Chapter 666 The Vandal Messenger (Part 1)

Luca and Licinia talked in the house all night, and everything seemed to be agreed upon until they went out at noon the next day.

It is difficult to describe the process in detail. In short, when Luca and Likinia walked out of the room, Likinia did not look as angry as she did yesterday.

Luca came out first, he was dressed neatly, Likinia followed behind, she leaned against the door, watching Luca's back as he walked away. Her eyes seemed to contain other meanings.

It was so meaningful, as if she had something to say, but she couldn't say it. She couldn't tell what was causing her such a dilemma.

But it is undeniable that Li Jinia has no complaints.

Outside the bedroom, John Antiochus had already been waiting at the door. He was a little hurried and couldn't help pacing back and forth in front of the door, constantly asking the guards at the door what Augustus was doing.

But the answer he got was always "Caesar is still resting and not seeing anyone."

He was thinking about asking the guard to go in and remind him that there was an important matter, but when he saw the guard at the gate looking displeased, John Antiochus began to back down.

John Antiochus could only wait at the door anxiously when Luca appeared in front of the door. The guards guarding the gate hurriedly bowed their heads and signaled.

Seeing Luca appear, John Antiochus hurried to meet him. He said to Luca in a panic: "Caesar, Caesar, something big has happened!"

"What has made you so flustered?" Luka was puzzled. He continued, "Did something go wrong in the palace?"

"No, it's not, Caesar." John Antiochus shook his head and continued, "It's the Vandal messengers, the messengers sent by the Vandals, they want to talk to you, Caesar."

"Talk?" Luca turned his head and looked at John Antiochus with a puzzled look. Obviously, Luca was very confused and very interested in this. After all, the bastard Gaiseric was Luca's old rival. He sent an envoy at this time, and he must have other intentions in terms of communication.

"Where is the messenger now?"

"Waiting outside the palace, Caesar."

"Great, this old fox, you want to see if I have the ability to deal with him, right?" Luga's words were full of excitement. He paced back and forth and rubbed his hands quickly, thinking in his mind how to give this bold guy who dared to come here a warning.

"It seems that I need to entertain this guest from afar." Luca thought secretly, and said to John Antiochus: "John, I need you to help me gather all the officers and senior officers in Constantinople to my meeting hall. I want to teach this guest from afar a lesson."

At this time, outside the palace, looking at the tall city gate and the towering city wall in front of him, Kessel could not see the whole picture of the palace. The tall city wall blocked his sight.

He stood at the city gate and looked up. It was as if he was standing at the feet of a giant. He was so small, like the gap between an ant and an elephant.

He did not seem to be welcome. This giant city that coexisted with Western Rome and was the top symbol of the entire civilized world did not seem to welcome a barbarian like him.

He paced back and forth in front of the door. Several hours had passed since the last courtier he had come into contact with entered, but he still had not received any response.

The long wait had already made him hungry, but he still persisted, so as not to let the guards who were staring at them in front of the city gate see their vulgarity.

Kessel was wearing a brown gown with a white toga over it. He dressed like this in an attempt to imitate the Romans. After all, when you are in Rome, you should act like the Romans, and the same is true in Constantinople.

He was very nervous. Even the long wait did not make him feel relieved. He was a little afraid to meet the once-mighty conqueror. After all, every adult Vandal had seen the endless sails outside the city of Carthage and the Vandal navy that had been beaten into a rout.

Now he had to face the demon who had repeatedly defeated Gaiseric. All the words and expressions he had thought of along the way were repeated over and over again in Kessel's heart. He was reviewing them so as not to embarrass them, the Vandals, in front of the new Augustus.

During this period, it can be said that he has been observing this country since he landed in Attila. Of course, the impact of Attila's war to the south has not been eliminated until now. There are destroyed towns and villages everywhere. They will all suffer the fate of being abandoned, but there are still many towns and villages that have survived. The hard-won peaceful days have made these places full of vitality.

What Cather never expected was that these Romans had no resistance to the foreign Augustus. They just lived their lives as usual, singing praises and giving thanks to the great Lord from time to time. There was also a legend that the new Augustus had once again defeated Attila's attack in Gaul and successfully saved the Western civilized world.

Yes, how could Augustus, who always brought news of victory one after another, not be loved by the people? At least in daily chats, there was always laughter and joy, but never any anger.

The Romans and Greeks believed in their Augustus. Along the way, Cassell hardly heard the Greeks say anything bad about their Basileus, except for some nobles who called Luca a robber.

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A long sound of a door opening interrupted Kessel's thoughts. Kessel raised his head and saw the door slowly opening. A courtier in a milky white toga came in front of Kessel under the escort of four soldiers and said to Kessel in a deep voice: "Great Augustus, Caesar Lucucanus has agreed to meet with you, the Vandal envoy."

This reminder was not a big deal, but it made Kessel's heart rise to his throat. He mechanically nodded repeatedly at the courtier in front of him, and with a blank mind, he followed the courtier into the palace.

As expected of the residence of Augustus of Rome, this place looks like a small city, or rather, it is like an isolated island in such a big city as Constantinople, an island full of flowers, green trees and various gorgeous statues.

"This is the Great Palace of Constantine, built during the time of Constantine." The courtier led the way and introduced the palace to Kessel. "There are several palaces like this in Constantinople. They are the residences of Basilus in different months."

Listening to the courtier's introduction, Kessel looked around like a country bumpkin. He looked at the palace like a child who had never seen the world, and saw the church that was still under expansion.

Yes, Roman Augustus was rich. He could use countless money to hire people, purchase materials, and then build the palace he wanted.

As he walked, he secretly sighed at the prominent status and noble identity of Roman Augustus. After all, who would not envy such a mansion? However, he could not show his useless expression. He could only suppress his inner shock and walked forward step by step.

(End of this chapter)