Well, now everything seems to have cleared the clouds, and the truth has been revealed. Luga, who knew the answer, was not at all happy, on the contrary, he panicked, thinking that he was in control of everything, but the reality gave him a basin of cold water, which made him feel cold.

"What's the matter, Luga, why are you asking about this?" Arya saw the faint uneasiness on Luga's face, and even curious, and asked Luga what was going on.

"No, it's nothing, Mom, it's none of your business." Luga shook her hand again and again, telling Arya about it and hoping she wouldn't get involved.

Arya was a sensible person no matter what she said, and she realized that Luga didn't want her to understand too much herself. She simply didn't ask, so as not to upset Luga.

Luga forced a smile at Arya's hospitality, but he was worried inside, and after hastily eating chicken and champagne, Luga was impatient to go on his way.

If this edict is fake, then who is most likely to create such false information?

"Mom, I have a question for you." Luga hesitated for a moment, and finally asked, "I need to give an order to the local government recently, so I need an aide who gives the order, preferably my father's cronies." ”

"Oh yes, yes, you do." Arya nodded and bowed her head in contemplation, "Originally from Athens, Olivisius was the bearer of your father's edict, and after your father died, he returned to his hometown, and I don't know if he will serve you. ”

"I don't care about that, I just want to confirm something with him, and soon the truth will be revealed!" Luga said, he couldn't wait, he couldn't wait to leave for Athens right now to find the guy and ask him about it.

Naturally, Luga, who had made up his mind, did not have time to wait, so he hurriedly said goodbye to Arya, went back to pack up briefly, and led the guards out of Constantinople towards Athens in the south.

Olivesius probably never imagined that such an uninvited guest would come to his home.

As soon as he returned home, he saw his wife rushing towards him, and before he could scream in fright, his wife covered his mouth and pushed him out of the door. He refused to let go until he reached a deserted place at the door, much to Olivisius's confusion.

"Oh, what's the matter, such a reckless, you crazy! It really scared me out just now! Olivisius grumbled, pushing his wife away.

"Oh my God, what the hell have you done, you know what, you're in trouble!" Olivisius' wife looked nervous at Olivisius and whispered, "Do you know who's coming?" ”

"Who?"

Seeing his wife so nervous, Olivesius's own heart also chuckled, and he privately pondered that he usually didn't go out to gamble, nor did he owe undue foreign debts, and then again, did he inadvertently offend someone? That can be scolded in front of the public for his uneducated speech, and he will not come to visit and sit at home.

"Lord Olivesius, so you're here!"

While Olivisius was thinking hard, a greeting made his whole person suddenly return to reality, and when he looked up, he saw a yellow-haired boy looking at him with a smile on his face.

"You're a guest to me?" Olivisius asked, pointing at the man, puzzled.

"No, not only that, but there's another waiting inside, he's been waiting for you here for a long time, come with me, Lord Olivisius."

After seeing this, the key was still in his own home, and Olivisius thought about going in or going in, but as soon as he took a step, his wife grabbed him behind him.

"Don't worry, mother-in-law, I'll be fine." Although he said comforting words, the key was that Olivesius himself had no bottom in his heart, so he simply surrendered his life to God and took a deep breath and entered the house.

When he got to the courtyard, Olivisius realized why his wife was so nervous, because there were heavily armed Praetorian Guards standing neatly here, and they didn't have the slightest intention of hiding their identity.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Olivisius couldn't help comforting his wife, but he was sweating like rain. I thought to myself: It turned out to be someone from the Purple Room, could it be said that the palace coup d'état affected me?

Finally, I wanted to say goodbye to my hometown and stay away, but what should come will always come, and I can't hide.

At last he came to the door that he knew so well, that Olivisius was so frightened that he could not even lift his feet, and finally entered the room, and when the light was dim, he saw only a man sitting with his back to him surrounded by the guards.

"Your Excellency, is there anything you need me to help with?" Olivisius asked, stretching his neck, nervous.

"Oh, of course, Lord Olivisius." The man chuckled and turned around, and Olivisius took a deep breath, his eyes wide in disbelief.

"You, as if I've seen you somewhere!" Olivisius pointed at Luga, bowed his head and pondered for a moment, then replied: "You are the adopted son of Augustus, no, the adopted son of the previous Augustus, and then, then!" ”

Thinking of this, a sudden flash of inspiration made Olivisius hurriedly kneel down on one knee at Luga, and he trembled while explaining: "Caesar, I didn't expect it to be you!" ”

"No formality, Lord Olivisius." Luga hurriedly got up, helped Olivisius up, handed him a parchment letter, and said, "I have come this time to ask Your Excellency, do you know what this letter is about?" ”

Olivisius trembled and reached out to take the letter, then read it carefully.

"Is this Theodosius' testament?" Olivisius looked at the letter in his hand in amazement, and said to Luga: "The predecessor Augustus died violently, and he did not leave any legacy during his lifetime. ”

"That's the problem, Lord Olivisius. I just want to know who can deceive the world with such letters, and who can deceive me as well. Every time I think about it, I toss and turn, I can't be at peace, I always feel like a hand around my neck is stuck in my neck and I can barely breathe, so I have to find the owner of this hand. ”

"Caesar wants to know through me who else has the ability to forge the edict?"

Olivisius frowned, his rough two fingers continued to scrub the surface of the parchment, and said with a solemn face: "No, Caesar, this paper is not like the parchment used in our court, we use the small sheepskin of Asia, how does this paper make me feel that it is from the Apennines." ”

"Italy..."Luga was even more puzzled, could it be that the mastermind behind the scenes came from Western Rome, probably from the Naples region or the city of Rome.

"Who the hell is it? Who the hell is it? ”

Luga scratched his head and couldn't figure out what the problem was.