Chapter 700 Zeno

After a glass of wine, Liginia successfully made Cecides lose face. Cecides drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, then slammed the silver cup in his hand heavily on the table in front of him, making a loud crisp sound.

"Damn woman, when did she stand with Luga? Isn't she a woman that Luga regards as a great enemy?" Andrew thought privately. At the same time, a vague feeling of uneasiness emerged in his mind. After all, Luga had become different from the guy he knew at the beginning.

Not only his attitude towards Luca changed, but Luca's attitude towards him also changed.

What on earth was Andrew thinking? He probably just wanted to see how much Luca valued him, a man who had followed him in battles for many years and had been to every place in Rome where war had taken place or was about to take place.

Cecides beside him gnashed his teeth and added fuel to the fire to Andrew, "Look at this woman, she is so arrogant, she bewitched Caesar with her lies and made Caesar gradually alienate you. You are Caesar's closest comrade-in-arms, how could he not treat you well? Don't forget, there is no man who is not tempted by beauty. Yes, look, you should know all this!"

Andrew nodded slightly. He looked at Li Jinia who was slowly sitting down opposite him, his eyes clearly filled with disgust and hatred.

But now he had to admit that what he did did make Luca feel embarrassed, but he did not wait for Luca's response, even if it was a rejection, such a woman standing in the way, what was this? Andrew thought about it and couldn't figure it out.

It is undeniable that he has listed Liginia as his enemy. This spoiled princess has gone against him more than once.

"Do you want to be a powerful figure or a mediocre deputy?"

This question kept echoing in Andrew's ears. Andrew gritted his teeth and made and stuck to his choice.

After the banquet, the nobles could see how great the impact of such a small episode was. Maybe at night, they were all revelry. Every morning, they could see a large number of soldiers coming in from outside. They were all legions originally brought from the west to be stationed in Macedonia. They walked into the city with swagger and declared themselves as the capital's guards under the leadership of Marenius.

"Look, this is your comrade, Sir Andrew." Cesides called Andrew to the balcony and pointed at the troops passing by below.

On the window balcony of an inn, looking out onto the street below, a large number of soldiers were marching in formation on the street. They were even wearing the uniforms of the army in western Gaul, which made them look very conspicuous.

"Your good friend realized that there are many unstable factors in the army guarding him." Sesides looked at Andrew with a smile, then pointed at him. The meaning was clear.

Andrew's face looked very ugly. He had a gloomy face and looked coldly at the soldiers in front of him who were walking towards the Flavian Palace.

"Shut up, Cecil, this has nothing to do with you!" Andrew said hatefully, then glared at Cecil, turned around and went back into the room.

Looking at Andrew's back, Cesides sneered and said slowly, "Ha, you ignorant guy."

"Caesar? Where's Caesar?"

On the third day of the banquet, Tenaia did not see Luga again in the palace. She had a good idea. Mainly because of the long-term friendship between Andrew and Luga, she cherished the relationship between Luga and Andrew. However, communication was necessary now. Only with communication could the seemingly rigid relationship be resolved.

She asked around, but the answer she got was always, "Sorry, ma'am, we don't know where he is."

"How about asking Likinia?" Tenaia really had no other choice, so she thought of Likinia, but she quickly gave up this plan because she didn't have the courage to face that woman.

It seemed that everything was going to end in vain. Tenaia's eyes flashed with disappointment, but what could she do? She was alone and had no strength, and she only had the title of Augusta.

Isauria, a region in northeastern Asia Minor, was a border area of ​​the empire. Although the Isaurians were subjects of the Roman Empire and had obtained corresponding rights as citizens under the Law of Peoples.

Of course, as Isaurians, they were not taken seriously by the Romans after they surrendered to them. After all, the proud Romans have always been unwilling to share the fruits of civilization with those they considered to be barbarians.

Just after the Augustus month, a large army appeared in Isauria. The arrival of this army once again broke the original balance in the Isauria region.

The Isaurians were a chaotic tribe who had lived carefree lives under the protection of the empire, but the arrival of a distinguished guest made them nervous again.

Zeno, a plain-looking fellow of Isaurian descent, succeeded his father and became the military commander here.

When he heard that Augustus was about to arrive, he didn't know how to describe his mood. He began to become anxious all day long. After all, no one would have thought that Augustus would appear here. What exactly was the purpose of his coming here was unknown.

The Isaurians also had a high degree of autonomy and no Roman features at all. Even the soldiers wore their own national costumes, except that they wore a polished iron helmet on their heads.

Augustus' carriage arrived here, escorted by a large number of fully armed soldiers, and staggered here along the winding dirt road.

Zeno led the leaders of other Isaurian tribes to the roadside. When they saw Augustus' carriage, several people took a deep breath at the same time. They held their breath as if they were witnessing the coming of a true god.

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"Basileus, the Roman Basileus!"

Zeno was muttering softly, his eyes wide open as he watched the carriage get closer and closer and finally stop in front of him.

The coachman took out a thick and soft stool from his side and placed it next to the carriage. Four fully armed guards came running and carefully helped Augustus down from the carriage.

"Basileus, Basileus!"

Zeno and others fell to their knees when they saw the golden crown on Luca's head. They stretched out their limbs like dogs and leaned on the ground, trembling. They didn't even dare to raise their heads to look at Luca, not even at the golden light reflected by the sunlight. So they buried their heads in the ground to express their respect for Augustus of Eastern Rome.

"Luka stood before them, like a god. He raised his hand slightly and said calmly, "Lift your heads, people of Rome."

But Luca used Latin, but he didn't expect that the Isaurians didn't understand him. They still lay on the ground to show their submission, which made Luca a little embarrassed.

The translator beside him hurriedly explained, which made Zeno and the others look up. When they looked at his face, Luca couldn't help but cover his open mouth in surprise, because Zeno's face was covered with snot and tears, and the funny look really scared Luca.

(End of this chapter)