A noble family actually supports the strength of a legion, which can be said to be more than just a wealthy nobleman, strictly speaking, they are already a warlord.

"This is only in Greater Sicily, but what about the provinces in Iberia? It is perennially threatened by the Alans, the Vandals, and the Suebi, and what will happen to the nobles there. One question after another appeared in front of Luga's eyes, and he didn't know what to do.

"Well, when I first arrived, I went to the wild and uncivilized places west of the Rhine and Britannia some time ago, so I am not familiar with the knowledge of civilized areas." Luga first explained to himself, and then seized the opportunity to ask: "Then Your Excellency Matteolius, how many aristocratic forces like your family do you think there are in the whole of Western Rome?" ”

"I don't know, Lord Luga." Matteorius said as he walked: "As far as I know, the family of Mityus in Naples, and the family of Brutonius in Akve-Sextia, and the family of Hercaus in Veneto. They are all families that are far above us. Oh, of course. Matteolius paused, looked back at Luga, and emphatically said, "The nobles of Iberia basically have their own guards, and no one is so stupid as to know that they have a warehouse full of grain and not guard against rats. Every family has cats, and there's nothing wrong with that. You can't blame the cat, you can only blame the mice for being too many, and you can't kill them all. ”

After saying that, Matteolius came to the door of the mansion, and he nodded to the two guards guarding the door, and the guards understood, and at the same time reached out and grabbed the two doorknobs on the left and right of the door, and pushed the door open.

"My father is waiting for you inside, and your Excellency will come in with me." Matteorius said and walked through the door, and Luga and his guards walked in, and the noble guards guarding the door did not mean to stop them in the slightest.

"My father is very kind, he is a kind man!" Matteorius gave a general introduction: "I am sure that you will get along very well when you talk. ”

"I hope so!" Luga snorted behind him, raised his head and looked around at the mansion, it was incomparably spacious, it was better to say that it was a miniature castle, the inside was extremely open, mainly because there was not enough light, all relying on those windows, it was not able to make this hall bright, but it was empty and lifeless, but it was the sound of "stampede" that Luga and his party remembered when they came in made this place still a little popular.

"Where's your father?" Luga sensed something was wrong and asked.

"Inside the side room." Matteorius said, pointing to the passage to the right at the end of the hall, which led to a staircase above. Directly Matteolius then explained to Luga: "It is too solemn and solemn, and my father, considering that this will have a bad effect on the conversation between them, chose to meet you on the court platform above. ”

"Well, for God's sake." Luga said, turning back to signal Andrew to follow closely, and he walked briskly.

At the end of the steps, it suddenly opened up, the floor was marble fragments with all kinds of strange stones polished flat on the ground without gaps, pointing straight ahead, this is the east, it is noon, the sun is high above the sky, the sun is shining below is a stone table, the table is placed on both sides of the table are placed two wooden chairs, and next to the corridor there is a table on which is placed a muscle cuirass, and on the cuirass there is also a helmet, which looks like an antique from a hundred or two hundred years ago.

An old man, dressed in a white toga robe, sat on a chair on the left, with his back to Luga. With a glass of wine in his hand, he looked very comfortable.

"If I were old enough to have this kind of life, then all the struggle would be worth it." Seeing Matteorius' father like this, Luga felt jealous, and he couldn't help but say with envy.

"Father, the new Captain of the Army, His Excellency Luga, has arrived." Matteorius stepped forward and said to the leisurely back.

After hearing this, the man hurriedly got up and turned around, Lu Jia and the others saw a somewhat old face, his face was full of wrinkles like a ravine in the mountains and rivers, his thin lips looked at Lu Jia with a smile instead of a smile, and his white hair made him look much older in an instant.

"You're Minevieus. Lord Miro! Luga said, stepping forward.

"Of course, Flavies. Your Excellency, your visit to my house has really made my house shine. The old man was also polite, and as soon as he said it, he was polite, which made Lu Jia a little uncomfortable.

Minevius. Miró then led Luga to the seat next to him, and the two of them chatted as if they were friends at first sight, as Matteorius poured his wine.

"I heard that His Excellency Luga was going to dock in Palermo, so I specially asked my son, Matteolius, to take the initiative to meet him, hoping that my son's reception would not cause unnecessary trouble to Your Excellency." is worthy of being an aristocrat, and he speaks so kindly, which is not at all different from the usual straightforward commoners.

"Not really." Lu Jia smiled, and then said: "On the contrary, I came here like this without saying hello, but let Your Excellency know my movements in advance, which really surprised me. ”

"Your Excellency is a soldier commander, and you are a role in the court above ten thousand people, and it is a little incorrect to be completely unaware of the movements of such a high-ranking official. After all, the battle you fought against the Vandals outside Palermo has always been remembered by us. ”

"Don't mention it! Don't mention it! Luga waved his hand at Minevius. Miro waved his hand again and again and said: "This is already a thing of the past, but this has not worked out after all!" You don't have to remember anything, but as long as you remain loyal, loyal to Rome, then your Excellency will naturally be my friend, a friend of Rome. ”

"Your Excellency, then." Minevius. Miro's smile was a little embarrassed, and he only heard him say in a slurred voice: "I don't know that Your Excellency the Soldier Commander, when you come to our place, is there anything you need our help with?" This is for the sake of the country after all. ”

"Oh, of course." Lu Jia waited for this sentence, he hurriedly pressed step by step: "Since Your Excellency has expressed your loyalty to Rome, you naturally know that you are now in an eventful situation, and now the barbarians are boasting about taking refuge in the land of the Rhine civilization because of the attack of the Huns in the East, and the purple room is naturally powerless against such a situation that has never been seen for thousands of years, but as the courtiers of Rome, we who swore to submit to Flavis naturally want to relieve the siege for Rome and Flavis." ”

Seeing that Milo's face was cloudy, he could roughly guess the meaning of Luga's words, and asked him and their family to pay for it in the name of Rome, and this time Luga not only did not improve the relationship with each other slightly, but introduced a meat-eating dragon, and opened his mouth to eat!

"Naturally, naturally, as a Roman, when the country is in trouble, it is natural to stand up." Miro must have felt pain when he said this at this time, he nodded again and again, and then asked Lu Jia pretending to be stupid: "Then what does Your Excellency want, money, we can give it." ”

"Money? No, no, no, I don't want money! Luga shook his head, and then said: "I heard that Your Excellency has a large number of soldiers, and it just so happens that I have a new offensive and urgently needs a large number of troops, so I want to borrow Your Excellency's soldiers and horses to make up for the gap in the attacking army. ”

"Army." Miro gritted his teeth, his face showed embarrassment, but the words are all here, how to carry it out to the end, otherwise let the family see that they have such a big business but are small, and it is not good to spread it, and it is not good to re-buckle the hat of treason, which can not afford it!

"And how much do you need?" Miro smiled, cold sweat flowing.

"Three thousand!" Luga said unhurriedly, holding out three fingers.

"Okay, three thousand, yes! Some! Especially the word "have" in the back, Miró said bluntly, as if it was full of grievances, he finally agreed, which is really more uncomfortable than cutting his flesh!