Chapter 275 Departure

"Sir Luca, it seems that this issue still requires me to explain it to you."

At this time, Areobinders, who had been sitting aside in silence for a long time, spoke up. He said slowly: "This is not the intention of the Senate, but the intention of your father, Augustus of the Eastern Empire."

"What? What is that?" Luca was confused. "Are you hiding something from me?" When he said this, Luca was a little angry. This scene was too familiar. Wasn't this the political conspiracy that made him suffer so much? "Please, don't let yesterday happen again!" Luca gritted his teeth, and his hand unconsciously touched the hilt of the sword on his waist. He didn't know how long he could restrain himself. The Senate, the Senate again, how could they always appear in front of him at the most critical moment like ghosts, and always successfully destroy Luca's plan. "Could it be that even Theodosius II was bewitched? What kind of sweet words can allow them to control everything at will? These damn traitors of the empire!" Luca thought to himself. He had to say that he really couldn't control himself now and drew his sword to kill the two elders from the Senate.

The status is now different from the past, is it still necessary to be restricted in every way? Lu Jia couldn't understand it. He thought that with such a huge military strength, he would not be disturbed by those politicians, but he didn't expect that it would be the opposite. They are Lu Jia's nightmare, and he can't get rid of them.

"Calm down! Calm down! Calm down!"

Beads of sweat dripped down Lujia's forehead. This shouldn't be the case. It's winter now. Strictly speaking, it's already spring. The climate isn't that hot. Maybe it's a psychological effect. This is what makes Lujia so miserable. He must stay calm because he is now the most important commander of the coalition forces, although he is not sure whether he has been sidelined at this time.

"No, Mr. Luca, we wanted to tell you that we were discussing this issue, but you went for a walk and didn't get the first notice." Areobinders said, slowly standing up and handing a parchment letter on the table to Luca. Luca took it and didn't rush to open it, but wanted to hear what Areobinders wanted to say.

"This may be beyond your expectations, and certainly beyond the expectations of all of us here." Areobinders continued, "I'm afraid we have to give up this operation, Master Luca, and we have to give up now."

"Why?" Luka felt that he was calm enough. He rubbed the parchment in his hand, venting his anger bit by bit. He thought he had done a good job, at least he didn't vent his dissatisfaction and make a fuss like he did before. He now knew that as long as he could stay calm enough, he would be able to learn the truth from these generals of the Eastern Empire.

"Attila is here!" Areobinders looked serious, staring at Luga intently, and he didn't look like he was joking. When Attila was mentioned, everyone present couldn't help but sit up straight. Although this was not the time when Attila was the most troublesome, judging from the expressions of the officers, Attila was already extraordinary.

"Where is he now?" Luga sighed. He had some knowledge of history, and he understood that Attila was constantly influencing the two empires in this era, but he didn't know how terrifying Attila was, or how terrifying the Huns were, at least for this era.

"Outside Constantine's door." Anrasis said slowly.

"Well, incredible!" Luca felt like he had finally given up. He was like a deflated ball, holding his forehead with both hands and sighing. He now understood the intention of Theodosius II. At least, Augustus had a clear definition of which of Carthage and the three provinces of North Africa was more important to Constantinople. Since the Huns were already at the gates of the city, it was natural to protect Caesar.

"Can't we give us a few more days?" Luca carefully placed the parchment on the table, raised his head and cheered for the generals present.

"I'm sorry, Lord Luca." Areobinders stood up and came to Luca. He patted Luca's shoulder and comforted him, "In fact, we just learned about this situation, but there is nothing we can do. I hope you can understand. After all, the Huns came too suddenly, and the gold tribute they demanded was beyond Augustus's ability to afford. In order to allow us to successfully attack Carthage, His Majesty Augustus has doubled the gold tribute, but this still cannot satisfy the Huns, so we have to give up!"

"I also hope that Lord Luca will not misunderstand us."

At this time, John, who had been silent for a long time and sat opposite Luca, spoke up. He said, "We two came here to negotiate with the Vandals under the orders of Theodosius II and Valentinian III, two Augustus. After all, all our logistics now have to ensure that the expeditionary corps from the Eastern Empire can return to the Balkans without losses to participate in the defense against the Huns."

So many people kept talking, and the general meaning of what they said was that Luga could understand them and understand the difficulties that the Eastern Empire was facing now. Luga was tired of listening to this and he didn't want to listen anymore.

"Okay, okay!"

Luka waved his hand, signaling them to stop advising him. It wasn't that Luka had let it go, but that he had given up. This was the general trend, and no matter how hard he argued, he would not get the slightest permission from everyone present, so he simply stopped wasting words and let them do whatever they wanted.

"Once again, failed?"

Just like Zhuge Liang's six expeditions to Qishan, Jiang Wei's nine expeditions to the Central Plains, and the twelve golden medals sent back to Yue Fei. Time and time again, full of hope, but disappointed again and again, whose fault is it? The imperial authority Augustus himself? Or the Huns who were thousands of miles away and only saw once! Who can explain it clearly, and who can change anything?

"Luca..." The generals present were moved. They realized that their well-intentioned persuasion was only expressing the rights and interests they needed, but these rights and interests had deeply hurt the ambitious young man in front of them, the adopted son recognized by Theodosius.

"Stop talking!"

Luca tried his best to restrain himself. He said nothing, and did not even show the slightest sadness on his face. He stood up, handed the parchment back to Areobinders, and said with a smile: "Go back, may God bless you with a safe journey."

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This smile made Areobinders a little dazed. He lowered his head, stretched out his trembling hands and slowly took the parchment. Luga didn't even look at it from beginning to end. He didn't want to read it. It was all meaningless nonsense, which just asked him to give up his current action. Well, as you wish, Luga gave up.

"Luka, we still have..."

Areobinders didn't know how to comfort this young man who looked so good but was actually so miserable that he felt ashamed. He wanted to say that there was still hope. Maybe in two years, the threat from the Huns would be over and they could reunite here to discuss how to recover the lost territory. But Luca didn't listen. He stood up and left his back to Areobinders and everyone else present. He walked out without looking back, because only Luca knew that the last chance to recover Carthage and defeat the Vandals had been extinguished.

(End of this chapter)