"But ......"

"Nothing!"

Just as Antony was about to say something, Aetius rudely interrupted him, which shows that Aetius did not intend to give Antony a chance to play. It's impossible for him to get rid of me casually through quibbles.

Anthony's face turned purple with anger, presumably because the bunch of words he had just thought of were choked back at this time, which made the whole person feel bad. He clung to the armrest of the chair, and his fingers turned white when he pressed it to the board, but he still had no change in his face, and sat in his seat, smiling, as if nothing had happened.

"Perhaps, Aurius. Luga be damned! But not now! ”

Aetius said bluntly, more like a warning to Antony and the others, only to see him slowly return to his seat with a tight shoulder. Waving his hand behind him, the two soldiers understood and ran up quickly, freeing me from the bed that bound me.

When my feet landed, my legs immediately went limp, but fortunately, with the support of those two soldiers, I didn't fall to the ground and couldn't get up. It's not that I'm deliberately putting on a show, it's that I'm weakened due to excessive blood loss.

"Help me down, and tell the barracks to get some herbs, after all, it's a centurion!"

Aetius waved his hand at the soldier, and my two soldiers to my left and right nodded in agreement, and just as they were about to carry me down, Antony couldn't help it!

"Wait a minute!"

Anthony jumped straight out of his chair and stopped the two soldiers. He looked at Aetius again, his serious expression was particularly serious, and he said to Aetius: "Your Excellency, Guy's whereabouts are still unknown!" ”

"Anthony, so you're going to ask a seriously wounded centurion about that?" Aetius asked rhetorically.

"I don't care about that, you know, Lord Aetius." Antony was now standing in front of Aetius, he didn't care about the disparity in their status, and faced Aetius directly, without the intention of backing down.

"How?"

Aetius looked at him with curiosity in his eyes, curiosity and wariness, and his eyes met Antony's like an eagle. The voice was suppressed and made people feel murderous: "Are you trying to go against my will? ”

"Your Excellency."

Anthony's equally low voice said slowly, "The matter of Chief Centurion Guy can't just pass so casually!" At least, Aurius. Luga, can't run away! ”

"Gnaeus. Fore for Us. Anthony! Aetius called him by his full name, and he stared at Anthony fiercely, almost nose to nose, as if the words were squeezed out of between his teeth. Don't forget, I'm the commander of this legion! And for the punishment of the centurion of this legion, it is only me! Flavis. Aetius decides! These few short sentences make people feel full of momentum, worthy of being the marshal of the empire.

"Lord Aetius, I think you know the price of such a blatant disobedience!" Anthony seemed to be a different person, the original awe of Aetius disappeared in an instant, and now Antony, he now looks like an equal or even superior to Aetius.

"I warn you, Aetius!" Antony, who had lost patience, had long since thrown his honorific title of "Your Excellency" out of the clouds, and he pointed at Aetius's nose without fear, which made my eyes widen in surprise at this moment, really, I can't even imagine why Antony had such great courage.

Aetius stared at Antony intently, without saying a word, and the whole picture seemed to be imprisoned, and everyone remained motionless. Levi, the captain of the guard under Aetius, and the guards behind him, their right hands pressed against the hilt of their swords, he was patient, probably not receiving orders from Marshal Aetius, or rather, Antony had not yet touched his bottom line. Like Levi, Antony's five knights were also keeping an eye on Aetius, although he was the captain of the legion, but in this regard, the five old guys had already made their own choices.

"You'd better not get along with me, you know!"

"Yes, I know, isn't it the Senate." Aetius looked at Antony with a smirk, presumably in response to him.

"Anthony!" Father Garba, who had been silent for a long time, finally refused to be silent, and he stopped Anthony until Anthony turned to look at him. These Christian gods, mediation is what they do best besides reading the Bible.

"Stop, stop, quarrels and rivalries are the biggest enemies we face now!"

He was a good conciliator, he stretched out his right hand, and held the golden cross in his left hand, and Chad really looked like the Twelve Apostles. It's no wonder, after all, that he has been a clergyman for decades, and from the perspective of the future, this is a veritable high-level intellectual.

Now that the priest has spoken, it seems that the scene of the quarrel that is still unrelenting and that the tension is about to be rattled is slightly eased, but it is that both sides take a step back from each other.

"Lord Aetius!" Father Garba turned his face to Aetius and said unhurriedly: "Chief centurion Guy, this child is the adopted son of the Pope, and he was originally serving and training in the Fourteenth Twin Legion, but this time there are no people, at least let me know how to explain to the Pope!" ”

"Then tell your Pope that Guy was killed by his own stupidity, and that it has nothing to do with anyone!"

Aetius's words made Father Garba speechless, and a priest had no way to get angry, but sat in his seat and shook his head and sighed.

"You know that you are not only ignoring the Papal Church, but also the Senate! Aetius, Pavilion, Down! "Antony deliberately emphasized the word Your Excellency, as if to demonstrate against Aetius, trying to use the church and the Senate to put pressure on Aetius.

"I have three legions in my hands!"

Aetius held his head high and pointed his nostrils towards Antony with great disrespect, looking like a philistine. It's like a gentleman's Anthony fighting back. Just listen to him continue: "If you can get the old guys behind you to get out of their damn seats and form a legion, I think I'll be able to fight you!" ”

The taunt, the naked mockery, the almost scoundrel look, made Antony speechless, he had no bargaining chips in his hand, and he had no right to continue to negotiate conditions with Aetius. So he was the only one who ate the bitter fruit, and he had to glare at Aetius, and then led the five knights behind him out of the tent.

"Those who have power have reason!"

As I watched Anthony disappear outside the tent, I muttered to myself that I had realized this truth.