"But, Roman General." Just as Luga nodded, the Celtic suddenly said: "Before we join forces, as allies, shouldn't we plan the distribution of benefits after the war?" ”

"Huh? What the? The messenger's words puzzled Luga, this eight words have not yet been skimmed, and now they have to bargain? Besides, the enemy in front of him has not been eliminated, and the discussion has already begun on how to distribute the spoils after they are defeated? Luga hurriedly thought in his heart, it seems that the Celtic envoys did not come here mainly to ask Luga to send troops, but to discuss what benefits they could get after the war.

"Well, I see." Luga stretched out his hand and stroked his forehead, rubbing it constantly, because Augusta's letter to him did not mention anything about what benefits their covenant could give to the Celts, could it be that they had made a certain agreement in private?

Augusta didn't say it, but it didn't mean that this thing didn't exist, they must have planned something in private, and the anxious Celts didn't seem to care so much, and came directly just to be able to see what the Romans had prepared for them.

"Oh maybe, um, I mean, it's your King Chad with our Augusta Gala. The Pact between Platsia, of course, I don't know what your pact is, but I hope that Your Excellency will reveal a little bit of information to me, so that I may understand, after all, what Your Excellency says is what it is, and if it does not correspond to Augusta's will, then I will not be in trouble? ”

"Of course." The Celtic envoy hesitated for a moment, looking at Luja's sincere appearance, and did not look like someone who knew the specific situation.

"Okay, okay! I don't know what kind of tricks you have played," the messenger shook his head, and continued, "after all, you have many undeserved tricks, and you have tried to rebel, so our great King Chad has sent me to inquire about you, and to see what you think of it." ”

As he spoke, the Celtic envoy took out a piece of parchment from his clothes, a Roman craft that Luga was familiar with. I saw that the Celtic envoy opened the parchment and spread it out towards Luga, it seemed that he did not intend to give this parchment to Luga, I was afraid that Luga, who could not believe it, thought of some kind of ghost idea and did not admit it, which would be a bad thing.

"Okay, okay!"

Luga sighed, he understood what the Celtic messenger meant, so he got up and came within reach of the parchment. The Celtic envoy was particularly cautious, and seemed to be deliberately trying to keep a fixed distance from Luga.

Luga struggled to read it, and gradually, all the confusion made Lugar suddenly pause.

"Ten years of taxes in Lower Britannia were all paid to the Celts, including grain." As Luga read word by word, he saw that the faces of the officers in the camp had turned blue.

"That is, all the taxes of the entire province of Lower Britannia will be paid to you Celts." Luga said, his face looking extremely gloomy. "This is the equivalent of ten years of control of Lower Britannia."

"Think so, too, Romans." The Celtic envoy nodded and said to Luga, "Don't think of any tricks, Romans, that's what you Augusta mean, if you have any small gestures or even cunning ideas, it will be enough to disgrace your Augusta." ”

"Yes, yes!" Luga couldn't help but nod his head in acquiescence to the almost rude demands made by the Celts, after all, the name of Augusta was written on this paper, and the pattern on their paper was specially used by the Purple Room. This is definitely a contract signed by the Purple Room, and everyone present, even Lu Jia, has no right to refute it, so he can only nod his head, although such a move is very sad, but there is nothing to be done.

"Very good." The Celtic messenger nodded and said, "Then our cooperation can go further, then may we achieve a final victory, Roman general." "This Celtic envoy was very arrogant, and did not introduce himself to Luga or ask about Luga's life throughout the whole article, but simply replaced it with a Roman general.

"Then, according to the rules of the Romans, sign it."

The Celtic messenger placed the parchment on the table, and he pointed to the reed pipe on Luga's desk and said, "The words spoken are like dirty smoke, which are dispersed when the wind blows, but the words signed on the paper are like standing pillars, which can be used for many years if they are kept properly." ”

"Enough! That's enough! ”

Luga waved his hand at the Celtic envoy and motioned for him to stop talking, and then Luga continued: "All of your conditions reveal the characteristics of mercenaries, and I don't know when you have become mercenary-like appearances. ”

"Sorry, Romans." The Celtic emissary shrugged his shoulders and said to Luga, "Our battle costs are very high, because we are not free forces, and besides, we are not an iron-blooded alliance, and our alliance is maintained by money. Of course, the main problem is that your Augusta simply can't afford that much gold, and if she takes the initiative to pay for it, I'm afraid she will not be able to maintain the luxurious life that you Romans are proud of. ”

"Okay, okay!" Luga sighed, it turned out that Augusta had to do it as a last resort in order to hire the Celts, of course, after all, it was Augusta, then he had the final right to interpret this covenant, and Luga must have disobeyed, Luga then said: "We will reach a consensus with you according to Augusta's will, of course, as for the conditions reached by both of you, as a subordinate of the Purple Room, we respect Augusta's choice." ”

"Well, I hope you will faithfully fulfill this promise, Romans." The Celtic envoy smiled and bowed slightly to Lugar in a gesture of salute.

He didn't linger, it seemed that he had more important things to deal with, looking at the back of the Celtic envoy and his random guards, Luga somehow felt a sigh of anger in his heart, but there was no way to vent it.

"Why, how can this be, what is this?" After the Celtic envoy left, Andrew was the first to lose his breath, reaching out and slapping the table next to him as a way to vent his anger. "Why, how could it be, how could it be agreed to such a condition to the Celts, which means that the real masters of the province of Lower Britannia are not us but their Celts, so what is this? Is this still Roman territory? ”

"But that's what Augusta meant." The commander of a field regiment retorted.

Unexpectedly, the commander of the field regiment would dare to refute him here, Andrew felt that he was offended, so he glared angrily at the commander of the field regiment who dared to stand up and refute him, and he couldn't help but tremble with the hilt of the sword in his hand.

"Calm down, Andrew." Seeing that the atmosphere was wrong, Luga hurriedly stepped forward to mediate: "Augusta means Augustus means, in this case, we naturally have nothing to refute. ”

"But, Luga, are we the whole of Britannia we take?"

"You don't care if it's incomplete." Luga continued, "At least the Purple Room doesn't care, they seem to have lost their patience and desperately want us to go back. ”