In response to Theris's unbearable questioning, Aetius's eyes were deep, and the smile on his face gradually retracted.

"I expected you to be tempted to ask questions."

He looked at the Roman walls full of soldiers, and turned his head to his right, where five paces away stood a slave, holding a heavy soldier's scepter.

Aetius raised his hand and motioned for the slave to bring the scepter, but the slave dared not comply, and hurriedly ran up with the scepter in his hand, and handed it to Aetius with both hands in his hands.

"Theris, you also understand the role of this thing in my hand." Aetius held the soldier's scepter in one hand, his thumb polishing the polished golden scepter. His eyes were fixed on the scepter, and he looked at the scepter over and over again.

"It's worth a lot of money, and there's another value that it alludes to is unparalleled." Every time Aetius saw this scepter, it was as if it had a breathtaking magic, and even the most determined creature in the world would be in a trance when he saw it.

"What a beautiful and dangerous thing!"

Aetius sighed, he sat upright on the gorgeous soft bed, holding the scepter, through the scepter, Aetius's eyes were all the shadow of the scepter, from this scepter he seemed to see and get everything he wanted to see.

But he quickly closed his eyes, as if he had a temperate mind in his greed, and this reminded him to stay awake at all times, not to allow this terrible thing to take over his heart, and then to do even more impulsive and terrible things.

"You know, Thyus." Aetius said slowly, "If I point the most ornate tip of this scepter, the sharpest blades of the Roman soldiers will follow." ”

Thereus couldn't understand why Aetius was saying such seemingly meaningless words, and his mind was now full of how to convince Aetius not to waste time, but he didn't know where to start such a topic.

"Combined with excellent command skills and adequate supplies, this scepter can destroy all the enemies that the staff bearer wants to destroy, and ultimately defeat everything." Aetius waved his scepter, gesturing it in his hand, and looking at him as he looked at it, it was meaningful.

"Thyris." Aetius said softly: "The person who can pick up and use this thing must have a hard heart, and more importantly, a sense of proportion, knowing that a moment of anger makes you lose your mind and make decisions, often after you have succeeded and become calm and sober, the consequences are beyond your bearing." It is even said that the power given to you by the scepter can only give you a momentary pleasure, but then it will drink your blood and consume your soul. ”

"So, my lord, are you hesitating?" Terus asked tentatively: "You are afraid of making a big mistake, so you are hesitating to do the so-called extreme things in your heart, and you are also making a choice, but you don't know which choice is more in line with the present and your heart?" ”

"No, you're wrong, Theris, very wrong!" Aetius shook his head at Thereus with a light smile, and then said, "I have made a choice, you see, I can't stop passing the time during this time, isn't that my choice?" ”

Is it a choice to pass the time? Thereus was puzzled, he didn't know what kind of medicine was in Aetius' gourd.

"I know your doubts, Theris." Aetius smiled, then picked up his glass, and gestured with his eyes that there was another silver cup on the small table next to Theris, who he wanted to drink with him.

Therius was terrible at this time, he looked at Aetius, then at the wine glass on the table, hesitated for a moment, and finally walked over and picked up the glass.

The slaves hurriedly came up to pour wine, and then Aetius smiled and raised his glass, and said to Theris: "Leisurely time is always fleeting, come, raise a glass, and salute this beautiful weather." ”

Clinking glasses with Aetius, Therius imitated Aetius and drank the wine from the glass.

It can only be said that wine is indeed a good thing, and after a glass of stomach, the anxiety and impatience in Fang Cai's heart have been calmed and alleviated. Perhaps Aetius drank a lot of alcohol for this moment of peace, but what was he waiting for? Terreus didn't quite understand.

In the royal palace of Rome, Valentinian sat alone at a large dining table, which was filled with food and wine. The maids stood aside, waiting for Valentinian to eat.

But Valentinian didn't seem to have an appetite, and he stared blankly at the oil lamp that was placed on the table for lighting. The brown pupils flickered with a pulsing firelight.

He had been on hunger strike for two whole days, and it was no small feat that hunger had made him look as if he were seriously ill.

"Stepping on ......"

A series of footsteps sounded, followed by the sound of the maid opening the door, and except for Valentinian, everyone else looked up to see Augusta Licchinia enter.

