Chapter 582 The Spear and Shield of Rome

"This is the edict of the new day, Caesar." The wooden door was pushed open by the guards, and a courtier walked into Luca's office holding a stack of parchment scrolls. In front of the desk, there were parchment scrolls placed randomly all around, stacked up one after another, making people feel that this office of Augustus was more like a miniature leather workshop.

Luga sat in it, and the parchment scrolls around him piled up together to form a castle, and he was in the middle of it, almost surrounded by this "castle".

"Caesar, this is the edict from the province of Numidia. It was a few days late because of the long journey." The courtier said, carefully placing the edict on a small hill to the right of Luca, because that was where Luca had not yet finished reading and making his reply.

There is also a small hill on the left side of Luga, but it pales in comparison to the one on the right.

Augustus's job was certainly not an easy one. Even though he was wearing a shirt inlaid with gold threads, with a silver plate full of fruits and a large glass of champagne at his hands, his frown could not relax at all. It can be said that Luca got a headache when he saw the piles of parchment scrolls.

He put down a parchment scroll, then picked up another one and opened it. He just glanced at it roughly. It probably took him no more than half a minute to open and put it down again.

"These are all meaningless things. You dare to take credit for giving two loaves of bread to a beggar? Are you doing good deeds just for me to see? Then what's the point of muttering God while eating every day!" Luca said dissatisfiedly. His dissatisfaction could be heard from his attitude and tone. He looked up and saw the new pile of bread. One can imagine how he felt at that time.

"Go, go, give all these to Jovian. Oh, my God, my eyes are blurry and I can't see anything clearly. Oh, look at this piece of nonsense!" Luca slumped in his seat and stretched his waist. He called out to the courtier, "Go, go, and the palace steward. An old man doesn't need such good eyesight in his old age. I still have a long time to live!"

"But there is another letter. I'm afraid Caesar must take a look at it." The courtier said, taking out a beautifully framed parchment from his arms and handing it to Luca.

"What is this?" Luca asked, looking at the parchment letter with a puzzled look on his face. "Could it be that some old man wants to find an official position for his son? Oh my God, is it necessary to write such a mysterious letter? Oh, what a headache!"

Seeing that Luca couldn't help complaining before he even opened the letter, the courtier quickly explained: "No, no, no, Caesar, this is a letter from Rome. The owner of this letter claims to be your old friend, Caesar."

"Old friend, from Rome?" Luca muttered, and curiosity drove him to open the parchment letter immediately, not caring about the slight pain in his red and swollen eyes.

"It's Aresio." After a long silence, Luca sighed lightly, and then he looked a lot more relaxed.

"It seems that I am not done with those guys in the west yet. I thought that since this incident happened..." Luga quickly shut up because he realized that there was an outsider involved.

"Go ahead, there is nothing for you to do here." Luca waved at the courtier. The courtier picked up a pile of parchments, bowed slightly to Luca, and then walked out.

"It seems that the Roman Senate has also realized the seriousness of the problem, and has to put aside its pride and come to me for help." Luca thought secretly in his heart and couldn't help laughing, but soon he realized that the door was not closed yet, so he hurriedly restrained his smile.

At this time in Milan, Aetius was also sitting in a daze among piles of parchment scrolls. After all, his feud with Attila made him, who had always been sensitive, realize that confrontation with Attila was inevitable.

The tight finances and the exhausted soldiers whose combat effectiveness was greatly reduced were all heavy blows to him.

"Sir, this is a letter from Mechorian." The subordinate handed over a parchment letter. Aetius put down the parchment in his hand and took the letter.

"So, Attila wanted to enter from Gaul. Ha, that's incredible!" Aetius smiled and shook his head, then put the parchment aside, looking disapproving.

"Sir, what did Mojorian say?" Litolo on the side couldn't help but ask.

"He said that there was no movement of the Huns south of Dalmatia and Pannonia. On the contrary, we actually found the Huns' army on the Rhine defense line and attacked our garrisons along the river." Aetius spoke slowly, tapping the map on the table in front of him and said, "This matter is clear as day. Attila will definitely attack from here."

"Could this be a deception tactic of Attila, to deceive us and divert our attention from the Rhine defense line in Gaul, so that he can attack Italy directly from Pannonia and Dalmatia instead?" Littorio said with some concern: "After all, Augustus is in Rome. Whether we capture Ravenna or Rome, it will be of no benefit to us!"

"Littorius, my old friend, you don't know Attila." Aetius smiled and shook his head at Littorius, then said, "Attila never likes to bluff. Wherever he wants to attack, his intention is obvious, because he never thought that anyone could stop his spear and horse hoof, at least no one now."

"So, sir, you conclude that Attila will definitely attack from the Gaul province?"

"Perhaps he just wanted to inspect his dowry. This greedy guy is still brooding over this almost joke." Aetius showed a hint of contempt on his face, but he also felt a little sad and lamentable. After all, they used to be steadfast comrades-in-arms, but from now on, they are no longer, or rather, they have become enemies.

"Andrew, get ready now. Dispatch the troops from Asia and cooperate with half of the capital garrison troops. We will go west."

"Really? Caesar, have they come to your understanding? I mean, have they asked us for help?"

"I don't know, Andrew, but I am sure that the Senate must be looking forward to our arrival." Luca said confidently. His fingers kept tapping on the wooden table in front of him, making a clanging sound. The brisk sound revealed that he was happy at the moment. It was obvious that Luca couldn't wait to go back to Western Rome to take a look. Maybe he was not used to the current life in Constantinople.

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The streets were filled with neatly dressed troops, especially those guarding Constantinople who were about to go to war. There was no reason not to admit that there would be big moves in Constantinople.

Luga, dressed in military uniform, turned around and saw Likinia. She looked unhappy, lying in the corner, sticking her head out and staring at Luga blankly.

"Are you leaving?" Likinia asked.

"Yes, go to Rome to discuss how to fight Attila." Luca did not hide anything from Liginia and answered her directly. Fortunately, they can trust each other.

Li Jiniya didn't say anything, just nodded silently. She was about to speak but stopped, as if she had something to hide.

"Don't worry." Lu Jia came over and put his hand on her shoulder, saying to her: "When I come back, I will give you an explanation."

At this time, Li Jinia smiled, and the dark clouds on her face disappeared without a trace in an instant.

(End of this chapter)