"Just imagine, if the soldiers who swore to defend the land of Rome were to openly put the enemies of Rome into danger of the lives of Roman citizens, it would be very, well, disadvantageous for you to let the politicians who do not support you, Your Excellency."

Luga really didn't expect that Odes would have the audacity to say such embarrassing things in such a public setting.

But if you think about it carefully, there is nothing wrong with this, after all, if you choose to support yourself and don't understand your own situation, you can't afford it except for the fork.

Odeus cherished his position, and the other young veterans were even more cautious, of course, they had to be extra careful in standing in line, and they could not lose a lot because of the wrong choice.

"It doesn't seem like a very sensitive issue, I guess." Luga still remained calm, and even smiled, not stimulated by these words at all, "If it weren't for Aetius leading the Hun army south to defeat Berniface, I'm afraid that the commander of the Central Field Army is Berniface now." ”

"It's not a matter of comparison, Lord Luga."

"So, it is acceptable to sell Pannonia for the benefit of the tax districts of Gaul, so what is the difference between the barbarian invasion at the moment, the only difference is that it is more than that!"

In the face of Luga's stern rebuttal, Odes had nothing to say, and even made a cadre of old nobles behind him silently bow their heads and secretly reproach Odes for asking questions that should not be asked.

Speaking of this incident more than ten years ago, Odes had to think of the silence in the Senate chamber when he learned that the Huns had occupied the province of Pannonia.

Yes, no one stood up to give an inspiring speech, no one accused Aetius of what he had done, no one stood up and shouted "For the sake of Rome" to agitate the people to rise up and regain the lost territories.

There was no anger or even grief on the faces of the nobles present, only a few nobles from Pannonia sat dryly in the briefing seats, bowing their heads, like outsiders who did not belong to this country.

Yes, they understand that they do not receive mercy from anyone, and the purpose of all is to wait. Their faces were full of anticipation, and without exception, they were waiting for news of Aetius' reconquest of Ludug Gaul.

They succeeded, and everyone present stood up and cheered, hugged and wept, and no one cared about the loss of Pannonia, which was like a forgotten territory, even though there were many Roman emperors.

As for the elders present, half of the elders and nobles present were of barbarian blood or outright barbarians.

They made their way to the ranks of the Roman nobles by marrying the women of the Roman nobility, even if the women were madly in love with the tall and stout women.

It is unclear whether these barbarians will love these women who are supposed to be noble in themselves or will use the so-called love as a deplorable political tool, but the only thing that is certain is that they have no love for this country.

The murder of Stiliko, the son of Chief Vandal, for impure motives is a living lesson for them, so they continue to climb up the ranks by patriotic lies.

The real purpose was always to amass money, to make a fortune while Rome suffered heavy losses and at the same time to regain the land by directing the army. In this way, fame and wealth were obtained, so that their image of justice was displayed to the public, so that the ignorant Roman citizens thought that they were truly illustrious.

As for Odyss, although he has Germanic ancestry in it, he considered himself a true Roman since he was a child, having received a systematic Roman education. So for this country, he still longs to be loyal. After all, Rome fell, and he disappeared into the world like a parasite attached to it, along with the demise of this great nation.

But these "barbarians" did not see it that way, because they always pinned their hopes on the so-called allies of the surrounding Rome, these barbarian "brothers".

"They don't always have a sense of home, but you're different, Lord Luga, it's just—" Odysse paused for a moment, facing Luga and still uttering some rude words, "but now Your Excellency looks more and more like them. ”

"Oh?" Luga sat up straight with a look of great interest and asked, "It seems that Lord Odyssus is still an impractical person who likes to tell the truth. ”

"I still remember that outside Carthage, when Your Excellency was about to retire, I still remember from the embarrassment, it was always so vivid, it was so young. I felt a sense of guilt when I delivered the order, after all, Your Excellency was the one who really fought for Rome. ”

Odyss's talk at this time made Luga feel a little impatient, because he was always unhappy when he mentioned it.

Letting go of Gaisaric under a volcano outside Palermo had always been a part of his heart, and his failure in Carthage had taught him that he didn't have enough strength in this country to be at the mercy of others.

It will eventually be an unbearable past, a young man has been bound by memories and stubbornness, and it seems so naïve to others, but without these childish obsessions, that person is still a person?

"I'm not even sure if I'm the obsessive kid, but now it's more for myself!" Luga thought in his heart, and couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, and couldn't help but shed a hot tear in the corner of his eye. What is it for? I'm afraid I'm a crocodile, and even my tears are false and pale!

Inadvertently, Luga secretly wiped away his tears, sneered at Odyss, and reminded Odysse with a glass of wine: "I also hope that Your Excellency will not have too many illusions about me, and don't mention the ignorant and self-righteous guy in the past to remind me that it should be me." ”

"Indeed, Your Excellency has already communicated with Flavis. Luga is very different. Odus smiled bitterly, "Your Excellency now looks a little less helpless than in the past, but a little more arrogant. ”

"Since the First World War of Carthage, I have not had any desire to defend the state and the Senate, and I know that my wishful thinking has touched the interests of too many people, so I have always chosen to avoid sensitive issues. Lord Odes, I am not afraid of dying on the battlefield, but I am afraid of dying under the dagger of the Romans from behind. ”

"It's like this glass of wine." Luga picked up the wine glass, his expression calm, and kept shaking the silver quilt to make the wine inside sway with the shaking of the glass.

The faint aroma of wine reached the noses of the others in the room, and many of them sipped their saliva and stared greedily at the wine in Luga's glass.

"Bang dang!"

The silver cup fell out of Luga's hand and fell heavily to the ground, spilling the wine on the ground.

"This—" Odess shuddered at the sound, and he pointed to the mess on the ground and looked at Luga in bewilderment.

"I'm always worried about getting hurt, like this delicious glass of wine, I'm worried about the deadly poison in it." Luga said unhurriedly, "After all, there are too many people who want to kill me now, and I always live in fear." ”

"Strength determines everything, I deeply understand this, and take it as the truth!"

Then Luga stood up, stretched his body, and said to Odds and the other elders with a relaxed face: "Rest early, everyone, because we are about to set off in two days, come together to witness the immortal achievements of the future!" ”