Chapter 573 Exploration

Well, now everything seems to be cleared up, and the truth is out. Luca, who knew the answer, was not happy at all. On the contrary, he was panicked. He thought he had everything under control, but the reality gave him a bucket of cold water, which chilled him to the bone.

"What's wrong, Luka? Why are you asking about this?" Arya saw the vague uneasiness that inadvertently appeared on Luka's face, and was even curious, so she asked Luka what was going on.

"No, it's nothing, Mom. It's none of your business." Luga shook his hands repeatedly, telling Arya with his gestures that he hoped she would not get involved in this matter.

Arya was a wise woman after all, and she realized that Luka didn't want her to know too much, so she simply didn't ask, so as not to upset Luka.

Luga forced himself to smile in response to Arya's warm hospitality, but he was worried in his heart. After hastily finishing his chicken and drinking champagne, Luga was eager to set off.

If this will is fake, then who is most likely to create such false information? "Mom, I have to ask you a question." Lu Jia hesitated for a moment, and finally asked: "I need to issue an order to the local area recently, so I need an aide who can issue orders to assist me, preferably someone close to my father."

"Oh, yes, yes, you do need it." Arya nodded continuously, then lowered her head and thought: "Olivius, who originally came from Athens, was the writer of the edict issued by your father. After your father passed away, he retired and returned to his hometown. I don't know if he will serve you."

"I don't care about that. I just want to confirm some things with him. The truth will soon come out!" Luca said. He seemed impatient and wanted to set off to Athens right now to find that guy and ask him clearly.

Having made up his mind, Luca naturally had no time to wait. He hurriedly said goodbye to Arya, went back to pack up, and then left Constantinople under the leadership of the guards and headed south towards Athens.

Olevisius probably never imagined that such an uninvited guest would come to his home.

As soon as he got home, he saw his wife rushing towards him. Before he could scream in fear, he saw his wife covering his mouth and pushing him out the door. She didn't let go until they were at a place where no one was, which puzzled Olevisius.

"Oh, what's the matter? Why are you so reckless, you crazy woman! You really scared me just now!" Olevisius complained and pushed his wife away.

"Oh, my God, what have you done? You're in big trouble, you know?" Olevisius's wife looked at him nervously and whispered, "Do you know who's here?"

"who?"

Seeing his wife so nervous, Olevisius' heart skipped a beat. He thought to himself that he didn't go out to gamble, nor did he owe any unnecessary foreign debts. Besides, could he have offended someone accidentally? In that case, he could have scolded him for being uneducated in public, but he wouldn't have visited him and sat at home.

"Sir Olevisius, you are here!"

When Olevisius was thinking hard, a greeting brought him back to reality. When he looked up, he saw a young man looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Are you my guest?" Olevisius pointed at the man and asked in confusion.

"No, not only that, there is another person waiting inside. He has been waiting for you here for a long time. Please follow me in, Mr. Olevisius."

Seeing that the latter was so forceful in inviting him, and considering that the key point was that he was in his own home, Olevisius thought about it and decided to go in. However, as soon as he took a step, his wife grabbed him tightly from behind.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Although these were comforting words, the key point was that Olevisius himself was unsure, so he simply left his life to God, took a deep breath and went into the house.

When they arrived at the yard, Olevisius realized why his wife was so nervous, because there were fully armed guards standing in neat rows, with no intention of concealing their identities. As they watched Olevisius walk in, their gazes moved slowly along the way, and their momentum almost made Olevisius' wife faint.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Olevisius kept comforting his wife, but he was also sweating profusely. He thought to himself: It turned out to be someone from the Purple Chamber. Could it be that the palace coup affected me?

I finally thought about retiring and staying away from it, but what is coming will come and there is no way to avoid it.

After finally arriving at the door that he was very familiar with, Olevisius was so frightened that he could not even lift his feet. He finally entered the house, but the light dimmed and he saw a man sitting with his back to him, surrounded by guards.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" Olevisius stretched his neck and asked nervously.

"Oh, of course, Lord Olyvicius." The man chuckled and turned around. Olyvicius took a deep breath and his wide eyes revealed full of disbelief.

"You, I seem to have seen you somewhere before!" Olevisius pointed at Luca, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then replied: "You are the adopted son of Augustus, no, the adopted son of the former Augustus, and then, and then!"

Thinking of this, a sudden flash of inspiration came to Olevisius, who quickly knelt on one knee in front of Luca. He explained while trembling, "Caesar, I didn't expect it to be you!"

"No need to be so polite, Your Excellency Olivius." Luca stood up quickly, helped Olivius up, and handed him a parchment letter, then said, "I came here this time just to ask you, Your Excellency, do you know what this letter is about?"

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Olevisius reached out his hand tremblingly, took the letter and read it carefully.

"Is this Theodosius's will?" Olevisius looked at the letter in his hand in surprise, and said to Luca, "The predecessor Augustus died suddenly and did not leave any will before his death."

"That's the problem, Lord Olevisius. I just want to know who could have deceived the world with such a letter, and also deceived me. Whenever I think of this, I toss and turn and can't rest. I always feel like there is a hand on my neck that is almost choking me, so I want to find the owner of this hand."

"Caesar wants to find out through me who else has the ability to forge a will, right?"

Olevisius frowned, and kept grinding the surface of the parchment with his two rough fingers. He said solemnly, "No, Caesar, this paper doesn't look like the parchment used in our court. We use lambskin from Asia. Why does this paper make me feel like it's from the Apennines?"

"Italy..." Luca was even more confused. Could it be that the mastermind behind the scenes was from Western Rome, most likely from the Naples region or Rome?

"Who is it? Who is it?"

Luca asked himself over and over again in his heart.

(End of this chapter)