Chapter 125 Which one is the lie?

The atmosphere here suddenly fell to a freezing point. I remained silent. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, Alessio, who was sitting in the dark, must have seen the answer from my slightly embarrassed gaze, but he was reluctant to speak. What did this mean? Could it be that he didn't see anything?

"Why not speak?"

Perhaps Alessio couldn't stand the impatience brought by the silence, he couldn't stand it anymore, he wanted to know an answer, a reasonable answer from me.

"I have not seen your true face, Your Excellency Aresio."

I was stalling, my heart was already in my throat. I didn't know how to tell this lie, because even I couldn't guarantee it. I knew nothing about Aetius's next move. I could only delay so that I had enough time to think about how to deal with this guy.

"Look at me, hehehe..."

A creepy laugh came from the darkness before my eyes, and then I heard the voice whispering, "Light a fire."

"call!"

After the sound of flames rising and burning, two balls of flames ignited more than ten meters away from me, and then the darkness in front of me was completely dispelled. I saw the person who was hidden in the darkness in the whole room gradually appear. He was wearing a white robe and lazily lying on a gorgeously decorated bed. A brass mask with golden light covered his face. Less than three meters in front of him, there were young girls standing next to the two braziers. The girls were young and beautiful, wearing a crown made of branches and wearing white linen clothes. They lowered their heads and said nothing. It turned out that the guy who covered his face with a mask was the governor of the Belgian Gaul Province, Flavius ​​Aresio.

"Why, now, isn't that clear enough?"

The voice came from behind the brass mask, interrupting my daze. I saw him slowly getting up from the gorgeous bed and staggering down the stairs step by step. There was an ornate iron sword hanging on his waist, and his right hand tightly grasped the hilt, not letting go for a moment. Through the brass mask, his sky-blue eyes stared at mine so closely that I didn't dare to confront him.

"Tell me, Aetius, what is the next move!"

Alessio walked towards me with heavy steps, looking at me. I began to avoid his eyes.

"brush!"

He suddenly pulled out the iron sword and put it on my neck. My skin felt the piercing cold. Is it true that every noble likes to threaten others with their lives? Do they really think that this trick can make the threatened person tell them what they want to hear? Anyway, I was too scared. I couldn't see his expression. God knows whether he was angry, happy, or deliberately joking. The blade sank deep into my skin. His eyes revealed a fierce aura. I guess the expression on his face was even more ferocious.

"Why don't you speak?"

Alessio questioned me loudly, but before I could even get scared, the mercenary leader next to me had already taken a step back, lowered his head, and dared not say a word.

Well, I thought hard about how to deal with it. If he was so anxious to ask me, then he must know nothing. If he knew nothing, then I would make up a lie to fool him, and he should believe me. I immediately sorted out my thoughts and began to think about the situation at that time, so I told him the details of Aetius's conquest of Ludinium and defeat of the Burgundians, and promised him that Aetius' next goal would be here, and they would retake all the land that once belonged to Rome. However, I ignored the part where Andrew and I were plotted against by that damned politician Antony, because God knows whether this guy is in cahoots with Antony, because I used to think that the Senate no longer had such great power after Rome changed from the Republic to the Empire, but now I was wrong. I saw and remembered deeply that the Senate must have some very great power, at least hidden behind the surface power. They are like tentacles, reaching out to every province and every legion in the empire.

"Anyway, that's basically what I know."

Alessio listened with great interest, and I was so absorbed in my talk that I didn't even know when the iron sword on my neck was put down.

After I stopped talking for a long time, Aresio finally came back to his senses.

"Ah, you're done, right?"

The guy finally came back to his senses, and he even laughed a few times in embarrassment to cover up his previous gaffe. He shook his head, smiled awkwardly and said to himself: "I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect that this bastard who can only play fence-sitters can actually do such an amazing thing. Humph, how ironic."

Aresio slowly sheathed his sword, without any reason. He was aware that Aetius's army was coming to save Aresio's position and life, but for some reason, he was not happy about it. Did he have another way, or did Aetius's arrival become a hindrance to him, or disrupted his so-called grand "plan"? Or was it because of jealousy? He was surrounded by runaway slaves and was doing nothing, while Aetius, also a noble of Flavius, had fought through difficulties and made great military exploits for the empire. He was jealous that he could not be like Aetius, not be remembered by people, let alone by the emperor and the regent queen.

"Are these words true?"

At this point, after expressing his feelings, this guy actually began to doubt the authenticity of the story. I had no choice but to raise my right hand to the sky and tell him that I swore in the name of God, and only then did he dispel his doubts.

"Yes, my friend."

This guy laughed again, and the laughter was a little dull through the brass mask, and more of a feeling that made people puzzled. I don't know what he was thinking at this moment. I only know that from his current behavior, he will no longer pose a fatal threat to me. He trusts me, at least in this matter.

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He stopped talking and returned to the gorgeous bed. He lay on the bed and resumed his original lazy appearance.

"That's enough. I'm tired. Fred (it turns out that the mercenary leader's name is Fred). Give him some money and let him and his friends stay in the hotel in town."

"What about my friend's injury?" I asked hurriedly.

"I'll arrange it."

Alessio said, turning around and waving at both of us, "Go, that's enough."

The mercenary leader named Fred didn't dare to say anything more. He pulled me out the door. The moment we went out, the two flames in front of Aresio were extinguished by the maid, and the whole room returned to its appearance with only a small oil lamp, dark and eerie.

(End of this chapter)