Her steps were light, she didn't make a sound when she walked, and her white robe made her look like an Olympian goddess who had fallen into the mortal world.

She walked to the other end of the table and stood across from Valentinian, her eyes fixed on the hunger striker Augustus. But Valentinian turned a blind eye to all this, as if all he could see was the beating fire.

Seeing that the Cold War was not a good way, Lickinia thought to herself that this was not a way, after all, Augustus was not equal to ordinary people, and if he had three longs and two shorts, it would not be a good thing for anyone present.

Licchia finally spoke, she hesitated for a moment and said, "No matter what, eat something, God will not take care of you if you are hungry." ”

"Patronage? Hehe! Valentinian sneered, raised his head and glared at Licinia, who was his wife, but in his eyes she was a woman more hateful than his mother. Say, Aetius, where is he now? ”

"I don't know!" Liekinia replied decisively, she did not back down in the slightest, and she never backed down.

"Ha, you don't know!" Valentinian raised his head and stared at Licchia with red eyes, "I'm afraid you don't plan to let me know about him leading an army to besiege Rome!" ”

In response to Valentinian's questioning, Lickinia only remained silent, she stared at Valentinian closely, even if she did not speak, her momentum did not fall behind at all. In the meantime, Liquinia did not forget to glare at the maids standing behind Valentinian, and the women hurriedly lowered their heads in fright.

"I'm surprised to see that you don't seem to take me as an Augustus at all!" Valentinian said, slowly standing up, glaring at Licina.

"Listen, you damn woman!" Valentinian pointed at Licinia and gritted his teeth, "What do you think you are qualified to show off in front of me?" I understood, everything understood, everything was seen clearly! You are nothing but a pathetic parasite, if it weren't for your father, you'd be nothing, and of course, now, your father is dead, and you're nothing! Remember the attitude you should have when you speak to me, you poor wretch! ”

What an insult, Lickinia gritted her teeth and watched in silence at Valentinian's gratuitous duty and insult.

"What a failure for a woman who won't even serve your husband!" Valentinian sarcastically and mockingly, turned and grabbed one of the maids, and before the maid had any chance to resist, she took her arms in her arms.

"Look at it, such a young girl!" Valentinian reached out and pinched the maid's ** in front of Licinia like a madman, and stuck out his tongue to lick her white and tender face flushed with nervousness.

The maid was terrified, and she stood there with wide eyes and let Valentinian do what he wanted.

Valentinian saw the complicated expression on Lickinia's face, which was more like torture, and his psychology of almost expressing himself was greatly satisfied.

He began to intensify his efforts, pulling open the maid's clothes, leaving the girl's carcass bare.

Valentinian pinched the maid's left **, greed and pride were written on his face, yes, he just wanted to see what kind of humiliated and tormented Licinia was. This cold, self-righteous woman.

Licinia watched Valentinian do evil, and as Augusta watched her husband rude to other women, what kind of torture was this, I am afraid that only Lickinia had the answer in her heart.

It's not enough, it's not enough!

Valentinian pushed the maid down, made her lie on the table in front of her, tore off the toga robe that she had covered, and did the love of men and women.

The screams of the maids filled the open room, and Valentinian's face was full of the pleasure of lust and the hideous horror of the perverted psychological satisfaction of torturing others.

A tear inadvertently crossed Riequinia's face, she gritted her teeth, reached out and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, raised her chin slightly and raised her head, trying not to let the tears rolling in her eye sockets flow.

"Look at it, you slut!" Valentinian worked harder and harder, not laughing at Liquinia unbridledly, "Listen to this voice, a woman of noble blood can't catch up with this cheap goods, ha, haha!" ”

Lickinia only felt that she was about to lose her breath, and her heart seemed to stop beating at that moment, especially the gaze of the others, and the meaningful gaze that the lowly maids threw at her was enough to suffocate her.

"Get out of here! Get out of here! Liekinia said to herself, she turned around mechanically like a puppeteer, listening to the shouts that tore at her ears, step by step, walking faster and faster.

Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes like beads with broken threads, and the blood flowing in her heart was more like a stormy wave, which washed away her dignity, which was as fragile as mud and sand, and shattered it to the ground.