The Golden Horn at the mouth of the sea outside Constantinople, which was the port of Constantinople, was blessed with geographical conditions that allowed the ancestors of Augustus to take a look at it and use it as another capital of Rome.

But the exuberance and exuberance did not succeed in hiding the panic and tension that they tried so hard to hide. On the streets, even if there are crowds of people and pedestrians coming and going, they can't hear laughter.

The strange atmosphere was like an invisible virus, which spared all of Constantinople, from the noble courtiers to the slaves of the burghers.

They frowned, and went to great lengths to buy food in the markets, and even the ships that said they were going to Asia Minor were fully booked, but the docks were still crowded with burghers and nobles with heavy luggage.

The news of Dirachium was like a thunderclap in the sky, even if it was just a moment of lightning, but the rumbling that followed made everyone's hearts tremble.

The streets were full of heavily armed soldiers, patrolling back and forth with weapons in hand, looking at the citizens who passed by them, and their eyes were wary and suspicious.

They are no longer acting as guardians, it should be said that the watchers and guardians complement each other. They were protective and hostile, which was a very contradictory situation, but under the orders of Augustus, it all seemed so commonplace.

Marcian was worried that there was Flavis in the crowd. Luga's supporters, he did not want to see a repeat of the events in Dilachium, and if Constantinople fell, he really had nothing to retreat from.

In the morning, the garrison of Constantinople captured dozens of people who openly discussed Flavies in the major squares. Luga's instigators of the legitimacy of the succession to Augustus, whether talking about Flavis. Luga was taken away even from the sidelines and listened, and there were hundreds of carriages carrying the so-called traitors in the streets.

Angry citizens protested against the new Augustus's unkind decision, only to be rewarded with a hard shield and a heavy club.

Now that Constantinople is in turmoil, no one knows whether the garrisons are defending Constantinople or the new Augustus.

But what is now clear is that the legions of the Western Roman crusade are getting closer and closer, and no one is unaware that war is imminent and a new order is about to be born. It's just Flavis getting closer and closer. Luga, or Marcian cowering in the city, everything is in doubt, waiting for time to find out the truth.

The docks were crowded with commoners who wanted to flee to Asia Minor, and the nobles had already loaded their ships with treasure and left, leaving them to count their days against Flavis. Luga's army arrived.

Soon, however, a large number of soldiers appeared on the docks, and they rushed in with spears in hand, and they violently pushed back the citizens gathered on the docks, making way for an extremely open road.

When everything was ready, only a trumpet was heard in the distance, and the chains of the outer golden horn were slowly lowered, and both the fishing boats of the commoners and the big boats of the nobles made way for them.

The plebeians were willing to give up, and they were still asserting their rights as Roman citizens, but how could the soldiers who had declared their allegiance to Marcian obey their declaration of so-called rights.

It wasn't long before the townspeople and the soldiers were arguing at their most intense when they were interrupted by the sound of a horn coming from a distance. Everyone looked back and saw a huge warship appear on the outside of the Golden Horn, and one after another the warship slowly entered the harbor, which seemed to be like a huge tranquilizer that cooled the noisy hearts of both soldiers and citizens standing on the dock.

It was as if their souls had been drained of their souls, or they were stunned, wondering what it meant to have so many warships at this time.

I saw the huge warship slowly approaching the shore with countless small boats, and the small boats were crowded with soldiers, who hurriedly jumped into the water and rushed ashore when they approached the shore, and the soldiers who assisted the shore to maintain order docked the escorted warships.

At this time, a magnificent carriage appeared on the main road of the docks, escorted by the cavalry of the Janissaries, and it was clear that "Augustus" had arrived.

The townspeople hurriedly stepped aside and stood with their heads bowed, quietly watching the car of "Augustus" pass in front of them.

Marcian was still as elegant as ever, and his aristocratic education made him always so handy on such occasions, whether he stepped out of the car or stood with his hands down. There is always the illusion that he is Augustus in the true sense of the word, even if he did not justify his ascension to the throne.

At this time, the staircase of the warship was laid under the busyness of the sailors, and only a man was seen wearing a purple cloak, a silver cuirass, and a purple cloth bag around him, and he wore a golden crown.

"Welcome, Hermanus, loyal Admiral of the Empire!"

Watching Hermanus slowly descend the steps, Marcian opened his hands and shouted to Hermanus and planned to hug him, like an old friend who had not seen him for many years.

"Of course, Lord Marcian!" Hermanus smiled, wrinkles on his face on the verge of clumping, and he embraced Marcian warmly, greeting him to his face to show intimacy.

"I'm very sorry, Lord Marcian." Hermanus still understood the controversial nature of Marcian's status at this time, so he deliberately used the title of equal rather than the respected Augustus or Caesar. "I've always been so busy that I can't get back to Constantinople in the first place to see Augustus ascend when I know of such a bad time. I'm afraid I'll never be able to forgive myself for such a dereliction of duty. ”

As he spoke, Hermanus burst into tears, and soon wept silently, which moved everyone else on the side.

"Yes, yes, please mourn, Your Excellency Hermanus, after all, Your Excellency and Theodosius are not only kings and ministers, but also close friends for many years, and Theodosius has always held a very high trust in Your Excellency."

Marcian held Hermanus's hands tightly, comforting Hermanus like an old friend, how could such an intimate relationship not make others wonder: could this be the helper that Marcian specially hired to deal with Luga.

"But now is not the time to mourn, Lord Hermanus." As soon as Marcian's voice fell, he immediately changed his tone and immediately got down to business. "Now, the former adopted son of Theodosius, the captain of the soldiers of Western Rome, Flavis. Luga once considered himself the rightful heir, so he openly instigated the rebellion of the Thracian field army, which was now getting closer and closer to Constantinople by Luga, and you cannot ignore this matter. ”

"I know, I know, Lord Marcian." Hermanus also quickly restrained his bitterness, his face was solemn, and he nodded again and again.