubt about it, by Jupiter!"

Having said this, he ordered Asterix to be left with Getafix, something the legionary holding the Gaul boy did in a hurry… although, unlike the senator, the legionnaire tried to be as gentle as possible with the blond Gaul. Actually, after all, despite being a prisoner, he was just a child.

Then they all left the tent, leaving the two Gauls alone. Once outside, the senator told those who had been watching so far:

"You, watch the prisoners well… especially the boy. Something tells me he could try to do something. Keep your eyes open, by Mercury."

The two legionaries guarding the entrance to the tent stood at attention, and both said at the same time:

"We will."

From what they had seen of the senator, they didn't dare to oppose him or question his orders, imagining that doing so could mean ending up in an arena with lions.

The senator then walked away muttering to himself:

"I'm going to order my carriage to be prepared. The sooner we leave the better."

It didn't take long for him to find another legionnaire whom he immediately gave the order to prepare everything to leave immediately. That little Gaul had already escaped him once. He would make sure that didn't happen again.

The legionnaire who received the order rushed like lightning to carry out what his superior had said to him, and in a short time he had the senator's carriage ready, with the horses already hitched on it.

"Ave Senator Overanxius, your carriage is ready, sir."

"Great, by Jupiter! You'll be rewarded for this, legionary. Now go along with three other men and prepare the prisoners for transport. It is necessary to leave as soon as possible."

"I will do so, Ave."

The Roman senator saw the legionary run and disappear between the tents, going to carry out his orders. The white-robed man couldn't help but rub his hands in satisfaction. Very soon he wouldn't have to worry about whether the other Gauls came to rescue their companions, because from what he had discovered thanks to the little Gaul, the other villagers still didn't know that they – the Romans – had been responsible of the disappearance of their druid, and by the time they found out, it would be too late, and then they would have no choice but to submit to the power of Rome.

Yes, his plan was about to succeed, and Caesar would show him so many honors that there would be no one in the capital who didn't know his name and consider him a hero… almost like a god, even… for he would have been able to defeat the greatest enemy of the Empire. No, nothing could go wrong anymore.

Caesar's envoy then headed towards the centurion's tent with a big smile on his face. He would finally leave Armorica and return home.

Meanwhile in the tent

"Asterix, by Tutatis, what are you doing here? Where is Obelix?" asked the druid, with a tone of alarm in his voice, when the two Gauls were left alone.

Asterix looked at Getafix and there was a mixture of pain and shame on his face that soon caused the tears he had been trying to hold all this time to flow from his eyes.

"I… I…" he started to say in a broken voice. Getafix knew the boy was too affected by what had just happened to be able to speak, so with a calmer voice this time he said:

"Calm down little one, and tell me what happened."

It didn't help Asterix at all to see his druid upset, so Getafix had to keep a cool head for both their sakes.

Asterix nodded to what Getafix said, and after taking a few deep breaths, he said to the village druid:

"In the village, a man called Tragicomix came and told us that you had gone to the forest and still hadn't returned… we went to see Vitalstatistix and I… when I heard they wanted to go to the forest to look for you… I decided to also go with Dogmatix, but after leaving… the Romans found us and brought us here."

Getafix looked at the blond boy in amazement. To be honest, the druid didn't know exactly what he was feeling at the moment. He knew Asterix was smart, but he didn't imagine he would manage to deceive those in the village and go out alone into the forest. He didn't know whether to be proud of him for his cunning and bravery or to scold him for running away despite knowing the danger he was in.

Getafix opted for the first option. Scolding Asterix wasn't the solution… at least not now.

"Did you leave the village without anyone seeing you?" He asked him when he was able to regain the ability to speak that he apparently had lost after the story of the little Gaul.

Asterix looked at the ground in shame. He had been warned on numerous occasions of the dangers of going out alone into the forest… and more especially since he was rescued from the Roman camp the day before. But since nothing had ever happened the previous times, the blond Gaul imagined that this time nothing would happen, either. But something did happen. He had been captured, and now he felt a deep regret for having ignored everyone earlier. So, without daring to look at Getafix, he replied:

"Yes ..." This was all his fault, honestly, if there was a way to fix it, he was willing to do whatever it took.

Getafix, for his part, could see Asterix's attitude. It was the same one he had after his fight with Fulliautomatix, Unhygienix and the other children… the same eyes full of shame and guilt. From that day, the druid had realized Asterix tended to take responsibility for everything that happened. To the druid, that was a great quality, but if Asterix didn't restrain himself, he could blame himself for actions or events in which he had nothing to do with, and that could be dangerous. It was for this reason from that day on, Getafix always tried to be next to the blond Gaul, to prevent him from overindulging in self-blame. At this time, Getafix wished he could reach out his arm and put it on Asterix's shoulder to reassure him, showing his support, but unfortunately that wasn't possible, given his situation, and that frustrated Getafix a lot.

"Oh Belenos, protect us… Asterix, we have to find a way out of here," said the druid in an attempt to alleviate his growing anguish, but that only caused the opposite effect. His concern grew even more when he was aware of the horrible situation they were in and that there was no apparent way to escape it.

