In winter, a light snow fell on the dry Constantinople, and the snowflakes were like long-lost old friends to the citizens of Constantinople, and they walked out of the door one after another, and the cold wind made them tighten their clothes, spread their hands, and greeted the angel who fell from the sky.

Although it melts in the hands and always disappears without a trace inadvertently, the beauty that is easy to disappear is more reason for people to cherish and cherish it.

A horse-drawn carriage staggered along the wide streets of the castle until it came to a halt at the Place Augustus outside the Flavi Grand Palace in the middle of the city.

John. Antioch hurriedly got out of the carriage, looked up at the snow-decorated world covered in silver, tightened his clothes, and walked briskly towards the palace.

"John. Antioch asks to see you! ”

The heavy voice of the guards outside the door made a slight light appear in the hollow eyes of Luga, who was sitting on the throne in the council chamber. He looked up and looked at John. Antiochus walked towards him in a very wide garment.

"Hopefully, it's not too cold outside for your Excellency to wear so heavily."

"For I have something more precious to bring you, Caesar." John. Antiochus said unhurriedly, and then he pulled a box from his baggy clothes.

The box was very eerie, made of dark wood, and wrapped in a large number of ropes, like the chains that the Bible calls to bind demons.

Luga looked at the strange box and couldn't help but ask, "What is this?" Is it a gift for me? ”

"I think so, Caesar." John. Antioch carefully held the box in his hand, and he began to untie the rope attached to it.

"Let me guess then." Luga said thoughtfully, "It was the good news that Aetius had sent after the deed, or a proof that Aetius had indeed accomplished it." ”

"Yes, yes, Caesar, so to speak." John nodded yes again and again as he busied himself with his work.

As the box opened little by little, the hidden truth gradually surfaced. Antioch slowly untied the last tightly tied rope on the box. Antiochus raised his head to look at Luga and reminded in a low voice, "Before opening it again, I still want to remind Caesar that you can avoid it appropriately." ”

"What's so nervous?" Luga was a little puzzled, "Could it be Pandora's box?" ”

"No, no, no, Caesar, you see......"

John. Antioch said, opening the wooden box, which had not yet been opened, only to ask a strong smell of decay pouring out of the box.

"What is this?"

Luga frowned and looked at the box in front of him, he couldn't talk to John. Antioch called the surprise hook.

John. Antiochus did not answer, but opened the box completely, and Luga could see it clearly.

"Torrismon!"

Luga said in surprise, and you could tell how surprised he was in his tone, his eyes widening as he stared at the highly decomposed human head inside the box.

"Yes, Caesar, Lord Aetius did it, he killed Torismon, and by the way, completely destroyed his army, and those who fled back have nothing but endless fear to tell." At the mention of this, John couldn't help but tremble his hands slightly, and he would not say anything about such an unjust thing now.

"He was killed, and he was killed."

Luga was still staring at Torrismon's head in front of him, and the whole person couldn't help but tremble, who could have imagined that this sharp sword that had cut off Attila's fantasy was broken by the Romans themselves.

"Theodoric, Theodoric!" Luga silently read Theodoric's name, his expression hideous, and his whole person looked distorted.

"He probably never thought that the only son he relied on would die here, with his head in a different place, although we didn't have any great hatred, it can be regarded as revenge for the original sword!"

Luga said, reaching out and flicking the lid on the box.

"Take it out and find a place to bury it, I've already confirmed it, and that's it, and the Visgoths should know how good we are. Now, let's celebrate our victory. ”

After saying this, Luga walked slowly to the throne, his steps were so heavy with each step, he took a step to the throne, and then, slumped heavily on it.

He didn't know what he was going to do next, as if Torrismon's death had brought him to another major end and another enemy for Rome.

"Who's next?"

Luga sat on the throne, and behind him was a huge, complete map of the Roman Empire, but in reality, the country was in tatters and vulnerable.

Back in the dormitory, Luga leaned against the door frame and looked at Lickinia sitting on the bed inside, kneeling on a soft mattress.

She was not dressed much, and was draped over a coat made of large silk.

She lowered her head and stroked her bulging belly, she looked up at Luga, her mask smiling, like a kind mother.

For some reason, she suddenly became so charming, which made Luga fall into a trance for a while.

"How much longer?" Luga asked.

"Next month, I'm afraid." Licinia sighed softly, then raised her head and said to Luga with a smile, "This is the second new member of the Flavis family, and it belongs to you and me. ”

"I know what you mean, Liekinia." Luga's face was gloomy, and he said slowly, "You're talking about Yudoria, yes, you used to mention her from time to time. ”

"But she's still in Ravenna, in Valentinian's hands." Lickinia's expression darkened as she said this, "If Valentinian is made aware of this, then it's hard to imagine what he will do to Yudoria." ”

"I know, I know, Liekinia, that's something we need to think about." Luga crossed his hands in front of his chest, and he said thoughtfully: "The most important thing is how we should bring Yudoria back, after all, it is not an easy task. ”

"But Yudoria is your child after all, and she is a member of the Flavis family!" "She must grow up in Constantinople, under your protection, or she will be in danger wherever she is!" ”

"I know, I know, Lickinia." Luga was a little tired of listening, he waved his hand, "Okay, leave it to me, leave this matter to me, I know what to do, trust me." ”

Likinia was silent, she looked at Luga, her eyes full of doubt, puzzled.

"Trust me." Luga forced out a smile and turned to leave.