In the city of Salako, in the Dalmatian province, the smell of earth fills the air after heavy rains.

The noise of the rain should have been followed by a scene of tranquility, and people pushed open their windows to breathe in the fresh air, but this scene was quickly broken.

A messenger-delivered scout cavalry rode across the muddy road and galloped toward the city's governor's palace.

Along the way, the men shopping and the women shopping with wooden baskets avoided the rampage, and the light horseman who delivered the letter rushed all the way to the gate of the Governor's Palace, until he was stopped by the soldiers outside the Governor's Palace.

"Emergency, emergency!" The herald shouted out breathlessly at the guard at the door.

Hearing this, the guard dared not slacken, and he snatched the parchment from the herald's hand and ran towards the governor's palace. The urgent message was passed through the corridors of the Doge's palace to the top floor of Macchorian's room.

Marcorian had just come out of the bath, and was unhurriedly putting on his magnificent and expensive clothes under the care of the maids.

He was a very clean guy, and at least this time he took a shower because the rain had just splashed dirt on his calfskin shoes.

Although this reason is absurd, for a person who loves bathing extremely, as long as it is a bath, no reason is exaggerated.

Of course, he was not alone, for the nobles of Rome, it was really intolerable for the smell of their bodies, eating onions and green onions, which could make people's mouths emit a very uncomfortable smell, and it was impossible to tolerate the pungent smell coming out of their armpits.

The only way to get rid of the smell was to bathe often, and yes, the high-ranking nobles had their own private bathrooms, so bathing was more like a daily meal.

On the top floor is his dressroom, where he chooses what he wants to wear.

He enjoyed almost Augustus-like treatment, yes, the so-called feudal officials did whatever they wanted in their own land, neither Ravenna nor Aetius had anything to do with him, after all, the Romans in the west, especially Augustus in Rome, still had to rely on nearly thirty field regiments under his command.

"My lord, my lord, urgent news from Pannonia!"

While Marcorian was busy changing his clothes, the shouts of soldiers were heard outside, which broke the silence and provoked the maids beside Marcorian to look back at the closed wooden door, revealing a look of disgust.

"Let him in!" Without looking back, Murchorian looked at the waiter who was standing at the door.

The waiter understood, and then opened the door, and the guard standing in the doorway was stunned for a moment when he saw the dense clothes inside, until the maid standing next to Marcorian coughed deliberately to bring him back to his senses.

"Tell me, what's the urgency?" Unhurriedly, Mochorian looked down at his purple and white toga robes, and looked back at the soldier delivering the letter.

"My lord, urgent news from Pannonia." The soldier hurriedly leaned down and respectfully handed over the parchment letter.

Marcorian walked up, only to have the parchment letter opened and glanced at it.

"Oh, it seems that Attila hasn't given up!" Mochorian's face rose slightly.

"This was news from a few days ago?"

"Two weeks ago, the scout said!"

"Have the letter be copied twice by the civil servants, and then sent to Ravenna and Constantinople." Murchorian said, handing the parchment letter back to the soldier.

Two months later, Ravenna and Constantinople received this warning on behalf of Pannonia.

This is tantamount to a question that has terrified the civilized world again, and Attila is about to make a comeback!

"Stepping on ......"

In the aisles of Ravenna's palace, a group of high-ranking Roman officers led by Litollio gathered, and they hurried towards the chamber of Augustus, and the maids and courtiers along the way were hiding aside, everyone knew that so many high-ranking officers gathered in the chamber of Augustus meant that something important was about to happen.

"Bang dang!"

The door to the council chamber was pushed open, and only three people were seen sitting in front of them.

In the center, of course, was Augustus Valentinian, and to the right of his hand sat Aetius, who was considered the most powerful man in the entire western Roman world, and it was no longer a secret.

And the man sitting on Valentinian's left side was something that no one expected, at least all the senior officers present did not expect, and the person sitting on Valentinian's left side was actually a relatively young senator Maximus.

The fact that he had the right to represent the Senate was a great surprise to everyone present.

"Looks like you're all here." Valentinian sat lazily on his throne, looking a little dull, even a little decadent, after all, he had no idea how much power he still had to control these high-ranking officers.

He said yes, but the officers present remained indifferent until Aetius nodded slightly at Lito, and they split into two groups and stood opposite each other.

Seeing such a scene was tantamount to a great irony for Valentinian, but he had already been hurt for a long time, and it was not bad for this time or two insults, after all, he had also tried, but how could a weak chick soar in a raging storm?

He simply gave up his resistance, and proceeded with his wretched life of a queen who seemed rich but did not have the queen that Augustus deserved.

"Now here's the problem, Caesar." Aetius looked back at Valentinian, "This is a warning letter from Mechorian, the duke of the garrison in Dalmatia. Aetius opened the parchment he was holding in his hand and motioned to the officers present, and continued: "The Hun garrison in northern Pannonia has moved, and they are heading northwest out of the province of Pannonia, which does not bode well. ”

"How many people did they go?"

"Thousands." Aetius replied directly to an officer's question: "The mobilization of such a large number of soldiers in such a short period of time is a alarming question in any case, am I right?" Caesar? ”

"Lord Aetius!" When Aetius confronted Valentinian, Maximus opened his mouth and said, "This is a serious problem, and Caesar must know what is at stake." ”

"I'm not telling you, Illustrious!"

Aetius directly interrupted Maximus, his attitude was so rough that he did not give Maximus half of his face at all.

"I'm afraid you'll have to get out of your bedchamber that you haven't cleaned in years, Caesar." Aetius said to Valentinian angrily: "The last time he relied on Luga to stop Attila's attack, but now that he is in Constantinople, you are the only one who will intervene, Caesar." ”

Valentinian lowered his head, he looked like a child who had made a mistake, he looked like a log, looking down at the two feet under his robe, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.

"Caesar?"

Aetius called, but Valentinian did not move.

"Caesar!"

Aetius lost his patience, his tone a little impatient, but Valentinian still did.

"Caesar's !!"

Aetius roared, throwing the parchment in his hand to the ground.

"Enough!"

The silent Valentinian finally burst out, and he jerked to his feet and glared at Aetius like an aggressive wild dog about to fight.

"Attila has already been frightened by the majesty of our Augustus, and he has mobilized his army to suppress those barbarians who are eager to defect to my Rome, how can he come again?" Maximus took advantage of the situation to dismantle Aetius's stage.

"Yes! Yes! ”

After Maximus's growth, Valentinian also became aggressive, his expression was hideous, and he stared at Aetius viciously like a hungry wolf, "I don't need your help, and I don't believe that Attila will come back, it's all a lie, it's all a child's trick, enough, enough!" ”