Chapter 230 Negotiation

"It seems that you, the Senate, want to overthrow me." Aetius' eyes were blurred, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

"We are only here to seek cooperation, Your Excellency Aetius." Thermitius stroked his chest with one hand, showing his sincerity to Aetius. "We want to survive, and I think Your Excellency thinks the same."

Aetius didn't say anything, which made it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

"Do you want to go back to the time of Theodosius I?" This sentence was undoubtedly Themitius' trump card against Aetius.

"Luca, Thermitius and his men want us to build a big enough tent, saying that something big is going to happen." After receiving the messenger sent by Thermitius, Andrew came back and conveyed the messenger's intention to Luca.

"Big deal?" Luca was sitting on a stool, polishing the iron sword in his hand. The news conveyed by Andrew made him stop what he was doing. He looked up at Andrew with a puzzled look and asked, "Isn't this encirclement and suppression of Gaiseric not a top priority?" Luca was getting more and more confused about these two guys. He couldn't guess what they were thinking at all. However, they were well-known figures in the Western Empire after all, and they must have their own ideas for doing this.

"It's nothing more than grabbing the credit. Otherwise, I won't be happy to come back empty-handed after traveling thousands of miles for nothing!" Lu Jia thought to himself, and felt that his thoughts made sense. Since it is necessary, then naturally prepare.

He got up and called a hundred-man team, hastily prepared some materials, and set up a huge tent in an empty space in the camp that could accommodate a hundred-man team, but it consumed a lot of cloth and wood. He even laid a blanket on the wooden floor to make the tent look more gorgeous, at least making Luca feel that it was worthy of the taste of the two old guys.

The next morning, a huge, brand new tent appeared in the camp. Luca, who had just woken up, had no time to eat breakfast. He hurriedly prepared a suitable outfit and walked out of the tent. Because today was a big day, it would decide the life or death of the damned Vandal. He must be starving at this time. Without time to return the greeting to the guard at the gate, Luca went into the tent. There was no one inside, but the decoration inside was like a palace, which made Luca slow down his pace involuntarily.

Stepping on the soft blanket, Luca took very light steps, fearing that if he stepped too hard he would disturb the smooth fur.

There were three stools in the camp, and next to each stool was an exquisite small table, which was filled with various fruits and a full jug of wine.

Luca drank too much wine and was tired of it. He removed the wine from his table and replaced it with a full pot of boiling water. Then he sat in his seat and waited quietly. To be honest, he had been looking forward to killing that damned Vandal and his filthy subordinates who never knew how to take a bath.

"Why hasn't he come yet? Why hasn't he come yet?" Luga sat in his seat, shaking his legs anxiously. He grabbed a bunch of grapes and kept stuffing them into his mouth, because this could slightly relieve his hunger.

More than an hour later, just when Luca was getting frustrated and ready to go out to find some bread, Aetius and Thermitius finally arrived. They walked into the tent side by side, looked at Luca with a smile and said apologetically: "I'm so sorry, Mr. Luca, we were just busy with something and are late!"

"No need to be so polite, no need to be so polite, my Lords." Facing the apologies of Aetius and Thermitius, Luca waved his hands to indicate that it was not a problem. In fact, Luca had long wanted to deal with these completely meaningless negotiations as soon as possible, to enter strategic deployment as soon as possible, and to kill that damn stinky Gaiseric as soon as possible, which was the most important issue at the moment.

"Then let's get down to business." Luca couldn't wait any longer, he quickly cleaned up the mess of fruit peels and fruit plates on the table, and laid out the newly drawn military deployment map of Gaiseric handed over by Andrew who had just come in.

"Luga." Andrew leaned close to Luga's ear and whispered to him, "Gaiseric is here."

"Gaiseric!" Luga's eyes widened when he heard the name, and his busy hands stopped for a moment.

"Why is he here? And who let him in?" Luca now had a series of questions. He raised his head and looked at Aetius and Themitius who had just taken their seats. The two of them were talking and laughing, and there was no serious look on their faces as if something unexpected had happened.

"This guy must have been called by the two of them." Luga put the map back and a bold idea came into his mind at this time.

"Where is Gaiseric now?" Luga asked Andrew in a low voice.

"He is now being protected by a whole hundred men."

"The Centuriae under Aetius, right?" Luca raised the hilt of the iron sword in his hand. "Do you know his exact location now? When did he come in?"

"Just this morning. I'm afraid he knew the news yesterday." Andrew replied in a low voice.

"Okay, that's great!" Luga sneered secretly in his heart, looking at the two old guys talking and laughing by themselves. It seemed that they were still unaware of their private conversation.

"Andrew, get the entire Ninth Legion into combat mode, and send a hundred-man team to surround this place. Don't let these two old guys have any intentions." Luca smiled coldly. "These two old guys must have some unknown secrets in calling Gaiseric here. It doesn't matter. I just need to kill the protagonist of this matter. No matter how angry they are, they can't do anything to me."

Luga immediately bent down slightly, holding his stomach with his hands and frowning, and said to them with an apologetic tone: "Sorry, my stomach is uncomfortable. It must be a small problem because I ate too much fruit."

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Before they could react or even say "oh", Luca quickly walked out of the tent.

"Sir Luca!" He hadn't taken a few steps when Thermitius called him from behind. "Sir, you don't have to act with us anymore. I know what you think." Thermitius' words made Luca stop. Turning back, Luca found that the two of them had stopped talking and were looking at him with a half-smile.

"Sir Gaiseric was invited by both of us, so I know that the conflict between you and the other two is very deep. It would be better for us to be the middleman and discuss the source of the conflict and try to let us deal with these not-so-big problems." Aetius picked up the wine glass, pointed to the door, and then said: "He must be the one who is troubling you. You don't need to come to him. We have already invited him outside."

He had just been here for one day, and he was already calling him "Sir" all the time. Aetius' actions made Luca more and more confused. What did he mean? What did this mean? Luca stood there, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

I feel really uncomfortable today, my whole body aches, so I'm going to update one more chapter. I feel so uncomfortable. I've been working day and night for a while and my body is already broken. Sorry!

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