Less than a kilometer from the Golden Gate of Constantinople, the façade of the Roman Partition Empire in the East was displayed in front of Luga and his party. The rebuilt Golden Gate was so tall and majestic that it could carry even the most advanced trebuchets and ballistae in all of Rome, and these things were enough to daunt the invading barbarians, and at this time stood proudly on the gate tower, showing the power of Rome to the civilians passing by the city.

After a long journey of a whole week, Luga and his party came to the tall and majestic golden gate, Theodosius's show of force was clearly visible in front of everyone, and the ordinary citizens who came in and out naturally showed great envy for the tall gate and the majestic defensive weapons. Especially in times of war and chaos, who wouldn't want to live under the protection of tall city walls? But this kind of life is a right that can be enjoyed by the rich and noble. For the common people, they could only pray that there was nothing in their village or town that was of interest to the wandering barbarians, and leave everything else to God, and there seemed to be nothing good to do other than the daily prayers.

"After such a long absence, I finally came to this city again." Standing at the gate of the city, Lu Jia couldn't help but admire, he looked very relaxed on the surface, but in his heart it was a different taste, saying that this good thing does not go out, and the bad thing spreads thousands of miles. Theodosius II wanted to see himself in such a hurry, then there must be something, as for whether it was good or bad, Luga couldn't say, in general, as long as the nobles of Athens did not come in advance, everything was good.

"They relied on this tall and majestic city wall to dream of peace and prosperity, but they did not know that now the entire province of Thrace and Macedonia was in ruins." Andrew was still very dissatisfied with some of Augustus's actions now, and he whispered all the way to live like a chattering sparrow, so quietly chattering for a long time. Luga couldn't get tired of it, he couldn't help but turn his head to stop Andrew: "Enough, Andrew, no matter what, he has the final say here, no matter how dissatisfied he is, it can't change the fact that he is still Augustus." ”

"Hmph, it's just to maintain that seat and that soft bed!" Andrew snorted coldly, but followed behind Luga without saying a word.

The group walked down the street towards the palace, which was filled with refugees begging along the street, their clothes in rags and smelling of impenetrableness. With their messy hair and dirty faces, and feet that had crusted over their legs with mud, they stretched out their hands and begged in the name of God under the pretext of the turmoil of the war and the wickedness of the Huns, hoping to get help from passers-by, but most of the time they begged and received not the mercy of passers-by but the clubs of the soldiers who kept law and order.

Seeing this, Luga couldn't help but speed up his pace, he was actually afraid that Andrew would be indignant, this Germanic man had a temper and looked at no one pleasing to the eye, maybe the heart of justice guided him to step forward and do something out of the ordinary. "We need to hurry, or Augustus will be in a hurry!" The rhetoric that Luga found at hand was always so pale.

Outside the palace, more refugees were gathering outside the palace, shouting inside the palace with their dirty hands raised, trying to get Theodosius II, who was "hiding" inside the palace, to call out. They were so hungry that they just wanted some shelter from the authority of their beloved Barcelus. But in front of them, the heavily armed soldiers surrounded the entire palace like a strong and impenetrable "wall", and their purpose here was to keep them out of the palace. It is also said, how can such a sacred place as the imperial palace be allowed to be set foot by mortals?

The cries of the refugees resounded through the world, but their misfortune did not move the guards present, whose duty was to surround the palace and ensure that Augustus's rest and tranquility were not disturbed. As for these fellows who keep complaining like resentful women, let them cry, maybe they are tired of crying, and when they are tired, they will stop.

Luga led Andrew and the rest of the guards through the refugees, the stench of the road almost made him faint, he finally managed to get in, and when he saw a soldier trying to stop him, he pointed to the officer's armor on his body and shouted to the soldier: "I am Flavis, the supreme commander of the Thracian field army. Luga, my guards behind me, let us in. ”

"As you wish, sir!" As soon as they heard that it was Luga, the soldiers who were blocking hurriedly made way for Luga and his party to pass.

"It seems that people still need Augustus, at least it is necessary to solve their current situation." Luga walked in and took a deep breath, looking at the line of soldiers in front of him.

They were well defended like the walls of Constantinople, with three full floors, just to place the influx of refugees and cause trouble for the Purple Room.

Stepping into the palace, it's still the same as before, but winter makes it a little more desolate. The maids who were cleaning were very busy coming in and out, and when they saw Luga's arrival, they hurriedly saluted and stepped away.

Led by the soldiers guarding the door, Luga walked to the hall where Augustus Theodosius II was. As soon as the door opened, Luga was almost dazzled by the dazzling and colorful reflection of the glass printed on the floor.

"Augustus's council hall, those who are not qualified enough cannot enter!" After Luga entered, the guard at the door reached out and stopped Andrew, who was clearly the one who was not qualified enough.

"Humph!" Andrew glanced at the guard, snorted coldly, and stood honestly outside the door.

"Boom!"

The guards closed the door, and now there were only two people left in the hall, Luga and Theodosius II, except for the reflection of the colored glazed tiles.

Luga looked up and saw a throne in front of him, Theodosius was wearing a purple robe and a golden laurel wreath on his head, and one of his fingers kept tapping the golden scepter in his hand, and in the quiet hall rang out "Da! Da! Da! "Loud.

"Caesar, or rather, Father!" Luga stepped forward and bowed slightly to Theodosius II.

"Your glorious deeds always come faster than you are a man, Luga, my son!" Theodosius II sat on the throne, his eyes glared at Luga, although it was a superficial compliment, but such a tone made it impossible to understand the meaning of the compliment. Luga only then realized that it must have been these grudge-holding nobles who were blowing wind next to Theodosius II's ears, otherwise Theodosius would not have treated him in such a tone.

"I don't understand what you said about the glorious deeds, Caesar." Luga said, saluting again.

"Look at it, look at it all, look at the good things you did for me!" Theodosius' disgust at seeing Luga pretending not to know anything made him rush, and he grabbed the stack of parchment letters beside him and threw them in front of Luga with a "whoosh".