Although he was soaking wet from the rain, the constant leakage of his clothes was not the main concern for him now.

The boat was like a container, constantly holding the rain falling from the sky, and he looked at his bucket of fish, although his hands could not stop and were busy scooping out the water from the boat little by little.

"There are so many today, I will definitely be able to sell them for a good price!" Franco smiled with satisfaction as he held the fish he had caught from the net.

He couldn't wait to get his hands on a brand new gold coin of Souleds, a thing that looked like a stone in the eyes of the nobles.

"Oh, this damn rain!"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the bean-sized raindrops slapped on his face almost making him unable to open his eyes. He complained about the weather, but he couldn't help it, he wiped the rain from his face, his eyes widened, and he paddled hard with his oars and turned the bow of the boat in the direction of the looming lighthouse not far away.

"Squeak Quack......"

In the process of rowing, he faintly heard some unpleasant sounds, and he hurriedly lowered his head and looked around the boat, for fear that there was a problem on his own boat. It is true that the wind and waves are strong, and it is difficult for such a small boat to support it for too long in the wind and rain. Fortunately, it is not too far from the shore, as long as you can control it carefully, there will still be no big risks.

"Squeak Quack......"

There was the sound of wood moaning, and after Franco was sure that it was not his ship, he couldn't help but mutter, thinking to himself: Who would go to sea in such weather, but someone else?

"Wow! Wow! Wow! The sound of paddling told Franco that this was not a small boat, so where could it be that the rich and noble went crazy and went to sea at this time?

With such doubts in mind, Franco looked up, and at that moment he saw a sight that was enough to suffocate him. At a distance of nearly fifty meters from him, a huge warship rode the wind and waves, nay, not one, ten, hundred, countless warships, in the haze of the torrential rain like monsters rolling in the sea, they kept moving forward, making a penetrating roar. Franco could even clearly see the men walking back and forth on the ship, all heavily armed and with their swords unsheathed, ready for the battle.

"What is this? What is it? Franco began to get hysterical, holding his head in his hands and tearing his hair desperately.

"What to do! What to do! Franco kept talking to himself, and he panicked for a moment.

The huge ship didn't seem to notice the guy drifting in the wind, but he's safe now! What the hell is this sacred, sneak attack under the cover of a torrential rain.

"I have to inform everyone!" Franco calmed down, muttered to himself, and looked up at the lighthouse not far from the village, which was giving directions to merchant ships bound for New Carthage. At critical times, the guards there have horns to deliver messages, and as long as the horn sounds in the direction of the lighthouse, then the nearby troops will be vigilant.

With his mind in mind, Franco immediately gritted his teeth and began to slide again and again. He ignored the fact that the fish in the barrels of the boat were scattered on the boat, and from time to time he jumped into the sea. He knew that if these ships of unknown provenance chose to dock in their fishing village, it would be an unimaginable hell.

At this time, in the governor's palace of New Carthage, it was also in the position at that time, but compared with the past, there were fewer nobles who were crowded with people watching the excitement. There is only Luga and John as a record. Antioch, Sebastian Annus in the Auditors. Opposite Luga sat Fetanius and his legacy.

The two sides were facing each other, and the scene was very serious, and both sides were looking at each other.

"Your Excellency, I am very sorry for the slander I made a few days ago." I didn't expect that such a quiet scene would be broken by Fetanius first, everyone heard this sound as if it was activated in an instant, and they all raised their heads to look at Fetanius in front of them, he was still dressed when he came, but the laurel on his head was no longer the withered and shriveled laurel branch, but a brand new golden laurel given by Luga.

He was able to wear it to come, so naturally he was still very useful for the gift given by Luga.

"Your Excellency, the current situation is the main problem that Your Excellency and the Purple Room have to face together." Fetanius continued to Luga with a serious face: "Although I can feel your sincerity towards me, in distant Ravenna, the deacon (prime minister) Attalus, and the governor of the capital, Cassiodorus and even Augustus, are waiting day and night for an answer that I can bring back. ”

"I must make one more promise to Your Excellency, Your Excellency Fetanius!" Luga reached out and clasped his hands on his chest, and said to Fetanius in a heavy tone: "I must admit that I may be biased in doing so, but I remain loyal to Rome, there is no doubt about it, Lord Fetanius. Of course, in due course, I will arrange for soldiers to escort a portion of the tax to ease the tension between the capital and Rome. ”

"Predecessor Augusta Garra. The two divisions left behind after the death of Lord Platitia are already her last efforts, but there is still a big loophole in this division, as a member of the Purple Chamber, Lord Luga. Fetanius looked into Luga's eyes, and his voice was deliberately low, for fear that the wall would have ears.

"Ravenna and Rome, the Senate and the Purple Room, here are still trying to maintain their own unique order." Fetanius continued, "His Excellency Attarus and His Excellency Cassiodorus are already doing their best to distribute the existing funds, as well as His Excellency Yorian, the Treasurer, who are doing their best to maintain the power of Augustus. ”

Luga said worriedly, "But Aetius is already in control of the Central Field Army, and the Gallic Field Army is under his control, and he also controls the source area of Illyria in the north, and there is no better source area in the whole of Western Rome." ”

"I know, Lord Luga, I know!" Fetanius stretched out his hand and said.

"No, you don't know, or rather, you don't know anything about it!" Luga directly interrupted him this time, looking at the surprised gaze of Fetanius, Luga did not hesitate, and continued: "Look, look at my current situation, Aetius only needs to guard against Theodoric, but look at me, what is around me?" Alans, Vandals, Suebi, Visgoths. They all want to eat us alive, I need an army, more troops, an army to be able to defeat them! ”

"Lord Luga, I understand what you mean, but in Ravenna we still have a ......"

"My lord! My lord! ”

Fertanius said this, but was interrupted by Malenius who suddenly broke in, only to see Malenius gasping for breath, followed by a wet and embarrassed soldier.

"My lord, the Vandals, have come from the sea!"