Chapter 720 Tyrant
In the Golden Horn Bay of Constantinople, at night, when everything was at rest, the iron chain at the mouth of the Golden Horn Bay slowly fell, and an inconspicuous ship slowly sailed out and eventually became a beam of fire in the dark night.
Until the faintest light disappeared into the darkness, a trace of disappointment flashed in Luga's eyes. He sighed lightly, closed his eyes and lowered his head.
"You still can't bear to touch him, Caesar."
Marenius stood behind Luca. A gust of wind blew and Luca couldn't help shivering. Marenius hurriedly put a loose robe on Luca.
"Thank you, Marenius, you are so thoughtful." Luca turned around and smiled at Marenius, then turned back and looked at the darkness in front of him. This darkness was like a horrible monster in ancient mythology and legends, swallowing the entire world into its stomach. Except for the stars and the bright moon above his head, there was nothing else that could be seen from afar.
"It's nice to talk, and those words make me look like an out-and-out tyrant. But now when I take action, everything has changed. The guy who was well versed in politics and ruthless disappeared without a trace, and turned into a realistic, weak guy." Luca couldn't help but sighed when he said this. "I can't bear to do that. After all, he is an old friend who has followed me in battles for many years. At least, I can't bear to see him die in front of me."
"It is undeniable that he has selfish motives, but he does not deserve to die." Marenius sighed. At this moment, he thought of John Antiochus, a completely misunderstood character who is still being cursed by the citizens of Constantinople and will forever bear the crime of a traitor.
Marenius wanted to take this opportunity to exonerate John Antiochus, even to remove the stigma of traitor from him, but he held back the words. After all, he also needed to protect himself in this world, and perhaps John Antiochus was the one that touched Luca's most sensitive nerve.
"I really felt sorry for so many people. Only now did I finally realize that I made so many mistakes." Luga lowered his head and looked at his leather boots through the dim firelight.
Such a quiet night and a slight cool breeze are enough to calm a person down, especially in an environment where there is no one around, which can make people depressed. After all, people who are lonely inside will feel more deeply touched.
"I used to admire Augustus, after all, he was the top of the known world. I envied Theodosius. When I was still running around outside, worrying about any resistance that would break my dream, he was able to trim branches in the palace garden and control the world in a leisurely life. But when I really sat in this position, I found that the knife for trimming flowers and plants was no longer just a knife, but a bloody spada on the battlefield, and the cut flowers and leaves were no longer flowers and leaves, but traitors who openly resisted or were disloyal behind the scenes."
Luca's words left Marenius speechless. He didn't know that this guy who occupied the pinnacle of power would actually have such extreme distress. It was no wonder. After all, the king was unique. It was a profession that everyone in the known world admired and desired. Of course, it was also the loneliest and most helpless profession.
If there are as many people who love you in this world, there will be as many people who hate you.
This sentence seems simple, but if you savor it carefully, it gives you another feeling, which makes people feel sad.
"Sometimes I wonder, if I hadn't become Augustus, then the troubles that exist in my heart now would not appear, and those troubles that were not worth mentioning in the past would fill my life again, then what would happen? I think the most direct thing is that reality will not let us kill each other here, and eventually tear us apart."
"But all this is God's arrangement, Caesar, this is a problem that cannot be avoided!" Marenius comforted Luca, "No matter what kind of setbacks there are, these are all experiences for Augustus, and they are tests from God to you, Caesar."
"You are really good at comforting people, Marenius." Luca smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Especially in terms of holiness. This not only reminds me of the holiness of God, especially in terms of his inhumanity. Therefore, we always need to turn a person into a god, and as Augustus, the guy closest to the pinnacle of power naturally becomes a god."
"Gods should not have humanity. If the heretical Olympian gods were still loved, then there wouldn't be so many people who have such high expectations for Augustus now."
"This, I may really not know, Caesar." Marenius lowered his head and shook his head at Luca, saying dejectedly.
Then, the two smiled at each other, turned around and walked down the city wall, turning their backs to the endless darkness in front of them.
When we walked out of the Golden Gate of Constantinople, we found that the gate was open at the dark curfew. We could only see horse-drawn carriages carrying people slowly driving out of the Golden Gate, with a large number of soldiers escorting the carriages on both sides.
Everyone in the car was tied up, no matter they were adults or children, all of them were tied up and their mouths were tightly wrapped with ropes and cloth so that they could not make any sound.
In this way, this army quietly walked out of the Golden Gate and headed towards the province of Macedonia.
A soldier guarding the gate stared at the carriages passing slowly in front of him with wide eyes of curiosity. Looking at the poor creatures tied up, he asked the familiar officer following the convoy beside him in confusion: "What's going on? Why are they all treated like this?"
"Shh, keep your voice down!"
The old officer quickly covered the young man's mouth and whispered softly in his ear: "They are all traitors!"
"Traitor?" the young soldier asked in confusion. "Aren't traitors executed?"
"No, that's not..." The old officer shook his head slightly. He looked as if he had something to hide. He wanted to say it several times, but couldn't. He just looked at the young man meaningfully, then turned around and followed the convoy away.
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The young soldier watched the group of people leave slowly, his eyes full of confusion. Looking at the guys sitting in the carriage, he had a premonition: none of this group of people, no matter old or young, would be able to come back.
The cavalry officer who was left behind said to the officer guarding the city on horseback: "We will be back before dawn."
"So where are those people?" the city guard officer asked out of curiosity.
"Remember your duty. You are the gatekeeper, guarding the safety of Constantinople, not wasting your energy to understand things that have nothing to do with you!" The cavalry officer angrily reprimanded the officer guarding the city. He did not say much and immediately rode out of the city gate.
"Damn it, they must be hiding some unspeakable secret!" The officer guarding the city cursed inwardly, spat in the direction where the team was going away, then turned around and shouted at the soldiers in a bad mood to close the city gates.
(End of this chapter)