The line ahead was not as long as expected, and everyone came in and out much faster than expected.

Kessel must have been haunted by such a humiliating scene, and he stood behind the crowd, and the courtiers beside him apologized to him and did not mean anything else, leaving him alone with his head bowed.

Shame and anger aside, the main thing is that he is about to face Augustus, this Gaisaric nemesis, what should he say.

In short, the random events along the way had seriously disrupted his plans, and he now needed to reorganize his train of thought, lest he make a fool of himself in front of Augustus in Rome, who had become unprepared.

Of course, as mentioned earlier, all this is Augustus Flavis. Luga deliberately arranged, to sum up, any deployment and what actions were said by the senior officers present were absurd words that did not exist.

The line in front was soon over, and by the time the last officer walked out of the door of the council chamber, he had not forgotten to give Kessel a blank look. only to walk away angrily.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, for keeping you waiting!"

Standing in front of the door, the courtier apologized to Kessel again, but judging by his face, this apology still did not have much value.

Before Kessel could reply, the guards had opened the door, and the summons officer inside saw the parchment in the courtier's hand and shouted in his characteristic voice: "Vandal, Envoy of the province of Africa! ”

With that, two heavily armed court guards approached, and they came to Kessel's front and nodded slightly at the courtier beside him, who nodded in response, and took a step back to relinquish his rights.

"Please come with us." The guard glanced at Kessel in front of him, and said coldly, not giving Kessel any chance to speak, and grabbing Kessel with a bow left and right as if he were holding a prisoner.

After walking more than twenty steps to a staircase, where the ground was covered with a red carpet, and under the escort of two guards, Kessel carefully stepped on the soft red blanket step by step, and finally at the top of the staircase, Kessel saw a scene he had never seen in his life.

The tall throne, the head of a lion held in place somehow, the lion deliberately decorated with its bloody jaws wide open, staring hollowly at the approaching Kessel.

To the left and right of the main hall stood nobles dressed in ornate toga robes, including many of the most famous generals, dressed in purple and white toga robes.

On the throne at the very top of them, Flavies. Luga sat upright, and he looked down at the Vandal messenger who was slowly walking towards him, and everyone followed his gaze in the direction of Kessel.

Only heavy footsteps could be heard in the hall getting closer and closer, and everyone followed Flavis. Luga's gaze looked towards Kessel, who was not far away.

Until the guards on the left and right stopped, and stopped in front of the outermost courtiers, it seemed that this was a dividing line, although there was still a distance of more than thirty meters from Lujia in front of him.

"Step!"

Kessel saw the guards on the left and right standing still, and he also stood up straight, staring at Luga not far away with a pair of frightened eyes.

He was dressed in a purple robe, wearing gold on his head and sitting on the throne, and behind him stood more than a dozen court ceremonial officials on the left and right, standing there with their heads held high, faintly making Lu Jia look really imposing.

Luga stretched out his hand and beckoned slightly at the Kessel.

The ceremonial officer at the head stepped forward and shouted at the Cassel, "Messenger from Vandal, come near. ”

Kessel looked confused, he looked left and right, and found that the guards beside him did not mean to move, he looked left and right, and after thinking about it, he knew that this guard had no right to approach. Then he mustered up the courage to take a step and walked forward.

He was still very worried at the first few steps, he looked left and right, observed the expressions of the courtiers on both sides, and saw that there was no major problem, so he took a step with confidence until he was still ten meters away from Luga.

"Stop, this is your last distance!"

Demissius, the Minister of Internal Affairs of the Imperial Court, who was standing aside, stopped Kessel, who was still about to step forward, and when he heard this scolding, Kessel was frightened, and the whole person stood in place and trembled.

"Hahaha..."

Kessel's funny appearance caused the other courtiers present to laugh, and they looked at Kessel as if they were watching a monkey play, and Kessel stood there in shame.

"That's enough, guys, he's a guest from afar!" Luga waved his hand left and right, motioning for them to push down.

His courtiers saluted Luga and retreated. Only the ceremonial officers were left with Demesius and John. Antiochus, they needed to record the meeting in order to complete the Roman annals.

"I'm very sorry for the guests who came from afar." Luga smiled apologetically at Kessel, who was not far away.

Kessel hurriedly bowed and saluted, and said to Luga, "It is my honor to be able to be to your highness Caesar. ”

"Straight to the point, messenger of the Vandals." Luga put his hands on his thighs naturally, looked at Kessel, and said with a smile on his face: "You came with the will of your king Gaisarik, tell me, what does Gaisarik want you to bring me?" ”

"First of all, some gifts, my king wants me to give to you with my own hands." Kessel said, taking a small box from his toga robe, which he carefully placed on the ground, and then opened the box and pulled out a spear supported by gold.

When they saw the tip of the spear, the guards on the left and right were very nervous, and they were about to step forward, but they were stopped by Lu Jia's beckoning.

Luga didn't expect something unpleasant to happen, after all, Gaisaric didn't have the courage to do so, he was now just a small vassal in front of the mighty Roman Empire, how could he have the courage to assassinate Augustus in the suzerain?

Kessel took out a gold spearhead from the box, and the tail was decorated with various gems from the African desert.

"This is a gift from my king Gaisaric to celebrate Caesar's repulsion of Attila, the whip of God, and many of them are in carriages outside the city."

"Oh, thanks, I like it so much." Luga couldn't stop nodding, only to see a guard walk out and take the box from Kessel's hand, and show it to Luga, who only nodded slightly, and looked at the contents of the box with his spare eyes.

"What does Gaisarik want from me for such a heavy gift?" Luga then asked.

"Peace, Caesar, peace." Kessel tried to organize his language, but he could not calm himself down in the presence of Luga, after all, it was Augustus of Rome, the most powerful man in the world, "Gaisaric wants your forgiveness from Caesar, and peace between the two sides, and promises to be a subject of Rome forever." ”

"And what about the question of tribute?" Luga then asked, "This is a big deal, after all, the province of Africa is the grain region of Rome, and now Augustus in the west is not a gift to you as a great power. ”

"Every year, and the required amount is guaranteed."

"To whom?"

"This..."

Who would have thought that Luga's question made Kessel stunned, to whom? What does this mean exactly?