Chapter 542 The sharpest spear, the strongest shield
In response to Tereus's unbearable questioning, Aetius's eyes were deep and the smile on his face gradually faded.
"I knew you would be tempted to ask questions."
He looked at the Roman wall full of soldiers from afar, turned his head to look to his right, and saw a slave standing five steps away, holding a heavy soldier's baton in his hand.
Aetius raised his hand to signal the slave to bring the scepter. The slave dared not disobey and hurriedly ran up with the scepter in his hands and handed it to Aetius respectfully with both hands.
"Tereus, you also understand the function of this thing in my hand." Aetius held the soldier's scepter in one hand, and his thumb kept polishing the golden scepter. He stared at the scepter, looking at the various gems inlaid on it over and over again.
"This thing is of great value, and the other value it implies is unparalleled." Whenever Aetius saw this scepter, it seemed as if this thing had a kind of fascinating magic. Even the most determined guy in the world would be dazed when seeing it.
"What a beautiful, yet dangerous thing!"
Aetius sighed as he sat upright on the gorgeous and soft bed, holding the scepter. Through the scepter, Aetius' eyes were filled with the shadow of the scepter. From the scepter, he seemed to see everything he wanted to see and get.
But he quickly closed his eyes, as if he had some restraint in his greed, which reminded him to stay awake at all times and not let this terrible thing occupy his heart and then do something more impulsive and terrible.
"You know, Tereus," Aetius said slowly, "I only need to point the most gorgeous tip of this scepter to where the sharpest part of the Roman soldiers' weapons will follow closely."
Tereus could not understand why Aetius said these seemingly meaningless words. His mind was now filled with thoughts on how to convince Aetius not to waste time, but he did not know where to start with such a topic.
"If combined with excellent command ability and sufficient supplies, this scepter can destroy all enemies that the holder wants to destroy, and ultimately defeat everything." Aetius waved the scepter and gestured in his hand. The way he looked at the scepter was meaningful.
"Tereus," Aetius said softly, "Anyone who can pick up and use this thing must have a heart of steel, and more importantly, a sense of propriety. You must know that the decisions you make in a moment of anger will often bring you consequences that you cannot afford after you succeed and calm down. It can even be said that the power that the scepter grants you can only give you a momentary pleasure, but it will drink your blood and devour your soul afterwards."
"So, my lord, you are hesitating?" Therese asked tentatively, "You are afraid of making a big mistake, so you are hesitating whether to do something extreme in your mind. You are also making a choice, but you don't know which choice is more suitable for the current situation and in line with your wishes?"
"No, you are wrong, Tereus, absolutely wrong!" Aetius smiled and shook his head at Tereus, then said: "I have made my choice. Look, I have been killing time recently. Isn't that my choice?"
Killing time is an option? Tereus was full of doubts. He had no idea what Aetius was up to.
"I know what you are wondering, Tereus." Aetius smiled, then picked up the wine glass and gestured with his eyes that there was a silver cup on the small table next to Tereus. He wanted Tereus to have a drink with him.
Tereus' performance at this time was terrible. He looked at Aetius, then at the wine glass on the table, hesitated for a moment, and finally walked over and picked up the glass.
The slaves at the side hurried over to pour the wine, and then Aetius smiled and raised his glass, saying to Tereus: "Leisure time is always fleeting. Come on, raise your glass to this beautiful weather."
Tereus clinked glasses with Aetius and imitated Aetius by drinking the wine in the glass.
It can only be said that wine is indeed a good thing. After drinking a glass, the anxiety and restlessness in my heart were all soothed and eased. Maybe Aetius often drank just for this moment of peace, but what was he waiting for? Tereus didn't quite understand.
In the palace of Rome, Valentinian sat alone at a large dining table, which was filled with various delicacies and wines. The maids stood by, waiting for Valentinian to eat.
But Valentinian didn't seem to have an appetite. He stared blankly at the oil lamp on the dining table, with the flickering flames in his brown eyes.
He had been on a hunger strike for two days, and hunger made him look depressed and as if he was seriously ill. This was no small matter.
