Chapter 695: The Bow is Broken

In winter, the dry Constantinople was snowing lightly. The falling snow was like an old friend that the citizens of Constantinople had not seen for a long time. They walked out of their houses one after another. The cold wind made them tighten their clothes and spread their hands to welcome the angel that had descended from the sky.

Although it melts as soon as it touches your hand and disappears without a trace without you noticing, the beauty that is so easily fading is all the more reason for people to cherish and cling to it.

A carriage wobbled along the wide streets of Constantinople until it stopped at the Augustus Forum outside the Flavian Palace in the center of the city.

John Antiochus hurriedly got off the carriage, looked up at the world covered in snow, tightened his clothes, and walked quickly towards the palace.

"John Antiochus wants to see you!"

The heavy voice of the guard came from outside the door, which made Luca, who was sitting on the throne in the meeting room, have a ray of light in his empty eyes. He raised his head and saw John Antiochus walking towards him in a very loose coat.

"I hope it's not too cold outside to make you dress so heavily."

"Because I have something more valuable to bring you, Caesar." John Antiochus said slowly, and then he took out a box from his loose clothes.

The box was very strange, made of a dark wood and wrapped with a lot of ropes, just like the chains that bind demons as described in the Bible.

Luca looked at the strange box and couldn't help asking, "What is this? Is it a gift for me?"

"I think so, Caesar." John Antiochus held the box carefully in his hands, and then he began to untie the ropes tied to it.

"Then let me guess." Luca said thoughtfully: "It is the victory report sent by Aetius after the task was completed, or a certificate that can prove that Aetius has indeed completed the task."

"Yes, yes, Caesar, you can say that." John nodded repeatedly while busying himself.

As the box was opened bit by bit, the hidden truth gradually surfaced. John Antiochus slowly opened the last rope tied to the box. Then John Antiochus looked up at Luca and whispered, "Before opening it again, I still want to remind you, Caesar, that you can avoid it appropriately."

"What's there to be nervous about?" Luka was puzzled. "Is it some kind of Pandora's box?"

"No, no, no, Caesar, look..."

John Antiochus opened the wooden box as he spoke, but before he had opened it much, a strong smell of decay came out of the box.

"What's this?"

Luca frowned as he looked at the box in front of him. He couldn't connect it with the surprise that John Antiochus mentioned.

John Antiochus did not answer, but opened the box completely, so that Luca could see clearly.

"Torisimon!"

Luga said in surprise, and one could tell from his tone how surprised he was. He stared with wide eyes at the highly decayed human head in the box.

"Yes, Caesar, Lord Aetius did it. He killed Torismon and completely destroyed his army. The guys who escaped back had only endless fear to tell about." John couldn't help but tremble his hands slightly when he mentioned this. He would not say anything about such an unjust thing now.

"He was killed, well done."

Luca still stared at Torismon's head in front of him, and his whole body couldn't help shaking. Who could have imagined that the sword that once cut off Attila's fantasy was broken by the Romans themselves.

"Theoderic, Theoderic!" Luca silently repeated Theoderic's name. His expression was ferocious and his whole body looked distorted.

"He probably never thought that his only son, whom he relied on, would die here, with his head and body separated. Although we don't have any great hatred, this can be regarded as revenge for that sword!"

Luca said, reaching out and gently closing the box.

"Take it out and find a place to bury it. I've already checked it. This matter has passed. The Visigoths should know how powerful we are. Then, let's celebrate our victory."

After Luca finished speaking, he slowly walked towards the throne. Every step he took was so heavy. He took steps and moved towards the throne one by one. Then, he collapsed heavily on it.

He didn't know what to do next, as if the death of Torismon had once again allowed him to complete a major event and eliminate another enemy for Rome.

"Who's next?"

Luca sat on the throne, behind him was a huge and complete map of the Roman Empire, but in reality, the country was already riddled with holes and vulnerable.

Back in the bedroom, Luga leaned against the door frame, looking at Likinia who was sitting on the bed inside. She was kneeling on the soft mattress.

She was not wearing much, just a loose silk coat.

She lowered her head and stroked her protruding belly. She raised her head and looked at Luga with a masked smile, like a kind mother.

For some reason, she suddenly became so charming that Luga was in a trance for a moment.

The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!

"How long will it take?" Luca asked.

"Maybe next month." Liginia sighed softly, then raised her head and said to Luca with a smile: "This is the second new member of the Flavius ​​family, belonging to you and me."

"I know what you mean, Liginia." Luca said slowly with a gloomy face: "You are talking about Eudolia. Yes, you mentioned her from time to time before."

"But she is still in Ravenna, in Valentinian's hands." Licinia's expression became gloomy when she said this. "If Valentinian knew about this, it would be hard to imagine what he would do to Eudoria."

"I know, I know, Likinia, this is something we need to consider." Luca crossed his arms over his chest and said thoughtfully, "The most important thing is how we should bring Eudoria back. After all, this is not an easy task."

"But Eudolia is your child after all. She is a member of the Flavius ​​family!" Liginia argued, "She must grow up in Constantinople under your protection. Otherwise, she will be in danger no matter where she is!"

"I know, I know, Likinia." Luca was a little tired of listening, and he waved his hand, "Okay, leave it to me, leave it to me, I know what to do, trust me."

Liginiya remained silent. She looked at Luga, her eyes full of confusion and puzzlement.

"Trust me." Luga forced a smile and prepared to turn around and leave.

"Hey, Luke."

Liginia called out to Luca from behind. When Luca turned around, she realized that she was a little biased. She quickly explained herself, "I mean Caesar. The child needs a name."

"Name? Isn't it too early now?"

"That's right. After all, I was too anxious."

"It's okay, Likinia, I'll try my best!"

(End of this chapter)