Chapter 702 Deployment

Attila's death plunged the entire Hun Empire into grief.

However, the Romans, especially those in the east, had a completely different view on Attila's death. In their view, the Romans were fortunate to be blessed by God and lost a difficult enemy. In the end, the Romans "clearly" realized that the real enemy was never others, but themselves.

It is not known whether this interpretation is the true meaning, but it is undeniable that the title of Augustus is the dream of all citizens in Rome.

You can wander the streets or villages, and you will surely hear common people saying inadvertently, "If I were Basileus..."

Of course, such words will always be met with firm contempt and ridicule from other compatriots, but this naturally cannot conceal people's yearning for such a beautiful life above everyone else.

Even the common people were like this, let alone the nobles? They had surnames that were pretentious enough, and they had the financial resources and connections to support them in the political world. They were only a short distance away from the position of Augustus.

If for common people, the position of Augustus is just like looking up at Mount Olympus, then the nobles are probably halfway up the mountain or close to the top. Who wouldn't want to reach out and touch something so close at hand? Even if it requires effort and sweat?

The common people did not have the courage to challenge Augustus' authority, but the nobles, especially those who held military and political power, could not say for sure.

At this time, Lujia needed to be on guard against these nobles who seemed calm but could turn into a raging wave in the blink of an eye. Of course, the opponents had already emerged, and they began to intentionally or unintentionally try to find Lujia's weaknesses and attack them with all their might.

"I want to meet Basilus. I have something to discuss with him!"

Standing outside the Flavian Palace, Andrew kept shouting at the guards guarding the palace gate, "Don't forget now, I am still an officer of the Guards, I have the right to come in here and meet Augustus!"

"I understand, sir!" The guard replied with his head held high. "But the order I received is that Basil does not want to see anyone. If there is anything important, please go directly to see Lord Demisius, the Privy Minister, or Lord Jovian, the Palace Steward."

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Andrew clenched his fists tightly, but the decisive attitude of the guard at the door left him speechless.

"What happened?" At this time, a familiar voice came from behind him. Andrew turned around and saw that it was Marenius.

Marenius was wearing scale armor and a helmet with red vertical horse harnesses, looking like an officer. When he saw Andrew, Marenius was also surprised.

"Marenius?" Andrew looked at Marenius with a puzzled look on his face and couldn't help asking, "Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be maintaining law and order in the province of Macedonia?"

"This is Augustus' order." Marenius shrugged and said, "Caesar ordered me to lead the Ninth Legion back to Constantinople. I came back, but I never expected to be assigned a task like guarding the Flavian Palace and the tomb of Theodosius II."

"Guarding these places." Andrew repeated, and couldn't help but sneer, "What about me? What work do I have to do?"

"I didn't learn anything about this from the courtier who assigned me the task." Marenius shook his head. He knew nothing about it, and Andrew couldn't get anything out of him.

"Anything else?" Marenius asked coldly.

"Oh, no, no, it's nothing, nothing!" Andrew smiled apologetically, waved his hands, and then turned and left.

Did he lose trust in himself? Andrew pondered in his heart, a pessimistic mood arose in his heart, he was very disappointed, but he could not let his attitude at this time show, after all, everyone was staring at him.

Let’s look at the Isaurians in the Isauria region in the east.

They were a nomadic people with no fixed place to live, but it was because they eventually gathered together that they formed settlements similar to towns.

Sitting in the meeting hall built of stones and mud, Luca was not satisfied with it. After all, the Isaurians often used it as a place for gatherings.

The air was filled with the smell of leftover food. Not only Luga, but even the officials accompanying him frowned. It seemed that such a smell was unbearable for the pampered nobles.

"Let's go out and talk!" Luca was the first to suggest it. Before Zeno could respond, Luca stood up and walked towards the door.

"It is said that there are a lot of bandits and robbers here. Am I right?" Luga asked.

Hearing such a question, Zeno's heart suddenly rose to his throat. He stared at Luca's back with wide eyes, trying hard to guess what was going on and why Basileus asked this.

"Answer me."

"Yes, that's right." Zeno explained quickly: "Because the environment here is harsh, the herdsmen have to wander around to graze. Those who have cattle and sheep are fine, but those who don't can only rely on looting to make a living."

"Then they have a better destination now!" Luca turned around and looked at Zeno, and said slowly: "The empire has lost too many excellent soldiers because of the war against the Huns. Now I ask you to gather these people in your name and form a new army."

"Is it to support the central government?"

"No! Deploy them near the towns surrounding Cappadocia." Luca sighed lightly, and then said, "Don't ask why. You just need to know that now you are a citizen of Rome and should be loyal to Basileus!"

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"That……"

"That's enough!" Just as Zeno was about to say something, Luca stretched out his hand to shut him up, "I know what you're thinking. After all, I can't let you give without any reward."

Zeno fell silent. He looked at Luca quietly and waited.

"Let's do this."

As Luca spoke, he stretched out his hand towards Zeno. Zeno was a smart man and he immediately understood what Luca meant. He hurriedly stretched out his hand and placed it on Luca's outstretched hand.

"Now, under the mercy of Basileus, I order you to be a Roman noble and grant you the noble surname of Flavian. Of course, I need you to do something for me as well, so that it can be worth the mercy I give you."

"So, Caesar, how can I help you?"

Since being conferred the title of nobility, Zeno seemed to have instantly become more energetic. He looked at Luca with an extremely determined gaze, as if he could not wait to serve Luca.

"Very good!" Luca was very optimistic about the guy who wanted to pay something after getting an advantage. He patted Zeno on the shoulder and said slowly: "I think you should know who the governor of Cappadocia is."

"Cesides," Zeno stammered out his name.

"Yes. I want you to form an army and then march to Ankara. Remember, I will give you half a year. By then, I need to see you surround Ankara. As for whether to attack or not, I will inform you. Of course, after the success, I will make you the Duke of the Garrison in the Isauria region."

"Yes, Caesar!" Zeno said firmly in Latin.

(End of this chapter)