Asterix raised his head to look at his druid, and with tears in his eyes and a trembling voice, he said to the bearded man:

"But I don't know how, Getafix."

The druid looked at the blond boy and forced himself to take a couple of deep breaths to calm down. If he was calm, maybe he would get Asterix to calm down, too. By working the two of them, maybe they would find a viable way out of there. For this reason, he smiled at the young Gaul and said:

"Don't worry, we'll find a way out, you'll see. But I need you to have faith and hope everything will work out. I need you to trust me… can you do that?" his voice was slow and calm, hoping to show Asterix he had nothing to fear… that everything was going to be okay.

Asterix opened his eyes slightly as he considered what Getafix had just said… he was right. If they lost hope, they would never escape. Asterix also had full confidence in his druid. He was sure he would find a way to escape from this camp. Thinking about what the druid had just said, he nodded more calmly and replied:

"Okay, I'll try."

The tent curtains were jerked open revealing Caius Marsupialus surrounded by several of his men behind him. The Centurion looked at the two prisoners with an air of superiority, but with a slight touch of guilt as well. Somewhat ironic, considering that just a day ago he had been completely happy to have a Gaul prisoner in his custody. But, certainly, Overanxius' sick obsession had made the camp leader rethink his career… and although proud to serve Rome, he feared the Empire wouldn't be as he expected… at least not with people like Overanxius.

The Centurion let out a sigh and said to the two Gauls:

"I'm sorry, but your time has run out. I have been ordered to prepare both of you to be transferred to Rome."

Asterix looked at Getafix with scared eyes. It was too late. This time he couldn't avoid being taken to Rome and what's more, his druid – the only one capable of making the magic potion that allowed the villagers to defend themselves from the Romans – was also going to be taken there. Oh, the gods had turned against them.

Caius Marsupialus stepped forward and then ordered:

"Come, legionaries. Proceed, by Jupiter."

After saying these words, the legionaries stood at attention and replied at the same time:

"At your command, Centurion."

Immediately they began to advance towards the two Gauls. One of them picked up Asterix who now had small tears escaping his eyes, while the others dedicated themselves to freeing Getafix from the table and tying him to prevent his escape, although they knew there was little chance he would try to escape… especially without the little warrior.

The two Gauls were escorted out to the carriage that was to take them to the capital of the empire. The Roman senator was already on it, waiting for them.

The legionnaire carrying Asterix was the first to arrive and left the little Gaul there. Asterix immediately curled up, trying to get as far away from Overanxius as possible. Shortly after, between two soldiers, they forced the druid into the chariot, as well. Unlike the blond boy, Getafix remained standing and glared at Caesar's envoy. In fact, the bearded man had to go to great lengths to contain the anger that was currently making his blood boil. If it weren't for Asterix being there, that man wouldn't have a smile on his face right now.

Overanxius smiled widely at his two… guests. A little far away, soft but continuous barks started to sound, something that made the senator's smile falter. Turning to face Caius Marsupialus, he asked with a mixture of surprise and outrage in his voice:

"By Mercury, do you have a dog in the camp?"

"No! Well, yes, that dog is the pet of the fat Gaul, who –" Caius Marsupialus rushed to reply, but was interrupted by Asterix's voice.

"Obelix isn't fat! Just a little plump and the dog is called Dogmatix," said the blond boy. Those Romans had no right to call his best friend fat.

Overanxius glared at his youngest prisoner and shouted:

"Shut up, Gaul!"

He then turned back to the camp leader and asked him again:

"Tell me, Centurion, why did you bring that animal here?"

Caius Marsupialus narrowed his eyes, he had been following the orders of this man all this time and enduring his attacks of anger, but he wasn't willing to endure it, so he responded somewhat irritably:

"Because if we hadn't, we would probably be having another visit from our Gaul neighbors right now! When we captured the boy, the dog was with him. And we knew that if we left him in the forest, sooner or later he would lead the rest of the town here. That is why we have also brought him."

Overanxius's expression changed completely to one of surprise upon hearing that. He hadn't realized what could have happened if that animal led the Gauls back to the camp before he was gone, so he had to admit these men's decisions were without a doubt the right ones.

"…Good work, Centurion… I'll tell Caesar about your exploits and you'll be rewarded for it. Just keep the animal here. Ave," he told him when he recovered from his initial shock.

In addition, the senator had realized he had to leave again immediately, so that when the Gauls discovered what had happened, it would be too late. So after saying these words, and with a crack of the whip, he forced the horses to start their journey.

Now nothing could stop him. His next stop would be Rome, and no one could help it.

Welp… should I run and hide behind a rock? How many of you want to kill me for just having allowed Asterix and Getafix have begun their road to Rome? Do you think they'll be rescued once again? Or Overanxius will manage to take them both to the empire's capital and offer them as a present to Julius Caesar? What do you think? I'd love to hear your opinions about thatyou're your guesses of what will happen now.

Okay, after say that, I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I also would like to thank you all those who've read this story, those who follow it or have it among their favorites: MyCelestialFury.

See you in the next chapter