Attila's death plunged the entire Hunnic Empire into mourning.

But the Romans, especially the Romans in the east, had a completely different view of Attila's death, and in their view, it was the Romans who were fortunate enough to be favored by Heaven and lost a thorny enemy, and in the end, the Romans still "clearly" realized that the real enemy was never someone else, but the Romans themselves.

I don't know if this interpretation is true, but it is undeniable that the title of Augustus was coveted by the citizens of Rome.

You can wander the streets or the countryside, and you will always hear civilians talking about money and saying "If I were Basellus......"

Of course, such words will always be firmly despised and ridiculed by other compatriots, but this naturally cannot hide people's yearning for such a good life above all people.

This is true even for the commoners, let alone the nobles? With a pretentious family name and a deep pocket, they are no more than reaching out to Augustus.

If to the commoners, they were no more than a stretch of sight from the position of Augustus, then the nobles were perhaps halfway up the mountain or close to the top, and who wouldn't think of reaching out to touch something close at hand? Even if it's hard work and sweat.

The commoners did not have the courage to challenge Augustus' authority, but the nobles, especially those who held the military and political power, could not be sure.

At this time, Luga needs to be wary of precisely these nobles who seem to be calm but will become monstrous waves in the blink of an eye. Of course, the opponents have already come to the fore, and they are beginning to consciously or unconsciously try to find Luga's weakness and attack it with all their might.

"I want to see Basellus, I have something to discuss with him!"

Standing outside the gate of Flavi the Great Palace, Andrew kept shouting at the guards guarding the palace gate, "Don't forget now, I am still an officer of the Praetorian Guard, and I have the right to enter here and meet Augustus!" ”

"I understand, sir!" The guard replied with his head held high, "But I have been ordered that Barcellus does not wish to see anyone, and if there is anything important, please go directly to the Privy Councillor, Lord Demissius, or the Lord of the Court, Lord Jovian." ”

"Damn! Damn it! ”

Andrew clenched his fists tightly, but the decisiveness of the guards at the door left him speechless.

"What happened?" At this time, a familiar voice came from behind him, and Andrew turned his head and saw that it was Malenius.

Wearing a suit of scale armor and a helmet inlaid with a red vertical horse, Malenius looked like an officer, and when he saw Andrew, Malenius was also surprised.

"Malenius?" Andrew looked at Malenius with a puzzled look on his face and couldn't help asking, "Why are you here?" Aren't you supposed to be law and order in the province of Macedonia? ”

"This is an order from Augustus." Malenius shrugged his shoulders and said, "Caesar ordered me to lead the Ninth Legion back to Constantinople, and I came back, but I did not think of arranging for me to guard the Flavi Palace and the mausoleum of Theodosius II. ”

"Protect these places." Andrew repeated, and couldn't help but sneer, "What about me? What work do I have to do? ”

"I didn't know anything about this from the courtiers who assigned me the task." Malenius shook his head, he didn't know anything about it, and Andrew couldn't put anything out of his mouth.

"Anything else?" Malenius asked coldly.

"Oh no, no, nothing, nothing!" Andrew smiled and waved his hand before turning away.

Has he finally lost trust in himself? Andrew pondered hard in his heart, a pessimistic mood arose in his heart, he was very lost, but he couldn't let his attitude at this time be revealed, after all, all around him were staring at him.

Look at the Isurians in the Isurian region of the East.

They were nomadic and had no fixed home, but because they eventually came together, they had such a town-like settlement.

Sitting in the chamber made of stone and earth, Luga was not happy with the place, as the Isuritans often used it as a place for dinner.

The air was filled with the smell of some food, not only Luga, but also the accompanying officials frowned, it seemed that such a smell was unbearable for the pampered nobles.

"Let's go out and talk!" Luga was the first to propose, and before Zeno could respond, Luga had already stood up and walked towards the door.

"It's said that there are a lot of robbers and robbers here, am I right?" Luga asked.

Hearing such a question, Zeno's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he stared at Luga's back with wide eyes, wondering desperately in his heart what was going on and why Basellus asked that.

"Answer me."

"Yes, yes." Zeno hurriedly explained: "Because of the harsh environment here, the herders have to wander around grazing, and those who have cattle and sheep are fine, and those who don't can only watch looting to make a living. ”

"Then now they have a better place to belong!" Luga looked back at Zeno and said unhurriedly, "Now that the war against the Huns has caused the empire to lose too many good soldiers, I now ask that these people be gathered in your name and a new army be formed." ”

"Is it to support the central government?"

"Nope! Deployed next to towns around Cappadocia. Luga sighed lightly, and continued, "Don't ask why, you just need to know now that you are a citizen of Rome and owe allegiance to Barcellus!" ”

"That ......"

"Enough!" Just as Zeno was about to say something, Luga stretched out his hand to shut him up, "I know what you want, after all, I can't make you give something completely unrequited." ”

Zeno fell silent as he quietly watched Luga wait.

"So be it."

Luga said, and stretched out his hand to Zeno, who was a smart man, and he immediately understood what Luga meant, only to see him hastily reach out and put his hand on Luga's outstretched hand.

"Now, by the mercy of Baselus, I command you to bestow upon you the noble surname of Flavi for the nobility of Rome, and of course I need you to do something for me as well, so that I may be worthy of the mercy I have bestowed upon you."

"Is there anything Caesar can do to you, then?"

Since being made a nobleman, Zeno seems to have a spirit in an instant, and his gaze at Luga is extremely determined, as if he can't wait to serve Luga.

"Good!" Luga was very optimistic about the guy who wanted to pay something if he got cheap, he patted Zeno on the shoulder, and said slowly: "I think you should know who the governor of Cappadocia is. ”

"Cicedes." Zeno gnawed and uttered his name.

"Yes. I want you to form an army and then march to Ankara, remember, I will give you half a year, and when the time comes, I need to see you surround Ankara, as for attacking or not, I will inform you, of course, after the deed is done, I will make you the duke of the garrison of the Isuriya district. ”

"Yes, Caesar!" Zeno said firmly, in Latin.