Chapter 698 Andrew

The news of Attila's death quickly spread from the Hunnic territory to Rome.

"Attila is dead, Attila is dead!"

In Constantinople, even toddlers sang these words as nursery rhymes.

There are many different opinions among the Romans about Attila's death. Some say he was cursed by God, some say he was stabbed to death by his bride after marrying her, and some even say he did something unspeakable with his bride and then let her bite off the sacred sword given by God between his legs.

The source of all the speculations always revolved around Attila's death. Now, the greatest enemy in the hearts of the Romans was dead. Rome's greatest enemy fell, and there was no enemy that could rival the Roman Empire within the four borders! Constantinople held a grand celebration, and both civilians and nobles were intoxicated in the carnival. Yes, the Romans finally won the victory. Although Attila's death was not caused by the Romans, of course, they still thought it was worth celebrating. After all, Rome had lost a powerful enemy from then on, which once again proved that the Romans were the country chosen by God, and anyone who invaded them would definitely not have a good end.

Look, this is living proof that Attila is dead and that the barbarians who invaded Roman territory did not have a good end.

The grand celebration is naturally inseparable from the soldiers who have been fighting hard. They wear iron armor, insert feathers on their helmets, and each of them carries a shield with a "black ear" pattern painted on it.

They were carrying a tattered eagle flag, which was covered in blood and holes from arrows. They were also carrying a large wooden platform, on which were piled various rusty helmets and shields, as well as many broken iron swords and spears. On the top hung a flag, a bright red Rablan flag. This flag was different from the others, because it was not hung with an eagle flag, but a head turned into bones.

"Look, that head!" The citizens pointed at the head and said to the young children, "It is said that this was Attila's most trusted general during his lifetime. Our Augustus killed him and brought him back."

The navy also joined in the celebration, coming slowly in from the Golden Horn with red and purple flags and sails, and trumpeters were now on the deck, holding their horns high and blowing loudly.

The deep sound of trumpets resounded throughout Constantinople, and everyone came to the sides of the streets and the square.

"Long live! Long live! Long live!!!"

The citizens faced the magnificent gate of the Flavian Palace, and everyone cheered "Long live the palace", because they knew who was the greatest contributor to the victory. Of course, this so-called contributor also knew who really played a role.

Their shouts must have been responded to. Luca walked out in a gorgeous attire. He wore a purple robe with a layer of golden armor on the outside. He looked like the sun god descending to earth, causing the citizens to cheer.

The fanatical following for Luca made many young people who admired him kneel on the ground and perform kneeling rituals as if they were paying homage to the kings of the East.

Luca raised his head and looked around at everything as if he was overlooking all living beings. Yes, he was now a god on earth, the king who was leading Rome back to its revival.

"Luga! Luga! Luga!"

Flavius ​​Luca, Augustus of the Eastern Roman Divided Empire, the most powerful man on the eastern Mediterranean coast, now stood tall at the top of the crowd. He had long been accustomed to the world's admiration, and was even more skilled in what to do after people's cheers.

Bread, wine, and shows, that's all they want.

The palace was also very busy at this time. The maids were busy preparing a grand banquet. Not only the senators and nobles of Constantinople, but also representatives from various regions within the four borders were present. It is conceivable how much the Romans hated Attila.

"Now, let's raise the silver cups in our hands and let the exquisite juice of Edessa wine sway in the cups. This is the gift of the god of wine!" The nobleman Secides, a member of the Senate, stood up with the cup in his hand. He first nodded to Luca, then turned to the crowd and said, "The great Majesty Augustus personally hosted a banquet for everyone at such a festive moment. This indicates a great victory, and it is with the help of God."

Thecides spoke loudly, but Liginia did not have a good expression. She came close to Luca and whispered to him, "The Cicides family is a restless group in the empire. Since the time of their ancestor Theodosius, they have had the intention of rebellion."

"How do you know that?"

"They had an operation in my father's time."

"So why not get rid of them?"

"They are the governors of the garrison in the Cappadocia region (central Asia Minor), and their ancestor Arcadius has been ready to make some moves since the beginning."

"So when the relationship between the Eastern Roman Empire and the Sassanid Empire was at its best, Arcadius made his son, your father, the adopted son of the Sassanid king. Was all this to guard against people in their family?"

"Now we can't be sure of Cecil's intentions? But nothing good can come of it."

"I heard about it. My mother told me," Luca replied. "It is said that when I set out for Gaul, they once tried to usurp the throne, but it was said that you suppressed it. Woman, I really cannot understand you and I have some respect for you."

"You are Augustus, after all, a member of the Flavius ​​family."

"Maybe, a member of the Flavius ​​family." Luga murmured, and looked at Tenaia beside him. Tenaia also turned her head to look at Luga, but they just glanced at each other when their eyes met.

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Then, Andrew was seen walking slowly into the venue, and he did not say "but!"

Sesides changed the subject and glanced at Andrew beside him. Andrew also nodded with a gleam in his eyes.

Cesides nodded slightly in return, then said loudly to the others present: "Everyone, we enjoy all kinds of generous treatment, but now, there is one of us who has paid too much blood and effort but has not received such generous treatment!"

After saying this, Cecilius looked up at Luca who was sitting opposite him, then looked at Andrew who was sitting next to him, and said slowly, "Sir Flavius ​​Andrew, a Roman general with outstanding military ability, but he is not getting the treatment he deserves. I want to protest to you and to Augustus of Rome."

Everyone looked at Luca, their eyes revealing confusion and bewilderment.

"Andrew was once Caesar's shield and sword. He regained the province of Dacia for our country and became a great hero."

Luca looked at Cecilius, who listened silently without saying a word.

"Now, I propose." Cesides raised his glass high, "I fully support Mr. Andrew to take up a position that is more suitable for him and continue to serve the empire and remain loyal to Caesar."

The nobles nodded one after another, and the senators repeatedly said yes.

Luga still said nothing. He looked up at Andrew who was sitting not far away, but Andrew deliberately didn't look at Luga. He held the wine glass in his hand, shaking it gently, his eyes fixed on the wine in the glass and the swaying figure reflected in it.

(End of this chapter)