Under the sun, the royal palace of Constantinople was stained with glazed windows, and the entire royal hall was dazzling. A variety of colors adorn the court, revealing everywhere the magnificent Theodosius II sits in it, holding a scepter in his right hand, a golden cross inlaid with a dozen broken gems in his left hand, wearing a purple robe sewn with various strange patterns of gold wire, and wearing a gold laurel wreath, a gorgeous outfit that can only be worn on major holidays, but today is not a special holiday.

He sat on the throne that belonged to him, his face calm, and even the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he was listening to the courtiers standing below holding a huge piece of parchment and reading carefully:

"The army of the demon Attila stopped at the Hot Springs, and they suffered heavy losses, and the corpses piled up to block the pass and even created a new land on the surface of the sea. Baseles, Attila has fled with the remnant of his iniquity! ”

"Who stopped Attila in Thermopyla?" Theodosius asked, "This guy must be a warrior, otherwise he would not be in danger in the face of such a huge Hunnian?" ”

"It's your adopted son, Flavies. Luga! The courtier said unhurriedly.

Theodosius's expression flashed a hint of surprise, but soon, he regained his composure, his face was full of smiles, and he looked proud, if he didn't want to maintain his majesty as Baseleus in front of the courtiers in front of him, he would probably jump up and cheer loudly in the next second, regardless of the obstacles of the purple robe on his body, but fortunately, he restrained himself and did not embarrass himself or the courtiers in front of him.

"That's what I thought, oh my God, he really, really surprised me, I thought he was going to leave here far after Thessaloniki and leave me alone to suffer such a pain, but he didn't abandon me! Haha, worthy of my adopted son chosen by Theodosius, the pillar of Rome, the armor of the Purple Chamber! ”

While Theodosius was full of praise for Luga, the courtiers in the audience did not seem so happy, and as a response, he smiled awkwardly with Theodosius. As Theodosius' laughter gradually fell, he took out a new box and added: "Dear Baseles, I now understand that you are indeed happy, but there are some problems that you have to deal with yourself!" ”

"Need me to take care of it myself?" Theodosius II pointed at the puzzled look on his face, and after a moment he smiled and said, "It seems that this must be of great significance, but I hope it is also a good thing." ”

"I'm afraid it won't be as you wish, Basellus." The courtier respectfully approached Theodosius II with the box in his hand, and Theodosius took the box and muttered, "What the hell is this?" Then open it. Inside were more than a dozen neatly packed parchment letters, which Theodosius opened and read carefully, but the contents made his smile freeze instantly.

"'Twenty thousand pounds of gold! And 60,000 troops! Theodosius II lost his smile, his expression began to be solemn, this is the letter of protest of the nobles, which denounces Luga with every word of condemnation, as well as a detailed list, and the next dozen letters are all lists of various nobles of Athens and how much money has been robbed.

"This is really a bandit!" Seeing this receipt, Theodosius couldn't help but gasp, he didn't dare to imagine his proud son, Flavis. What exactly Luga did in Athens he couldn't even think about now.

"Where is he now?" Theodosius asked.

"What? Who? ”

"Flavies. Luga, my son. ”

He had already led his army to retake the province of Macedonia and push the line back to Thrace. Recently, I heard that he was planning to launch an offensive in the spring to recapture Dacia in one fell swoop. ”

"And what about the Huns, what did Attila do?"

"Attila kept backing off, not intending to fight us again."

"I mean the gold that needs to be tributed!" Theodosius raised the golden scepter in his right hand and slammed it on the ground, making a "dangdang" sound. "What does Attila think, does he want to keep asking or does he have a new offer?"

"No, no." The courtier did not seem to be prepared for this, and he pretended to rummage through the few parchments he had, showing himself to his Barcellus that he was busy.

"Enough, enough! I know you don't. Theodosius waved his hand at the courtier, which was not difficult for him, after all, as a purple chamber and the orthodoxy of Rome, it was natural that there was a strict system in the division of labor, and each courtier and bureaucrat performed their own duties, and the whole system was orderly. This is a rule established two or three hundred years ago, and it is also the most efficient administrative method at present, and even Augustus himself has no power or ability to tamper with it.

"That's enough, call the diplomat, and also, go to the Thracian line to find Luga, and tell him that I want to see him in the shortest possible time."

"Yes, honorable Basellus."

"Luga, my son!" Theodosius II kept grinding the cross in his hand and fell into deep thought, this is a huge basket, a full 20,000 pounds of gold, even as Augustus Theodosius II, he could not take it.

"Twenty thousand pounds of gold, Luga, what do you think?" Theodosius asked himself, and he pondered his head, trying by all means to figure out how Luga had managed to get so much.

Now it's not about thinking about these useless questions, the most important thing is to think carefully about what to do after calling Luga, he has so much, there must be a surplus, take back all the rest, and then sell it to a face, so that the first thing is to deal with these angry nobles.

"I've got to talk to this little bastard!" Theodosius II stood firm, nodded heavily, and instead leaned back on his seat lazily admiring the purple robe and the golden scepter in his hand. Yes, there was a slight look of greed on his face, at least for now, he had secured his throne.

Three days later. North of the Utus River, a large army from the Peloponnese was encamped, and Luga's will required them to build a defensive line here and to monitor the movements of the Huns entrenched in Dacia.

"Luga, this is Theodosius' letter, oh my God, after all this time, this father who loves you can be regarded as remembering that there is a son outside the city walls who is wiping his ass!" Andrew brought a messenger, and the messenger came to Luga with the richly framed letter and handed it to Luga, and Andrew watched the whole process, and there was obvious irony in his words.

"Oh, Andrew, don't say that, beware of letting Augustus know, you've committed a great crime."

"Ha, if Attila had been able to show up while he was here, I'm afraid he wouldn't have needed us." Andrew was still angry, but fortunately, Luga raised his head and gave him a look that made Andrew immediately understand. He glanced at the messenger beside him unconvinced, shrugged his shoulders, and turned away.

"Looks like Basellus can't wait to ask me for an explanation." Luga looked at the contents of the letter, shook his head helplessly, and then said to the messenger, "Go back, tell my father, I will arrive as soon as possible." ”