After a long day of trekking, Luga led the legions to Ravenna. It was not as well received by the citizens as in Rome.

Here, the legions could only be stationed outside the city, and Luga could only enter the city with Andrew and his personal guards. He was not hindered in any way along the way, because after the explanation, his fame always came faster than he did.

Walking into the palace, the guards brought the news of Luga's arrival to Valentinian III, but the response was not as enthusiastic as expected, after all, Valentinian III was Luga's best friend, or nephew. Only one of the guards came out to answer it, not Augustus himself.

This is not surprising to Luga, if from the current Valentinian point of view, he should hand over these two damned traitors to Augustus, and let Augustus personally execute these two bastards to avenge the disgrace in the forest outside Augusta-Treville at that time. But instead of bringing them in to express his loyalty, Luga handed them over to the Senate, what does that mean? For Valentinian, it was difficult to understand, but not giving it to him was already a mistake.

Fortunately, Luga had a way to comfort him, although he had this idea, Luga didn't know if it would work, just follow the guards and try it.

Entered the hall of the palace, because it was noon, and it was Valentinian meal. He sat at the table under the throne, and the waiter brought cooked chicken, olives, and other fruits, which looked simple, but all the ingredients were the best.

Watching Luga come in, Valentinian III looked at him as if he hadn't seen it, holding the roast chicken and olives to himself, listening to Luga's footsteps and stopping five meters away from him without speaking.

"Caesar!"

Luga fell to one knee and saluted Valentinian III, not even so that Valentinian III could not turn his head back to look at him or pause for even a second.

"Caesar, I'm back."

Valentinian didn't hear it, though Luga's voice had already echoed through the empty hall. Luga raised his voice again, making it louder, which startled even Valentinian III.

"You still have the guts to come back!" Valentinian III paused, turned his head sideways and glared at Luga, then shoved a piece of chicken into his mouth with an olive, and continued: "Say, let me see what else you disloyal bastard has to say, especially when it comes to deceiving me." ”

It seems that Valentinian III was so angry with Luga's execution of the two rebel leaders in Rome that he showed his face. He was really angry, but Luga was his closest courtier, so he couldn't do anything with Luga.

"Yes." Luga nodded yes to this, and knelt on the ground and continued, "Although I brought those two rebel leaders to Rome, Caesar, these two men are not worthy of Caesar's hands. ”

"Then who else do you say? Patriarch? Valentinian III finally couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, he turned his head sharply and shouted at Luga: "Now everyone knows that you are my closest courtier, and you must not forget that you are my brother's adopted son, my nephew, and a member of the Purple Chamber, but now look at what you have done?" Give away all the credit, to the damned elders, to the people who have done nothing, where did you put me? I am the Augustus of this empire, not the old ones! Or did you not take me this ...... at all?"

Valentinian III's roar abruptly stopped, as he saw Luga kneeling on the ground and handing him a huge rolled parchment, and curiosity began to take over him, causing him to restrain his anger in an instant.

"What is this?" Valentinian III asked, pointing to the parchment and motioning for the guard to bring it.

Taking the parchment from the guard, Valentinian eagerly opened the parchment to see what Luga had brought him.

"You brought two live ones to the old ones in the Senate, bring me a piece of paper!" Valentinian III swore and opened the parchment, sat there and glanced at its contents, his expression full of doubt.

"What is this?" Valentinian III pointed to the map on the parchment, which was clearly a map, and what it meant, so that Valentinian could not understand, and he asked Luga, "What do you mean by bringing me this thing?" ”

"These are the two provinces of Britannia south of Hadrian's Wall, Upper Britannia and Lower Britannia." Luga explained.

"Oh, what does it matter?"

Valentinian III asked, the look on his face showing impatience, and he casually threw the parchment on the table, picked up the olives and stuffed them into his mouth.

"According to what I've heard, Caesar, the person you want to kill the most is in Lower Britannia."

"Oh?"

Valentinian III looked up at Luga curiously and asked, "How can you be so sure that that person is the bastard I especially want to kill?" ”

"Because he used intrigue to frame Caesar, he made Caesar suffer." Luga continued: "He is the lord of Augusta Treville, the traitor Tiberius. ”

"So, there were three people, but you only brought back two." Valentinian III looked at Luga with a smile on his face, as if mocking Luga's incompleteness of action.

"Yes, he's too cunning." Luga explained: "He was a Roman, as far as I know, a Roman nobleman who was in Lower Britannia at the time, but he betrayed the empire and instigated the Bagunda movement in Ludug Gaul, and now that the chaos has been put down, he has fled, so I intend to attack Britannia, and next time I will definitely deliver Tiberius and the two provinces of Britannia into the hands of Caesar as my atonement for Caesar." ”

This sentence was so loud that Valentinian III's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that Luga would have the courage to make such a bold offensive at such a time. But now the chips are the two provinces and Tiberius's head, which is a great benefit, if Valentinian is stained with light, naturally Aetius will give him three points, at least obediently hand over some of the power in his hands is no problem.

"And what do you want?" Valentinian III picked up the parchment again, and looked at the map on it, his eyes full of greed.

"A fleet." Luga was not polite and directly said his needs. "My fleet has been docked in Great Sicily for too long, it's time to use it, but I don't have the ability and strength to do so yet."

"Okay, I'll figure it out for you, at least I'll go and talk to my mother." Valentinian said, his eyes on the map as if there were invisible hands on it, gripping his eyeballs tightly. "I hope you don't mess me up this time, or I'll really be tempted to kill you, even if my brother is by my side!"

"Then I'll step back." Luga sensed that Valentinian no longer seemed to need him, that things had been settled, and that there was no need to linger any longer.

"Wait." Valentinian stopped Luga, who stretched out his sleeve and said, "Come." ”

"Come?" Luga was stunned, he didn't know what it meant.

"Caesar told you to kiss his purple robe." The Valentinian guard beside him whispered to Luga, "It means that he has absolute trust in you. ”

Kissing Augustus's purple robe, that is naturally the most favored embodiment of Augustus for his courtiers, it seems that Valentinian is dissatisfied with Luga, but he is still very sure of Luga in his heart.

Without hesitation, Luga stepped forward and took Valentinian's arm and kissed his sleeve.

"You should know how to do it." Valentinian looked up at Luga and waved, "Go ahead." ”