"You are not only slandering me in front of everyone, but you are deliberately using your filthy language to drive a wedge between me and Augustus, Lord Fetanius." Luga said in a deep voice, looking up, and his eyes became cold.

Luga now understands that this is the time for him to take a stand, and everyone may doubt under Fetanius's remarks, doubting what Luga is thinking in his heart at this time, and he must stand up and give a reasonable explanation!

He looked at Fetanius, his fists clenched, and looked around at the crowd, Luga reached out and clapped his chest tightly and said loudly: "In the old days when I fought Sassanid Persia outside the city of Edessa, the Persians' oil melted armor, burned flesh and knew that it turned into ashes, and it was under this oil that I saved Augustus like a god, and I am my adoptive father Theodosius. He took me as his adopted son, a member of the Flavis family, and here in Valentinian, I desperately fought against the Vandals Gaisarik, blocking his advance into Greater Sicily, and then defending Rome, Naples and even Ravenna, which are all my great achievements, and what is more worthy of boasting is that I recovered Belgian Gaul, recovered Britannia, and pushed the line back to the Hadrian side wall that was established hundreds of years ago. There is no one who can compare to the great feats I have made, but have I been lost in so much glory? Have I ever chosen to betray? No, the answer is no, I have always been loyal to Rome, to Augustus, to the Flavis, never to me, not now, and not in the future! ”

Luga's remarks made everyone present talk, and they began to hesitate, whose point of view do they support? It has become the most important problem facing everyone now.

"Your Excellency, are you proud?" Luga said this, and Fertanius not only did not feel a trace of shame, but looked at Luga with a sneer. But he couldn't find anything to refute, and he had just said so many words that Luga's boasting of such righteous words was blocked, in other words, he didn't seem interested in refuting Luga, he looked down and pondered, and seemed to hear everything else from Luga's words.

Everyone was nodding yes, and now the whole situation seemed to be secretly supporting Luga in their hearts, after all, in such an era, people with great military achievements are always more recognized by the public than some guys who only slander others.

Under the nods and approval of everyone, Fetanius actually chose to be silent, he didn't seem to have any thoughts of being refuted, just looked at Luga, and said with a serious face: "Anyway, His Majesty Augustus needs to eat, he needs taxes to fill the treasury, but you have arbitrarily cut off the source of money for the Purple Room, what do you mean, do you want to use this money to satisfy your ambitions?" ”

Fetanius showed no signs of weakness, he understood that he was looking at the issue from the perspective of the Purple Room and the court. It is clear that a soldier commander has reached out to the finances, and this is no longer a trivial problem.

"If you need to maintain the army, we can do our best to fund the generals, but if Your Excellency casually uses the tax for your own use, isn't it too much to ignore the Purple Room and Augustus? I ask you that your loyalty is only spoken. ”

"You are responsible for what you say, Lord Fetanius." Luga glared at Fetanius angrily and scolded sharply: "The front-line soldiers are fighting bloodily, their salaries and food can barely be maintained, and now you are furious because you don't have new clothes, I really don't know why we are fighting so desperately?" ”

Speaking of this, Lu Jia still held back the anger in his heart and let the words of the more bastard not be said in the end. This is a temptation with ulterior motives, no one knows what kind of loss they will suffer from their casual words, only the disease comes from the mouth, the disaster comes from the mouth, the speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional.

Fetanius didn't say anything, he just glared at Luga, then got up and walked away.

"Ridiculous! Ridiculous! Seeing Fétanius' departure, Luga was not the slightest bit happy, on the contrary, the arrival of Fetanius and the questioning he reacted to had proved that there was a rift in his relationship with the Purple Room.

"As I expected, they didn't understand my intentions." Luga thought in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh, then shook his head, endured the pain in his legs, and walked out of the hall without changing his face. At this time, the nobles and officials who stood in the hall and watched the excitement left one after another.

Back at the door of his room, Luga saw a familiar figure, and he fixed his eyes, yes, it was not his old counselor Sebastianus. He was dressed in a dark robe, and it had been nearly three years since Ludug Gaul, when Sebastianus had a few more gray hairs on his head.

"Why are you here?" Luga said, hurried to meet him, and continued: "Ludug Gaul is not close to here. ”

"I'm here with the envoy's mission." Sebastianus said slowly: "Luga, I don't know what your reason is now, but what you are doing now has caused strong dissatisfaction among the Purple Chamber, the Senate, and even Aetius. No one had the audacity to dictate that the Bailiwick cease to pay taxes to Central Ravenna. ”

"Are you standing in my way? My friend! Luga was very upset to hear Sebastianus say this.

Sebastianus hurriedly said, "No, Luga, you must now be aware of the difficulties you are facing, you cannot mobilize all your resources to wage war. You have to give Ravenna, Rome, Naples and other noble officials a way to live, and even if you don't do this, it is not difficult for the nobles to think that you will have other plans. I'm warning you, don't let them get a little bit of a grip on you, and then they will be able to slander you to the point where you can't justify yourself, and you have to know that their tongues can blind God's ears! ”

"Words are terrible." Speaking of this, Luga couldn't help but think of the sneer on Fetanius's face at that time, which made him shudder. He was afraid, afraid that when he was constantly rushing in front of him, the gang behind him united with Aetius in Augustus Valentinian III, who had not yet been able to distinguish between right and wrong. Thus, as long as Augustus spoke out that his position as captain of the soldiers was illegitimate, a new civil war would break out, and with his present strength he could foresee his defeat.

"I'm still so weak, too weak to even protect myself!" Luga couldn't help but grit his teeth when he thought of this. He thought of Hannibal, a military genius and a political dwarf, who ended up being killed and was nothing more than a political bargaining chip.

Luga was afraid, afraid that he would become like this, that he could not die, that he had to make appropriate compromises. He had to find a way to survive, and that was not something he could win.