"This is the answer for a new day, Caesar." The wooden door was pushed open by the guards, and a courtier walked into Luga's office with a stack of parchments, and at the desk, surrounded by haphazard parchments, layered on top of each other, one could not help but feel that Augustus's office was more like a miniature leather workshop.

Luga sat in it, surrounded by parchment rolls that had accumulated to form a castle, and he was in it, almost surrounded by this "castle".

"Caesar, this is an edict from the province of Numidia, which is a few days late because of the long distance." The courtier said as he carefully placed the reply on a hill to the right of Luga, for it was there that Luga had not yet read and approved.

Luga's left is also a hill, but it pales in comparison to the one on the right.

Augustus's life was not easy, even if he was wearing a shirt inlaid with gold wire, a silver plate full of fruit and a large glass of champagne beside him, this could not make the frowning brow on his face relax slightly, and it can be said that seeing this mountain of parchment rolls, Luga had a headache.

He put down a parchment roll, and then picked up another and opened it, he only roughly scanned it, and it probably took no more than half a minute to open and put it down.

"It's all meaningless things, what alms beggars dare to come to ask for merit with two breads, is it for me to do good deeds? So what's the point of eating every day and talking about God! Luga said dissatisfiedly, and his dissatisfaction at this time could be heard from his attitude and tone, and when he looked up and saw the newly built pile, his mood at that time was conceivable.

"Go, go, give it all to Jovian, oh my God, my eyes are blurry, I can't see clearly, oh, look at this piece of bastard!" Lu Jia sat down in his seat and stretched for a long time, and beckoned to the courtier: "Go, go, and the palace manager, the old man doesn't need to have such good eyesight in his old age, my days are still long!" ”

"But there's another one, I'm afraid Caesar you must read it." As he spoke, the courtier took out a delicately framed parchment from his bosom and handed it to Luga.

"What is this?" Luga looked puzzled and turned to the parchment letter, and asked, "Could it be that some old fellow wants to get a job for his son?" Oh my God, is such a book so mysterious? Oh, what a headache! ”

Seeing that Luga couldn't help but complain before opening the letter, the courtier hurriedly explained: "No, no, no, Caesar, it's a letter from Rome, and the owner of this letter claims to be Caesar, your old friend. ”

"Old friend, from Rome?" Luga muttered, curiosity driving him to open the parchment letter at once, ignoring the dull pain in his red and swollen eyes.

"It turned out to be Arecio." After a long silence, Luga sighed lightly, and then seemed to be a lot more relaxed.

"Looks like I'm not done with the guys in the West, I thought it was since this happened—" Luga quickly shut up, as he realized that there was an outsider here.

"Go ahead, there's nothing for you here." Luga waved his hand at the courtier, who picked up a stack of parchments, saluted Lujia slightly, and then withdrew.

"It seems that the Senate in Rome also realized the seriousness of the problem, and then had to put down their thin noodles and come to me for help." Luga thought to himself and couldn't help but laugh, but soon, he realized that the door was not closed, so he hurriedly restrained his smile.

At this time in Milan, Aetius was also sitting in a daze among the piles of parchments, after all, the friendship with Attila made him, who had always been sensitive, realize that his confrontation with Attila was inevitable.

None of the overstretched finances and the soldiers whose combat effectiveness was greatly reduced due to exhaustion did not give him a heavy blow.

"My lord, a letter from Marcorian." The subordinate handed over a parchment letter, and Aetius put down the parchment in his hand and took the letter.

"So, Attila wanted to enter through Gaul, ha, it's incredible!" Aetius smiled and shook his head, then set the parchment aside, looking disapproving.

"My lord, what did Macchorian say?" Litollio, who was on the side, couldn't help but ask.

He said that no Hun movements were found in Dalmatia and south of Pannonia. On the contrary, we discovered the Huns on the Rhine line and attacked our garrison along the river. Aetius said unhurriedly, tapping on the map tiled on the table in front of him and said, "This matter is clear, Attila, and will attack from here." ”

"Could this be Attila's deceptive tactics to deceive us and draw our attention too much at the Rhine line in Gaul and instead attack from Pannonia and Dalmatia to Italy?" Lito said with some worry: "After all, Augustus is in Rome, whether it is to capture Ravenna or Rome, it will not be good for us!" ”

"Littoll, my old friend, you don't know Attila." Aetius smiled and shook his head at Litolo, and continued, "Attila never liked to bluff, and where he wanted to attack, the intention was obvious, because he never thought that anyone would be able to stop his spear and horses' hooves, at least not now. ”

"So, my lord, you are sure that Attila will attack from the province of Gaul?"

"Maybe he just wants to inspect his dowry, the greedy fellow, or he's still haunted by the almost joking jokes." There was a slight look of disdain on Aetius's face, but he was also a little sad, after all, they were once staunch comrades-in-arms, but from now on, they were no more, or rather, they had become enemies.

"Andrew, now prepare for it, dispatch the army of Asia, cooperate with the upper half of the capital garrison, and we will go west."

"Really? Caesar, did they figure it out with you? I mean, did they turn to us for help? ”

"I don't know, Andrew, but I'm sure the current Senate must be looking forward to our arrival." Luga spoke confidently, his fingers kept tapping on the wooden table in front of him to make a local sound, and the brisk voice always revealed that he was also happy at this time, and it was obvious that Luga could not wait to go back to Western Rome to see it, probably because he was not used to life in Constantinople now.

Dressed neatly, especially the troops guarding the upcoming expedition of Constantinople stood in the streets, and now there is no reason not to admit that there will be a big move in Constantinople.

When Luga turned around in a military uniform, she saw Likinia, she looked displeased, lying in the corner, poking her head out and looking at Luga in a daze.

"Are you leaving?" Leekinia asked.

"Yes, go to Rome and discuss how to fight Attila." Luga didn't hide it from Lickinia either, and answered her directly. Fortunately, we can trust each other.

Li Quinia didn't say anything, just nodded silently, just wanted to open her mouth and stopped, as if there was something unspeakable.

"Don't worry." Luga walked over and put his hand on her shoulder, and said to her, "When I come back, I will naturally give you an explanation." ”

At this time, Liekinia smiled, and the dark clouds on her face dissipated in an instant.