When I walked out of the door of the council room, I didn't expect that there was not only Andrew in front of me, but also a group of courtiers, all of whom were elderly people, and at a glance they knew that they were powerful people from all over Eastern Rome. Passing through them, Luga did not say a word, they seemed to be in a hurry, and when they saw Luga come out, they rushed in.

It may be that the soundproofing is good, and Andrew, who was standing outside the door, didn't hear anything clearly. Seeing Lujia come out, he hurriedly followed, but because the palace guards around him were not able to speak, he could only do what a guard should do, that is, follow Lujia closely.

"Look, captain of the soldiers of Western Rome!"

"Oh, stay away, my friend, he's a robber of Athens!"

"Oh my God, it's terrible, I heard that the nobles of the entire city were beaten by him and their faces were covered in blood,"

"Don't even let the old man go, damn bastard!"

The courtiers who came and went in the aisle had already pointed behind Luga's back, and even if they passed by Lujia, they would go far away, for fear of being hurt by the "demon" in front of them.

The anger and dissatisfaction on the faces of the courtiers who came and went showed that the attitude of the nobles throughout the empire towards Luga was really good.

The courtiers' rudeness seemed to Luga to be commonplace, and he walked in front of them with his head held high, ignoring all gazes with colored glasses. The palace is so big, such a distance of less than a hundred meters even feels like a whole year.

Finally out of the palace gate, the courtyard outside the gate was deserted and devoid of life, and the refugees dispersed at some point, probably in fear of the dreaded axes in the hands of the palace guards. The guards have not yet dispersed, for fear that these difficult refugees will come back to trouble.

There were still several pools of blood in front of them, which must have been caused by the conflict caused by the failure of communication just now, and the owner of the blood must have been miserable civilians with no protection around them. Even though they spurned the gorgeous armor of the Praetorian Guard in front of them and the long axe that wiped the ground in their hands, the axe fell like a human head, and no one but themselves could cherish the poor and humble life.

"These damn courtiers are rude!" Seeing that there was no one around, Andrew said indignantly: "Could it be that they only heard that we were unwilling to pay the money for the maintenance of the army in order to raise money, but did not see that we successfully blocked Attila's crazy attack at Hot Springs?" Damn the guys, they really should be at the forefront of the Battle of Hot Springs against the barbarians! ”

Listening to Andrew's complaints, Luga finally lowered his head high, and he stood silently, only to see the white gas he breathed out disappearing again and again in front of his face half a meter away from his face in the slightly cold air.

Andrew stopped complaining and stared at Luga quietly, he seemed to understand that when he was indignant, as the protagonist of the party, Lujia didn't feel a huge grievance in his chest, but if he didn't say it, it didn't mean that he didn't hurt.

"Luga, what are you thinking about now?" Andrew asked him.

Luga only reacted slightly at this time, he raised his head slightly, looked at Andrew, shook his head again, and then whispered, "I always feel that something is not right. ”

"Why do you say that?" Andrew was puzzled.

It was at this moment that a series of footsteps sounded behind the two of them, and Andrew turned around to see a courtier dressed as a nobleman trotting all the way to the two of them, and the courtier looked left and right, and when he confirmed that there was no one, he said to Luga: "Baseleus has now made a statement to the nobles, and has stripped the commander of your Thracian field army of power. ”

"What!" This kind of news can be described as five thunderbolts, so angry that Andrew opened his eyes angrily, clenched this fist and stepped forward, posing as if he was going to hit someone, if it wasn't for Lu Jia reaching out in time to stop it, I am afraid that this fist will make this weak courtier unbearable, and a few teeth are considered God blessed.

"We... Desperate .... Fight Attila... Now, just say that the position is deprived and deprived? Andrew said as he tried to punch the messenger in the fist, but fortunately, Luga's obstruction prevented him from succeeding.

Hearing this news made Lu Jia's head also "buzz", he didn't expect that the current situation would be so serious, or that he would be directly deprived of his military power.

"It seems that we have offended people who cannot afford to offend, and even Baseles has to make concessions." Luga thought to herself, holding Andrew tightly with both hands. Seeing that he couldn't break free, Andrew roared angrily and smashed his fists on his thighs, which seemed to calm him down a lot.

"Baseleus thinks that the two of them can't stay here anymore, so please leave with the rest of the money."

"Money? What do you mean? Lujia was stunned for a moment, thinking that although he was not dressed very gorgeously, he really didn't have much money in his pocket, how could he say that he left with money, I was afraid that he was humiliating himself.

"I don't know why!" The courtier shrugged his shoulders, then took out a rolled-up piece of parchment from his toga robe and handed it to Luga, "Look, this is a letter written by Baselus himself, and this letter must contain an explanation of what he just said." ”

Without waiting for Luga to say anything more, the courtier shoved the parchment into his hand, left a phrase "loyal to Baseleus", and hurried away, as he had just hurried.

"What the hell is written in this?" With doubts in mind, Luga opened the parchment...

"Caesar, you should see the truth clearly, and take back the title of this Luga, this Flavis, who has received your favor!"

"Kill him before he leaves Constantinople, damned bandit!"

"Kill him! Kill him! ”

The courtiers did not have the respect that the nobles usually demanded and maintained, and they talked about it, the only theme being that the raid on Athens had to pay a price for Luga in order to appease their anger.

Theodosius II was caught between them, and these were his supporters, his responders to his orders in the Senate. They were all nobles from the trading circles centered on Athens, and they had retained their aristocratic status and glitz for generations by benefiting from the trade.

It is said that cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents, and even the two thousand and one hundred pounds of gold a month are difficult for everyone to put together, so that Theodosius has to take a risk to test Attila's tone.

However, when Attila waved his way straight to the direction, it was precisely when the nobles were at their quietest, but they put great effort into strengthening the city defenses of Constantinople, and even Theodosius did not expect that they would be able to rebuild the Golden Gate that had collapsed due to the earthquake and even expand the city wall by three stories in less than half a year.

Introduce their exploits one by one, needless to say, just point to the direction of the Golden Gate to know the approximately, they are Theodosius's money bags, even if Theodosius is the Augustus of the Roman partition empire in the east, no matter what, he can't get along with money.