Chapter 150 Compromise

Aetius did not take the mother and son seriously. He turned his back to the Emperor and the Queen Regent and looked at Aresio, meeting his dodging gaze.

The whole scene was too embarrassing. The host did not even announce the end of the performance. In front of the eyes of the crowd, the body of Eunice the Soul-Cutter was lying in a pool of blood, being eaten by the wild wolf. Many women in the audience had fainted, and it was unknown whether it was because of sadness or fear.

Placidia quickly realized her child's disrespect. She quickly stood up, walked over quickly, grabbed Valentinian III who was still laughing wildly, and dragged him out of the audience.

His Majesty the Emperor and the Queen Regent left in a hurry, which made the host, who was in an awkward situation, breathe a sigh of relief.

"Collect the bodies! Collect the bodies!"

At the host's call, the four lobbyists on the podium hurriedly withdrew, and were replaced by archers wearing brass armor shining with golden light. They were tall and straight, with long legs, and were specially used for such grand occasions. They wore helmets made of the same brass, and then put on red robes. That was a dress called toga. Toga was originally a symbol of Roman nobles. Women with the same sex were also required to wear it. It was a mark and an insult. However, after the second century AD, the status of toga gradually declined. The red toga combined with the yellow armor decorated the archers like the sun god Apollo. They drew their bows and arrows, and without a command, they pulled the bows and arrows in their hands and aimed at the two wild wolves that were still biting Yunus's body.

"Kill them, kill these two beasts!"

Seeing that the archers were ready, the audience, who had been confused and lost, seemed to have found their direction. They stood up excitedly, pointing at the two wolves and shouting to the archers, fearing that the archers would miss the target.

“Shoot! Shoot!!!”

A soldier who looked like an officer, wearing golden scale armor, a red cloak on his back, and a horned helmet decorated with red horse harness, pointed at the two wild wolves and shouted orders.

“Ka-ka-ka…”

The four archers let go at the same time, and the arrows flew towards the two wolves that were still feasting. The hungry wolves didn't care about the roars of the spectators and the deaths that fell from the sky. Almost at the same time when the archers released their arrows, the two wolves fell down screaming with two arrows each.

Then, a dozen fully armed soldiers trotted out and came to the center of the arena where four corpses were lying, under the gaze of the spectators who stood up and looked around. They had a clear division of labor and each carried the three dead wolves away, revealing the body of Eunice underneath.

Yunis died peacefully, his stomach was emptied by the hungry wolves, his intestines were scattered all over the ground, and the delicious food such as heart and liver had already been eaten by the wolves. It can be said that these two well-fed wolves died under the arrows of the archers who were like the sun god, and they did not suffer any loss at all.

Looking at the embarrassed Yunis, he had such a glorious life and won the hearts of countless girls, but he died in the arena without any dignity. He was torn to pieces in front of the women who once loved him.

To the audience who loved him, he was great, but in the eyes of the rulers and the hosts of the show, he was just a clown used to attract people's attention and pocket money.

Two soldiers brought a piece of rough cloth, wrapped Yunis' body in it, lifted it up and ran towards the exit. God knows how they will deal with this poor guy, but he has seriously affected the time of the next show. This is the fate of the gladiators, living to entertain the public, and being hastily dealt with after death.

"He died like this after all, poor man." Aetius smiled, then lowered his head to take a look at Junius who was in the bag. This was the only time in the whole performance that he looked at Junius, the poor gladiator. Looking at Alessio again, Alessio's heart was really like an overturned seasoning table, with all kinds of mixed feelings gathered in his heart. After all, he liked this muscular gladiator who liked to show his skills in fighting wild beasts in front of the audience. But this time, not only did he not get to watch his performance properly, but he was also ruined by this annoying Aetius. But the most regrettable thing was that this was the last time he watched Junius' performance. Who knew that this Aetius was so heartless and continued to ask him: "Don't you feel uncomfortable or sad that this guy is dead?"

"Sad? Why sad!" Aresio quickly suppressed the gloom on his face, and soon replaced it with disdain and sneer. He didn't want Aetius to see his vulnerable side. Because as a politician, he had to hide himself as much as possible, and couldn't let his enemies or others see his weakness. He was afraid that Aetius would use this as a weapon to threaten him and tie his hands and feet. "He is just a man who can only use his tricks and useless muscles to deceive the heart and body of that ignorant woman. He is an absolute scum." Aresio used extremely insulting words to describe Junius. While speaking, he did not forget to steal a glance at Aetius, carefully observing the changes in his expression, and guessing whether he would begin to doubt and waver because of his performance.

But Aetius still maintained his original smile and looked at him motionlessly. The more he looked at him, the more guilty he felt, so Aresio simply turned his head away and didn't look at him.

"Oh, our poor Eunice, may God rest his soul in his kingdom." At this time, the host who arrived late came to the stage and spoke in a sad tone, but his expression looked painful and sad, but there was not a tear in his eyes.

"Okay, citizens of Rome, let bygones be bygones!" The host's tone immediately changed to the same as before, "The good times are now, and we have no reason to waste this limited time. So let us welcome the next warrior!" The brief moment of grief was dispersed by new cheers. The Romans were forgetful, at least for these gladiators.

"Have you thought it through?" Aetius asked Alessio again.

"What do you want me to do?" Aresio seemed to have given in. He didn't know how to refuse this extremely dangerous barbarian who had a large army.

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"Okay!" Aetius smiled even more brightly. He stepped forward, patted Aresio on the shoulder, and said to him, "Boniface will definitely come back here to regain his dignity. I hope you will know which side to stand on by then!"

(End of this chapter)