Chapter 102 Power

"But."

"No buts!"

Just when Antony was about to say something, Aetius interrupted him rudely, which showed that Aetius did not intend to give Antony a chance to make a fuss. It was even more impossible for him to get rid of me easily by making excuses.

Anthony's face was purple with anger. He must have been choked by the words he had just prepared, which made him feel uncomfortable. He tightly grasped the armrests of the chair, and his fingers turned white from pressing on the wooden board. However, he remained calm and sat in his seat with a smile on his face, as if nothing had happened.

"Maybe, Orius Luca deserves to die! But not now!"

Aetius spoke directly, more like a warning to Antony and others, and he tightened his shoulders and slowly returned to his seat. He waved his hand behind him, and two soldiers understood and ran up quickly to free me from the bed that bound me.

My legs went weak as soon as I landed on the ground. Fortunately, the two soldiers supported me and I didn't fall to the ground and couldn't get up. This was not a show on purpose, but I was too weak due to excessive blood loss.

"Help him down and ask the barracks to get some herbs. He is a centurion after all!"

Aetius waved his hand at the soldier, and the two soldiers on my left and right nodded in understanding. Just as they were about to carry me away, Antony couldn't hold back any longer! "Wait a minute!"

Anthony jumped up from his chair and stopped the two soldiers. He looked at Aetius again, his serious expression showing that he was particularly serious. He said to Aetius: "Marshal, Guy is still missing!"

"Antony, are you still going to ask this question to a seriously injured centurion?" Aetius asked back.

"I don't care about that, you know, Lord Aetius." Anthony was now standing in front of Aetius. He didn't care about the disparity in their status at all. He faced Aetius directly without any intention of giving in.

"how?"

Aetius looked at him, his eyes full of curiosity and vigilance, staring at Antony like an eagle. He said in a suppressed voice that made people feel murderous: "Do you want to go against my will?"

"Your Mightiness."

Anthony also spoke slowly in a low voice: "The matter of Chief Centurion Guy cannot be let go so easily! At least, Orius Luca can't get away!"

"Gnaeus Foreverus Antony!" Aetius called him by his full name. He stared at Antony fiercely, their noses almost touching each other, and the words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. "Don't forget, I am the commander of this legion! And the punishment of the centurion of this legion is only decided by me! Flavius ​​Aetius will decide!" These few short sentences made people feel full of momentum, worthy of being the marshal of the empire.

"Sir Aetius, I think you know the price of such a blatant violation!" Anthony seemed to have become a different person. His previous look of awe towards Aetius disappeared completely at this moment. Now Anthony looked like he was at the same level as Aetius or even his superior.

"Let me remind you, Aetius!" Antony, who had lost his patience, had long thrown the honorific title of "Sir" to the winds. He pointed at Aetius' nose without fear. This moment made me widen my eyes in surprise. Really, I couldn't even imagine why Antony had such courage.

Aetius stared at Anthony without saying a word. The whole scene seemed to be imprisoned, and everyone was motionless. Livi, the captain of the guard under Aetius, and the guards behind him, held the hilts of their swords with their right hands. He was enduring, perhaps because he did not receive the order from Marshal Aetius, or Anthony had not touched his bottom line. Like Livi, Anthony's five knights also stared at Aetius. Although he was the commander of the legion, these five old guys had already made their own choices in this regard.

"You'd better not get into trouble with me, you know that!"

"Yes, I know. It's just the Senate." Aetius looked at Antony with a smile. This should be his response.

"Anthony!" Father Galba, who had been silent for a long time, finally stopped talking and called Anthony until Anthony turned around and looked at him. For these Christian charlatans, mediation is their best job besides reading the Bible.

"Stop it, stop it. Quarrels and conflicts are the biggest enemies we face now!"

What a good mediator, he stretched out his right hand and held the golden cross in his left hand. At first glance, he really looked like one of the twelve apostles. It was no wonder, after all, he had been a clergyman for decades. From the perspective of the future, he was a truly high-level intellectual.

Now that the priest had spoken, the situation that was still arguing and on the verge of a tense situation seemed to ease a little, and both sides simply took a step back.

“Sir Aetius!” Father Galba turned to Aetius and said calmly, “Chief Centurion Guy, this child is the Pope’s adopted son. He was originally serving and training in the Fourteenth Gemini Legion, but he is gone this time. At least let me know how to explain this to the Pope!”

"Then tell your Pope that Guy was killed by his own stupidity and it had nothing to do with anyone else!"

Father Galba was speechless after hearing Aetius' words. As a priest, there was no way he could get angry. Seeing Father Galba's deflated look, he could only sit in his seat and shake his head and sigh.

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"You know that you are not only disrespecting the Pope and the Church, but also the Senate! Aetius, Your Excellency!" Anthony deliberately emphasized the word Your Excellency, as if he was demonstrating to Aetius, trying to use the church and the Senate to put pressure on Aetius.

"I have three legions in my hands!"

Aetius held his head high and looked at Antony with disrespect, looking like a philistine. It was like a counterattack against the gentleman Antony. He continued, "If you can get those old guys behind you who can only talk to get off their damn chairs and form a legion, I think I can fight you!"

The ridicule, naked ridicule, this almost rogue look actually made Anthony speechless. He had no bargaining chips in his hand, so he had no right to continue to negotiate with Aetius. So he was the only one who had to eat the bitter fruit. He was so frustrated that he could only glare at Aetius, and then led the five knights behind him out of the tent.

"He who has the power is right!"

As I watched Anthony disappear outside the tent, I murmured and realized this truth.

I wish you all a happy Dragon Boat Festival, even though I didn’t get to eat zongzi. I didn’t even have a holiday!!! 2333

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