Chapter 724 Collusion

The Vandals built new warships or remodeled old ones.

They may not have the ability to launch a fatal attack on Rome. Even if they were discovered by Luca if they made any rash moves, the fire on the sea outside Carthage would burn again and break through the port, eventually reducing the entire Carthage and the people living here to ashes just like Scipio the Younger did hundreds of years ago.

Didn't the Vandals think about the consequences of being exposed? No, they knew it all, but in order to survive, they had to try again under the leadership of Gaiseric, so that the Vandals could once again have a fleet capable of protecting themselves on the sea north of the province of Africa.

Gaiseric knew that he was not even qualified to say "no" in the face of Luca's rude request. He was unwilling to be manipulated by him. Just like in Carthage, he would rather play the role of a plunderer, plundering and possessing the things of the Roman nobles rather than giving them up.

"It's been ten years since the original negotiations!" Gaiseric stood on a cliff outside the city, raised his head and looked far into the north, which was the direction of the heart of the empire. Although he could not see anything, he still muttered to himself, letting his thoughts flow.

In the time of Gaiseric, there were only two loyal and reliable guards protecting him. After all, they had long been accustomed to Gaiseric's ways. After all, as a father, he should not forget his son who was a hostage far away in Rome. Being here still reminded the father of the original hatred from time to time, and also strengthened his belief in resistance.

But, what kind of method can be used to make the Vandals stronger?

This was Gaiseric's most distressing problem, and it was also the problem that lingered in his mind all the time. After all, the Vandals were now isolated and helpless, and he urgently needed to find a breakthrough among them. However, the current situation of isolation and helplessness and the endless fear of Flavius ​​Luca made him almost dare not imagine the scene of failure, which was something he could not accept.

"My king!"

Just when Gaiseric was at a loss, he saw a cavalryman riding his horse. He trotted to Gaiseric, knelt down suddenly, handed the parchment letter in his hand to Gaiseric, and reported loudly: "My king, a letter from Ravenna!"

"Ravenna!"

Gaiseric could not help but stare at the kneeling soldier in front of him with his eyes wide open. From his astonished expression, one could feel how shocked he was about the origin of this parchment.

Without any hesitation, Gaiseric hurried over, snatched the parchment from the soldier's hand, and then opened it to read.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!"

Gaiseric kept sighing, his eyes constantly wandering up and down on the parchment. He read it three or four times before he was able to confirm that it was from Augustus Valentinian of Ravenna.

"Oh my God, oh my God!"

Gaiseric seemed to feel the glory of God. He raised his head and spread his hands towards the sky. After a long while, a long and unbridled laugh was heard, echoing on the cliff for a long time.

In the city of Rome, in the palace garden, a light rain had just fallen. It was just after winter, and Rome, which had a mild climate, was filled with green early on.

This is especially true in the garden. Although there are no gorgeous flowers, looking at the different shades of green makes one feel happy.

Eudolia was sitting on the rocky shore of a pool. She was wearing a milky white robe and her hair was casually combed. Although it was not gorgeous, her simplicity revealed the charming beauty of her youth.

The girl was in her prime, but her face did not show any joy at the vibrant scene before her. Instead, it was full of sorrow. Although she was a princess, she looked like an orphan.

Her mother left her early and went to Constantinople, and there was no news from her in the past few years. As time went by, her "father" became more and more disgusted with her, and instead poured his love into his youngest daughter, Obelia, leaving the young girl with no reason to be happy. She didn't even know why all this happened. She was sad all day long, like a bud without rain, withering before it could bloom.

"So you are here!"

A call made Eudolia stop feeling sad in a hurry. She raised her head and looked in the direction of the voice.

It was Huneric.

Although this Vandal boy was a hostage, he was still the son of Gaiseric. Similarly, he was Eudolia's only friend in the palace. Although he was of Vandal descent, he looked like a Roman when he wore Roman clothes.

When he reached adolescence, Huneric's brows exuded heroic spirit, and a boy in his twenties looked more like a warrior.

"I thought you were hiding somewhere." Huneric's tone was quite dissatisfied, as if he was blaming Eudolia.

"Feel sorry!"

After seeing Huneric, the stiff expression on Eudolia's face finally relaxed a little. She immediately explained to Huneric: "I'm just a little unhappy, so I took a walk to relax here."

"Why, you miss your mother again?"

"Perhaps."

"And your father?"

"I have no idea."

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Eudolia shook her head and then looked at the reflection of the trees on the water.

"I don't know why. I always feel like I don't have any relationship with my father. He seems to know something but refuses to confess to me. He just abandons me." Eudolia sighed softly, lowered her head, and looked at herself in the water. "I feel it too. He doesn't like me at all."

"But you still have me!" Huneric stood beside Eudolia, comforting her in a boyfriend's tone, which made Eudolia startled at first, and then smiled shyly and whispered, "Yes, yes."

"Oh, right." Huneric found the topic, "I heard that the guy who betrayed your father came from Constantinople, and he brought a lot of men with him."

"Who?" Eudolia said puzzledly: "There are too many people who betrayed my father. I don't know who you are talking about."

"That's the guy who was stabbed while watching the gladiatorial contest." Huneric said with a smile, "That guy is so lucky that he can still live until now."

"Huneric!"

At this point, Eudolia looked at Huneric seriously and said, "I don't allow you to say that about him. He is Caesar, the most powerful man in Rome."

"But he took away the place that should have belonged to your father!"

"Who said that?"

"Everyone says so, especially your father."

Eudolia was speechless for a moment. She was secretly surprised in her heart. After all, when Huneric mentioned Luca and said bad things about Luca, Eudolia was always very dissatisfied and wanted to retort.

She was also present at the time, and she could never forget the last look Luca gave her after he was injured. Perhaps she really had a connection with the most powerful man in Rome. No one could say for sure.

(End of this chapter)