"Hey, sir, what the hell are they from, they look like they're about the same age as us, but why do they have the recommendation of Augustus of the Western Empire?" Looking at the back of Lujia and his party in the distance, a soldier did not understand, or he was not convinced, and the comparison dwarfed made his heart more and more tormented.

"They are destined to be people with a bright future." The two fingertips of the old officer's left hand kept rubbing, as if he still had a slight feeling for the royal parchment. Looking at the backs of Luga and his party as they disappeared behind the Europa Gates west of Constantinople, he replied slowly. The old man's gaze was deep, and then he looked far east, on the desert plains of Asia Minor and east across the strait, where some of the equally mighty empires stood, polishing their fangs and claws, and eyeing the lands of the Eastern Empire!

Bidding farewell to the hospitable guards, Luga and Andrew finally entered Constantinople.

The grey slate pavement, the smelly drainways, the crowded houses, the slender streets, the pedestrians, the vendors at the venue, the soldiers patrolling back and forth, and even the girls soliciting in the streets, all of this is full of Roman style. There were new faces everywhere, new tricks everywhere, and the vibrant Constantinople dazzled Luga. In addition, if you are not familiar with the place, you will naturally get lost on this road. When I turned around, I found that I came to a central store with staggered roads, and for a while I couldn't even tell the way I came.

Pedestrians on the road came and went, most of them civilians, and they were dressed fairly well. Because they are located in the east, they have black hair, black eyes, and large beards that echo the characteristics of Central Asia, and the streets are full of people, but the blonde and blue-eyed people are rare. No, no, no, that's not the point, the point is how to get around the palace!

"Damn it!" Luga clenched his fists and swung fiercely at the air in front of him, thinking that if he had a superpower, it would be good to make a path, now all he needs is a guide, a guide, a guide! Luga stared at the pedestrians coming and going on both sides, and was about to reach out to stop a passer-by to ask, but he was stunned, because he thought of the reminder before going on the road: When you arrive in Constantinople, don't talk to any passers-by.

"Damn, what the hell is this rule!" The outstretched hand froze in mid-air, still hanging down as weakly as a deflated skin. Lu Jia is a conservative person in the end, since it is a reminder, even if he does not reveal the reason at all, then there is naturally a reason for him. may be accustomed to watching all kinds of characters on TV because they don't follow the rules and go their own way, and in the end, they will be injured and ruined, and at worst, they will die with a whimper. Lu Jia himself knew his current status and responsibilities, so he didn't dare to do nonsense.

Looking up, I saw the royal palace in the middle of the city, which stood out from afar.

Andrew became more and more angry, and simply complained on the street: "This eighty percent is deliberately given to us by the emperor Lao'er, who would have thought that we would be treated well here, who knows that we are completely treated as civilians, I am really not afraid......"

"That's enough, Andrew, be careful if you have ears around!"

Andrew is still a quick temper in the end, but he thinks about it, after all, he is holding a letter of recommendation from Caesar of the Western Empire, and even an envoy needs someone to receive him.

"What! I'm a guest of the Western Empire, and I haven't seen even a guide for a long time after I've come here. "Luga, who was deeply disappointed in the hospitality of the Eastern Empire, could only take Andrew and a few entourage guards to face the royal palace, and didn't care where the road would eventually lead, just need to know that the current passage is indeed going in the direction of the royal palace, yes, who cares if it changes lanes!

"Caesar, they've arrived!"

A well-dressed waiter, standing on the top floor of the Royal Palace, a sky garden filled with all kinds of plants, Roman stone columns and various finely crafted statues, which was supposed to be suitable for a quiet environment, was spoiled by the sound of chains mopping the floor. It turned out to be the slaves who tended the garden, all of them slave women, poorly dressed, out of place with the beautiful garden, they were young, all of them were young girls, and they came from the Western Empire, there were Germans, and there were Burgundians. (There were tens of thousands of Burgundian surrendered at the Battle of Worms, and Aetius naturally did not ignore the huge interests behind these tens of thousands, of course, a considerable number of them were sold into slavery, and the already saturated slave market suffered a huge shock, and the slave traders had to sell the slaves farther and farther for business.) They were slaves of Augustus.

He was confronted with a back, a middle-aged man in a purple robe, who looked a little older and busy. The middle-aged man was tending to a pot of unnamed flowers, obviously he was old, not to mention that he had reigned for thirty years, Theodosius II, he was naturally tired of politics and began to be intoxicated with the empty pile of flowers and plants. The waiter deliberately kept his distance from him, probably afraid of the two warriors with strong swords beside the old man, and he bowed his head respectfully.

"Oh?" Theodosius II stopped what he was doing, and when he turned around, the guards immediately brought him a silver platter, on which was nothing but a glass of wine carved in silver and a finely woven cloth. The glass was filled with wine diluted in strict proportions, and Theodosius II laid down the small sharp dagger, which was used for pruning flowers and plants, and although it was overkill, the value of the dagger rose exponentially after passing through Augustus's hand. Even if it was expensive, it was nothing more than a knife for cultivating flowers and plants for Theodosius II, and it was nothing special.

He picked up the cloth very casually, wiped his hands very carefully, and then casually threw the cloth onto the silver platter, and then gracefully picked up the wine glass, first to the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently, and then pressed the rim of the cup against his lower lip, which was slightly sunk into the rosy juice. That is, he took a sip, and the process was only a few seconds, but the aristocratic temperament revealed by his every move impressed the waiter. It is a temperament that has been cultivated over the years and exudes from the inside out, and it is also something that only members of the royal family and famous families can have.

"My nephew, whom I've never met, recommended me two guards who he said he could rely on." Theodosius took the wine glass, leaned against the marble fence, his black eyes as mysterious as his grandfather's, and began to think, silently wondering in his heart what kind of person his nephew had never met. "The Western Empire is suffering from an unprecedented barbarian invasion, and it is the time to hire people, but he still has to recommend people here, it seems that his command is full of talents."

"Then Your Majesty!" The guard in black scale armor beside him spoke, since he was able to speak, then this person was definitely not simple, at least he had a certain status in front of the emperor. I only heard him continue: "Since Augustus of the Western Empire can recommend people to come, there must be a reason for him. ”

"Reason? Scold! Theodosius II sneered, he put the wine glass in front of his nose and sniffed it, and said, "What can a child of eighteen years old have in mind?" ”

"Otherwise, send back a letter and let those people take it back, I see that group has been exploring the city for a long time."

"Then let them find it again!" Theodosius II drank the wine from his glass, put the empty glass back into the silver platter, and looked back as if the whole city was at his feet.

"If they can't even find my house, then who qualifies them to be my personal guards?"