The argument continued into the night, and Aetius's men finally gave up because they had no strength.

All of them turned their eyes to Aetius, who sat upright in his seat, his eyes slightly closed, as if he were a practitioner in the East.

There was no response from the commander alone, and no matter how much they said, as long as Aetius's lips were slightly open and he said "no", then all the arguments for so long would be fart.

He must have heard everything he had just argued, and in full view of everyone, he only saw Aetius slowly open his eyes and look at everyone in the audience across from him.

"Your Excellency." Litollio leaned down in front of Aetius and whispered, "Now that Valentinian's Praetorian Guard is vulnerable, we just need to guard against Luga and his army. I think I can act in the middle of the night, at least not to make Luga react. ”

Aetius did not rush to speak for Litollio's proposal, but saw him slowly stand up.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Aetius finally spoke, "Now your Excellencies hate Augustus to the core, and now you want to kill him as soon as possible, but I must not do this, for God's sake." ”

Aetius said this, but the generals and courtiers present were surprised, and they looked at each other, so that such a long argument was worthless.

"But, my lord!"

"There's nothing to say about that!" Aetius's tone was unmistakable, "You know, this is a big thing to provoke a civil war, and we can't make such a rash decision. ”

Disgusted by the actions of the officers and courtiers, Aetius was tired of their quarrels. simply coaxed them all out, which can be regarded as giving himself a clean life.

Sitting in the messy tent, Aetius began to quietly recall the words of the generals and courtiers just now, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What a bunch of selfish bastards, for their own benefit, completely unconcerned about what the situation is right now." Aetius shook his head with a wry smile.

"Oh my God!" As he walked out the door, Lito, who was the first to bear the brunt, held his head slightly, his ten fingers digging deep into his curly hair and tearing hard. "It is so unreasonable, how could Lord Aetius become so cowardly at such a time! Where did all the bravery and intrepidity go back then? ”

It is not clear what kind of psychology he has about the current Augustus Valentinian, anyway, Litollio can't wait to give Valentinian a result and then elect Aetius as Augustus. There must be a lot of interests in this, in short, Aetius is on the throne, no matter how you say it, it's good.

"Theris, Theris, you look at me!" When the helpless crowd dispersed, Litollo stepped forward and grabbed Thyris, who was about to leave, and looked left and right, like a thief who had stolen something precious and did not dare to reveal it to the public.

"What's the matter, Lord Litollio?" Therius looked at Litollio with a puzzled expression.

"Wait, Lord Theris." Litollo clung to Theris's arm and led him to a quiet and uninhabited place.

Thereus didn't understand what Litoreus was thinking, and it wasn't until he got here that he broke free of Litore's hand and asked, "Lord Aetius's intentions are very clear just now, do you have any better way to prove yourself?" ”

"Of course, at the right time!" Littollio whispered mysteriously in Theris's ear.

Valentinian paced back and forth in his tent, not even the women he was going to serve in the nearest village could make him feel impressed. The women who had fallen out of favor could only sit at the head of the bed and be shirtless, watching Valentinian pacing back and forth in front of them.

His heart was so tense that it was indescribable, but the pain he felt faintly felt was now like a real thing, and he was almost out of breath.

"The throne is mine! The throne is mine! ”

Valentinian kept repeating it as if he was enchanted, but his mind was blank, and he couldn't think of anything, because he really couldn't do anything about it.

The two captains of the soldiers kept saying that they would march and retreat with him and seize the throne of Augustus in Rome in the east. But now he has retreated from a small setback, and one by two has revealed his true colors, they are here to travel, and no one is here to help him achieve the position of Augustus!

"Caesar!"

A call from outside the tent freed Valentinian from his resentment, and he stopped, looked up, and beckoned the man in. "Come in!"

Verus walked in in leather armor with a piece of parchment in his hand.

"What is this?" Valentinian asked with a frown as he looked at the parchment in front of him suspiciously.

It is undeniable that at this time, seeing this parchment, he was still thinking of luck, and he hoped that he could receive an apology letter from both Luga and Aetius, even if it was so tactful, he was happy to accept it at the time.

"From Constantinople." Verus explained: "The messenger said that the owner of this letter said that he was very close to you. ”

"Intimate?" Valentinian raised his voice an octave, evidently disappointed at the origin of the letter, but with the thought of a fluke in Constantinople, he reached out and took the parchment.

"My sister, oh, this woman who deserves to be disgraced by our family!" Valentinian looked at the parchment in his hand and smiled helplessly, thinking that he was the most pitiful guy in the world, but he didn't expect that his sister, the woman in the mouth of his mother Prasitia, was also in such a situation.

"Ha, poor fellow, I'm afraid that my children have reached the age when they can rightfully inherit Augustus's place." Valentinian scoffed, tearing the parchment in his hand to shreds.

"Damn woman, you want to come back when your children are older, impossible, impossible, usurper, you're a damn usurper like those bastards!"

Valentinian cursed, slammed the parchment in his hand to the ground and stomped his foot a few times.

"Bring a message to the messenger, Verus!" Bursting with confidence, Valentinian always thought so, "Tell my poor sister that I want to come back, and there is no door unless I die!" ”

In the candlelit room of a small monastery next to the palatial palace of Constantinople, the back of Hodoria was illuminated by the firelight and extended to the wall behind her, and the shadow cast by her thin body was as large as a monster, drowning almost the entire wall in darkness.

She faced the firelight, tears in her eyes glinting in the tiny light of the flames, and she bit her lower lip, her skinny hand, whose index finger and thumb were close together, and a ring of gold and blood-red gems was held together.

It was a gift from her mother, Prasitia, and if she had not fallen under the rhetoric of a young courtier, her life would not have been so lowly as it had been, and perhaps her mother would have loved her as she had ever been, and knew it was still so.

"You forced me, you forced me!" Holdoria burst into tears and gritted her teeth, her eyes full of anger, and she held up the ring, a sinister smile on her face blurred by tears.