Chapter 235 Negotiation



Chapter 235 Negotiation

"Well done, Belia, but I have a question for you." Luca's voice began to soften, because the army behind him gave him the greatest sense of security, but he never expected that the one who organized the army's attack this time was Belia. "How did you get here? And you were able to incite an entire army to smash your own gate. Your future is limitless!"

"Who would have known? I just came here to deliver supplies. How could I have imagined that your army would be sitting outside the camp? The assembly call was blown inside, but the camp gate was closed and no one was allowed in. I knew something was wrong."

In response to Luga's praise, Belialiu relaxed his frown and laughed at Luga.

"Okay, okay, Belia, stay." Seeing him laughing, Luga quickly stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "That's enough, stop here, we still have more difficult problems!"

"Luca, oh no, Lord Luca." Themitius' tone was extremely low. He was afraid, because Luca now had 10,000 people in his hands. They had an absolute advantage in both quantity and quality. For a guy like Themitius who was used to playing both sides, he could see clearly that Aetius had lost the advantage of intimidation. He never thought that such a mistake would happen, and it was his own fault at the critical moment. He should not have sat so close. I think this little guy did not have such a good psychological quality. He should have been weak in the knees after being frightened like this. "Alas!" Themitius sighed. It was his own fault. This word could not be more appropriate to describe Themitius at this time.

Looking back at Aetius, he had never pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword since he put it away that time. Facing the huge army behind Luca, he instead breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was relieved.

"Why, isn't he afraid? Really, isn't he afraid that I will rush up and kill him?" Luca looked at Aetius, who was still calm, and then looked at the soldiers around him. After all, they were a temporary team, and they were very hesitant in the face of Luca's army. If they insisted on fighting for the so-called face, the outcome of a deadly fight would not be a win-win situation.

"Wait a moment!"

Aetius held out his hand to stop them, "I think I need to negotiate. We are all Romans, and I think there must be some misunderstanding between us."

"Yes, yes, yes, negotiate! Negotiate!" Thermitius realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he felt that he didn't have much blood left to bleed. If Luca continued to drag him around like a rabbit, his old bones would really not be able to bear it!

"Negotiation?" Luga sneered. This was nothing more than a final fight under an absolute disadvantageous situation, but it was also the only chance for both sides to communicate.

Should he laugh at Aetius, the most powerful man in the Western Roman Empire, for being a coward who was afraid of death, or should he feel sorry for Thermitius, a clown? Everyone turned their eyes to Luca, expecting what decision the decision-maker of this battle would make.

"Kutong!"

“Ouch! Ouch!”

There was a dull sound, followed by the old man's repeated cries of pain. Luca let go, and Thermitius in his hand fell to the ground, groaning on the rough ground. The captain of the guards who had just been beaten unconscious had long since recovered. He hurriedly led two soldiers to support the wounded old man and retreated, leaving Aetius and Luca face to face.

"Luka, listen to me!"

"Let's go, let's go!" Aetius was about to speak, but Luca didn't want him to say anything. Luca sighed and waved at him.

This made the soldiers confused. The political enemy who had just wanted to kill their general was forgiven by him. Forgiving the enemy is the greatest cruelty to oneself.

"Luka, otherwise, think about it carefully." Andrew stood behind Luka and persuaded him. He now felt that he had truly seen through Aetius. Aetius's status as a hero in his heart had fallen. The figure on the altar was no different from the mortals who talked and farted around him. And he had a new title: enemy!

Andrew and Luca were very familiar with their enemies, especially the political enemies within the empire. They had fallen victim to politics more than once. Thank God, they were lucky. They survived time and time again, but were sucked in again and again, as if it was a whirlpool, and he was a struggling ship on it, breaking through the waves and escaping again and again, but was sucked in again and again. Struggling hard but unable to get rid of it, being too obsessed with it would make them sink deeper and deeper, until the bottom was crushed and destroyed.

"You let the enemy of the empire go. No matter what the reason is, Aetius, you will pay the price with blood. No one will be spared. Sicily, Italy, Rome, no one can escape. I wish you a happy life and enjoy the rest of your life." Luca disagreed. His face was full of vicissitudes of life, and he felt that he had aged by a dozen years. He cursed Aetius against Rome and did not feel guilty for the extreme words. This was an unavoidable fact. From the moment Thermitius forgave Gaiseric, it was already in effect.

"Perhaps, we can still make amends, Lord Luca." Aetius did not dare to look Luca in the eye, which had never happened before. He spoke hesitantly, "Look, maybe they haven't gone too far. We still have a chance to make amends, even though they set out last night."

"Ha, I really want to thank you, Mr. Aetius." After hearing Aetius's last words, Luca could clearly know the extent to which he and Thermitius had colluded with the Vandals. This was irreversible. They took a shortcut and it didn't take long to board the ship. Luca looked up at the sun that had passed noon. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. He knew that Aetius said this just to make himself feel better, a way of shirking responsibility, so it's better not to mention it.

"I think we can't catch up with them. Let them go. It's meaningless." Luga's nose felt sore and tears came again. He quickly looked up at the sky, trying to keep the tears in his red and swollen eye sockets and never let them flow out.

He felt like a movie star. One second he wanted to have a good cry, but the next second he acted as if nothing had happened.

"Okay, okay, okay!" He raised his hands and smiled, as if it didn't matter. "Let's go home, let's go home! Not coming back, never again!" Although his expression looked calm, his trembling voice still couldn't hide his inner feelings.

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"Sir Luca." Aetius hesitated for a long time, and finally said, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." Aetius had probably never bowed his head and apologized to others, but this time, he really did it. However, even Aetius himself felt that whether he could be forgiven was slim.

"No, it doesn't matter." Luga smiled at him. "This is your fate!"

After saying this, he turned his head abruptly, his back to Aetius, his tears streaming down like a flood. He had started off badly, and his heart was dead. What should he do? Luca's choice became difficult, and he was at a loss.

(End of this chapter)


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