“Tap, tap, tap…”
A series of footsteps were heard, followed by the sound of a maid opening the door. Except for Valentinian, everyone else looked up and saw Augusta Licinia coming in.
Her steps were light and made no sound. She was dressed in a white robe, making her look like an Olympian goddess who had fallen to earth.
She walked to the other end of the table and stood opposite Valentinian, staring at the hunger-striking Augustus. But Valentinian was oblivious to all this, as if he only saw the flickering fire.
Seeing that the Cold War was not a good solution, Liginia thought that this was not a solution. After all, Augustus was not the same as an ordinary person. If anything happened to him, it would not be a good thing for anyone present.
Likinia finally spoke. She hesitated for a moment and said, "In any case, eat something. God will not bless you if you starve yourself."
"Favor? Haha!" Valentinian sneered, raised his head and glared at Liginia. This was his wife, but in his eyes she was a woman more hateful than his mother. "Tell me, Liginia, where is he now?"
"I don't know!" Liginia answered decisively. She did not give in at all on this point, and she had never given in.
"Ha, you don't know?" Valentinian raised his head, staring at Licinia with red eyes, and said viciously: "I'm afraid you don't intend to let me know that he led the army to besiege Rome!"
In response to Valentinian's questioning, Licinia remained silent. She stared at Valentinian closely, and even without saying a word, her momentum was not at all inferior. During this time, Licinia did not forget to glare at the maids standing behind Valentinian, and the women were so scared that they quickly lowered their heads.
"Oh, Licinia, Licinia! I am surprised to find that you seem to totally ignore me, Augustus!" Valentinian said, slowly standing up and glaring at Licinia. He was so angry that he wished he could turn into a bloodthirsty beast right now and eat this young beauty alive.
"Listen, you damn woman!" Valentinian pointed at Licinia and said with gritted teeth: "What qualifications do you think you have to show off in front of me? I understand, I understand everything, I see everything clearly! You are just a poor parasite. If it weren't for your father, you would be nothing. Of course, now, you have nothing! You poor creature, remember the attitude you should have when talking to me!"
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What an insult this was! Licinia gritted her teeth and silently endured Valentinian's unwarranted accusations and insults.
"A woman who can't even serve your husband is such a failure!" Valentinian sarcastically and mocked, turning around and grabbing a maid, and without giving the maid any chance to resist, he hugged her in his arms.
"Look, such a young girl!" Valentinian said like a madman.
The maid was terrified. She stood there with her eyes wide open, like a log, allowing Valentinian to do whatever he wanted.
Valentinian saw the complicated expression on Licinia's face, which was more like torture, and it gave him great satisfaction in his desire to express his feelings.
He started to escalate.
Valentinian's face was full of greed and pride. Yes, he wanted to see what Licinia, who was suffering from humiliation and torture, was like. This cold, self-righteous woman.
Licinia watched Valentinian do evil things. As Augusta, she had to watch her husband being rude to others. What kind of torture was this? Perhaps only Licinia knew the answer in her heart.
This is not enough, far from enough! The maid's panting filled the open room, and Valentinian's face was full of the pleasure of desire and the hideousness of the perverted psychological satisfaction when torturing others.
A tear inadvertently ran across Li Jiniya's face. She clenched her teeth, reached out to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, slightly raised her chin and head, trying to prevent the tears in her eyes from flowing out.
"Look at this, you bitch!" Valentinian laughed wildly at Licinia, "Listen to the sound, a woman of noble blood can't catch up with this slave, ha, ha ha!"
Valentinian laughed wildly. Liginia, who was standing opposite, felt that she was almost out of breath. Her heart seemed to have stopped beating at that moment. Especially the gazes of others, the meaningful gazes cast at her by those lowly maids were enough to suffocate her.
"Get out of here! Get out of here!" Li Jiniya said secretly in her heart. She turned around mechanically like a puppet, listening to the shouting that was tearing her ears, and walked faster and faster step by step.
Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes like beads that had broken off the string, and the blood flowing in her heart was like a raging storm that washed away her dignity, which was as fragile as mud and sand, and shattered it all over the ground.
(End of this chapter)