Chapter 545: Valentinian's Throne

"So, Mr. Luca is also a loyal subject of Rome, which means he supports Valentinian to become the only Augustus of Rome." Aetius secretly calculated in his heart that he must meet Augustus next, and as soon as possible.

"Speaking of this, I need to discuss it with Valentinian." Luca thought for a moment and said to Aetius.

"No, there is absolutely no need for that, Lord Luca!" After hearing Luca's proposal, Aetius immediately refused without thinking.

"I can't imagine what kind of conspiracy you are thinking right now, Luca." Aetius pointed to the Roman city gate not far away, and said to Luca: "I can't get in here, and it's impossible for you to get in. I have a suggestion. I will send a special envoy to meet with Augustus, because Rome has been occupied by you by despicable means, so you make your own decision. Of course, I don't want you to interfere with the meeting between my envoy and Augustus."

"Of course," Luca just smiled at Aetius's unreasonable request, because this thing couldn't scare him at all. "Augustus is in Rome, and Rome has rejected you. Under such circumstances, you don't seem to be qualified to make such a request."

"I have no intention of arguing with you." Aetius raised his hands and shrugged, pointing to the east, and said to Luca in a stern voice: "The position of Augustus of Eastern Rome is now vacant. Both the Senate and the local nobles are eyeing this position covetously. I'm afraid you can afford to waste time here, but His Majesty Augustus Valentinian may not have the time."

"You are threatening me, Lord Aetius. You should know that if you delay Augustus, no matter what, you will be blamed for leading the army to block the gate of Rome." At this point, Luca seemed to suddenly understand something. He widened his eyes and deliberately pretended to be surprised and said to Aetius: "I suddenly forgot that your son Gaudentius proposed to Augustus's youngest daughter Obelias, but you actually treated the members of the Purple Room with such an arrogant attitude. I'm afraid that the moody Augustus will have other ideas about the marriage between his youngest daughter and your son."

This sentence touched Aetius's soft spot. Aetius' face turned pale. He must have been asking, "How did you know that?" Aetius didn't say a word. It seemed that he wanted to evade the topic. After a long time, Aetius finally said, "No matter what, leave everything to Valentinian. He is already an adult!"

"Luga! Luga! Luga!"

Valentinian couldn't control his inner impulse in the palace again. He smashed everything he could see. He was breathing heavily, and his already weak body could not bear the outburst of his anger.

He repeated the man's name over and over again, wondering in his head whether this guy was a friend or an enemy.

"Who is he? Who is he?"

All of this seemed to be a circle that was tightly tied together. A strange voice echoed in his head, questioning Valentinian over and over again. Valentinian also answered over and over again without getting tired of it: "Who is he? Luca! Who is he? Luca!..."

Suddenly, Valentinian stopped his madness and paused like a lifelike statue. The whole house became quiet, like the calm after a storm, and only a slight gasp could be heard.

Valentinian stared at the messy ground in front of him with wide eyes, his eyes turned red with anger, but he actually calmed down, he seemed to have found the answer.

"who is he?"

"Flavius ​​Luca, adopted son of Theodosius." Valentinian's eyes turned cold, and his voice sounded like a devil from hell.

At night, an uninvited guest came to Luga's military camp. She was sitting in a simple carriage and had only three guards, all of whom were familiar faces to Luga.

"Why are you here?" Luca watched them walk in from the back door of the barracks, put down their cloaks and took off their helmets. They were Matteolius, Belialius and John Antiochus.

There was another person behind them. He got off the carriage and hid behind the three people, as if waiting for Luga's attention. Fortunately, through the firelight, Luga noticed his presence.

"Who is he?" Luca asked, pointing at the man who deliberately hid himself.

Before the three of them could answer, this girl revealed her identity. She pulled open the hood covering her head, revealing a pale face with light makeup.

"Likinia, why are you here?" Luga saw her and his eyes widened. He could hardly believe his eyes, but it really happened.

"We all know about your conversation with Aetius today." Belialiu said, shaking his head. "My God, you must have been forced to make such a decision."

Luca did not hear a word of what Belia said. All his attention was on Augusta Liginia.

"I believe you must have read the letter my father left for you. By the way, he is also your father." Likinia's eyes were red, she stared at Luga, her eyes clearly revealing resentment and confusion.

"Likinia." Luga looked at her seriously and explained, "I understand what you are thinking now, but it is not as simple as you think."

"Is it because you have no desire for power, or is it because of your hatred for me that even seeing me once would make you suffer?" It sounded like her heart was being torn apart. Li Jinia finally couldn't control her emotions and let tears flow.

"No, no, no, Likinia, that's not what I meant!" Luca explained hurriedly, but he seemed to be hesitant to speak when he opened his mouth. He really couldn't find a topic to talk about.

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"Listen, Licinia, I, my sister." Luca looked at Licinia seriously, stretched out his hands and placed them on her slightly trembling shoulders. "You should understand the current situation. Aetius is trying every means to find my weakness, but I can't be careless or careless."

"Enough! These are all excuses!" Licinia interrupted Luca, like an angry, unreasonable shrew, slapping Luca's hands and grabbing his clothes. "Are you ostracizing me? You are lying. You have been hating me from the beginning to the end. In the end, it is not because you are afraid of Aetius, but because you hate me. Come on, speak out your hatred in your heart, insult me ​​with the most vicious words you can imagine, and make me unbearable until I turn around and leave. You want to do this anyway, don't you?"

This poor woman, even if she said she was heartless, her tears were streaming down her face like raindrops, and she was crying like a tearful person. No matter who it was, no one would have the heart to hurt her because of her.

"You are my weak spot." Facing her scolding, Luca did not get angry. Instead, he said to her in the most gentle way he could: "You, Eudolia, are my weak spot. You can put me to death."

Such words stunned Li Jiniya. She opened her eyes wide with tears in her eyes, and there was clear shock in her eyes. The tears washed away the resentment and confusion, leaving only emotion.

"Really?" Li Jinia's voice trembled with excitement. "Is everything you said true?"

Luca just nodded slightly, as if he agreed.

(End of this chapter)