"There is infighting among the Frankish tribes outside the country, and now the second son of the old king Riplia is asking you for help, my lord!"

In Aetius's tent, the herald's officer reported to him, and Aetius paced back and forth in the open space of the tent, clenching his teeth.

"As far as I know, the Frankish king Riplia had two sons, and the two sons fought for the throne, so what about Ripria's eldest son?"

The officer who gave the order shook his head, indicating that he did not know about the matter either.

"The two sides must fight to the death by doing this, and they must find a reliable backer." Aetius frowned and pondered, "Could it be that the eldest son of Lipulia found Flavis. Luga? ”

"It's impossible, sir." "Since his second son has gone south to us, and we are Rome, it is absolutely impossible for the eldest son to come to Rome at unimaginable risk to join the Roman generals," said Theres. ”

"In this way, the only way to go north is to rely on whom?" Aetius looked down in thought.

But at that moment another junior officer entered, holding a somewhat old parchment, and respectfully handed it to Aetius.

"What is this?" Ettius took the parchment suspiciously.

"My lord, it was given to you by Attila, and it took a lot of time to get there."

"Attila—" Aetius whispered Attila's name, and as he looked at the parchment in his hand, he could see that it must be something very important.

Aetius eagerly opened the parchment, and when he saw the crooked handwriting on it, he could conclude that Attila was surrounded by some well-read Romans.

There wasn't much writing on the parchment, but it made Aetius stand still and look at it for a long, long time.

"This is clearly threatening me!" Finally, Aetius spoke angrily, tearing and smashing the parchment that had come from the wilderness north of the Rhine to Macedonia in Great Greece.

"I'm not afraid of him, not at all!" Aetius roared loudly and wrenched the parchment into a ball and slammed it to the ground.

The generals sitting on the side were frightened, and they looked at Aetius with wide eyes and horror, who could have imagined what kind of words made Aetius so angry.

"Let's go!"

"Where to go? My lord. ”

"Go back, don't waste time here, Valentinian, this little kid, we've played with him enough, he should understand some truth."

"So, do you leave Luga and them alone?"

"Luga......" Aetius looked back at Therius, and couldn't help but laugh and continued, "You are still really compassionate, my friend. ”

"Now the armies of the Eastern Empire have formed an impregnable wall here, and it turns out that it is against the compatriots from the western Rome, even Augustus, what does it mean? This means that they don't welcome Valentinians, and of course, we have more important things to do at the moment, and we have to go back to Ludinand and other places, and I am more concerned about which side the Franks north of the Rhine are on than Valentinians fighting for the position of Augustus in Eastern Rome. ”

"Then, as you wish, Master Soldier!" Thereus and the other officers stood up and saluted Aetius.

The garrison of Marcian's army at Dillakim was lightened by the fact that they observed that the combined army of Western Rome had begun to pack up their tents and prepare to retreat.

Similarly, regarding the imminent departure of Aetius, not only Valentinian, but even Luga was very surprised. The courtiers speculated that this was because Aetius had to leave when he saw that the assassination had failed.

Of course, Luga was thinking about the problem of Valentinian after Aetius left.

"He must be scared, weak-hearted, I'm right, Luga." Sitting in Luga's tent, Valentinian looked up at Luga like a lost dog.

At this time, Valentinian looked really pitiful, and Luga couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart when he looked at him like this. However, in person, Luga smiled and said to Valentinian, "No, maybe His Excellency Aetius has something more important to do." ”

"But he ignored my orders!" Valentinian retorted sharply: "I, I am Augustus, the highest man in Western Rome, he is just a soldier commander, even after he leaves, he will not report to me, let alone take me seriously!" He must be a traitor, a traitor! ”

Seeing Valentinian roaring loudly to vent his impulsive anger, and Luga watching coldly, he really didn't want to hurt the poor boy, and told him that he could not become the Augustus of Eastern Rome.

"We have to go back, Caesar."

After patiently waiting for Valentinian to erupt, Luga spoke to him calmly.

"Why!" Valentinian raised his head and stared straight at Luga, "The people of Eastern Rome need me!" ”

"No, they don't." Luga retorted directly, "Or rather, they have found something better, as you can see, Caesar, they do not welcome you, and the arrival of Augustus should be greeted with flowers and wine plus submission, but they do not, only the cold iron sword of Spada and the sharp spear." It's not about welcome, it's about resisting. ”

Valentinian was silent, as if all the childishness and willfulness that had been shown at that moment had disappeared from his face in an instant, and he bowed his head and faced the land, like a child who had made a mistake in front of Luga.

"Let's go, Sergius is already waiting there, you are not welcome in Constantinople, but Ravenna will not do it!" Luga spoke to Valentinian in an admonishing tone, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Alright, alright, Luga, this is a dream."

Valentinian sobbed, all the strength and pretense of composure that appeared on the surface was shattered, and all that was left was cowardly, the original Valentinian.

In the evening, Luga stood on a high slope, and he specially instructed the soldiers not to approach it, and to leave him alone for a while. Valentinian and the Praetorian Guards boarded the ship, looking at the sails in the distance, and Luga's heart was heavy.

"He gave up in the end, like a strong warrior who finally couldn't help but let go of the spear in his hand."

At some point, Leekinia appeared behind Luga.

"It's you." Luga looked back and recognized Licinia without a hint of surprise, as if all this had been expected.

Likinia walked slowly, sat beside Luga and watched the sails get farther and farther, and couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "What a cold-blooded beast, even if you sit on the boat, you don't think of abandoning your wife on the shore." ”

"Maybe he's been through too many blows, poor fellow." Luga sighed and continued: "He realized that he was just a puppet, that Western Rome was the huge prison that bound him, and he wanted to break out, but he was too immature, and always blindly believed in people he shouldn't have believed. ”

"Including you!" Leekinia followed Luga's words, and she looked at Luga with a wicked smile, but Lujia was stunned.

"Yes, you're right." Luga lowered his head and smiled, then got up, and looked back at Dirachium behind him, "Augustus's will cannot be changed, it must be carried out, and it is also to fulfill the promise made to you. ”