A burst of hurried footsteps sounded outside the court.
Quintus ran breathlessly, his face covered in sweat and excitent. He rushed directly into the palace, shouting towards the opulent banquet inside: "Your Majesty! A great victory!"
"The Empire has triumphed over the Huns!"
"Countless casualties among the 500,000 Hun army!"
Clang.
The sound of a wine cup falling to the ground echoed as Valentinian III, who was lying in the arms of a beauty, instantly stood up, his expression extrely excited, and hurriedly ran towards the newly arrived Quintus.
Quintus’s physical condition was lacking.
He had ridden from the military camp and was already too exhausted to speak smoothly. He quickly picked up a wine cup and drank it in one go, then flushed with excitent, his voice hoarse: "Your Majesty."
"Duncan, Governor of the Province of Britannia, led the Empire’s elite cavalry to rout the Hun forces!"
"Subsequently pursued and beheaded Attila, God’s Whip, near Paris!"
"Your Majesty."
"This is a monuntal achievent! Now everyone on the Italian peninsula is wondering who the Governor of the Province of Britannia is? Didn’t the Empire already abandon the British Province?"
"This is a rare opportunity for you to establish your prestige!"
"You appointed the Governor of the Province of Britannia! Duncan is also a military commander whom you promoted and appointed!"
"As long as you can persuade the Senate."
"This ti, your prestige will spread throughout the Empire!"
Clang.
The wine cup in Valentinian III’s hand fell again. His face, long imrsed in indulgence, was flushed with excitent, and his expression was sowhat incredulous, muttering: "Really?"
Quintus nodded: "Absolutely true!"
Valentinian III, elated, embraced Quintus, his voice slightly trembling with excitent: "You have also done a great deed!"
"If it weren’t for your recomndation, I wouldn’t have known about the affairs of Great Britain."
Hearing this, Quintus imdiately cald down considerably.
He soothed the restless Valentinian III, hurriedly summoned his attendant, and said in a deep voice: "Imdiately, right now, send soone to find the land deeds of those large estates."
"Have them sent directly to the hand of Anya’s trade association manager, this matter can’t be delayed for a mont!"
"Wait a mont."
"Select fifty strong and able-bodied slaves."
"No!"
Quintus gritted his teeth and said: "Select a hundred slaves, both n and won, and send them together."
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With Quintus’s savvy, he imdiately felt that the land deeds Anya gave him for the large estates were becoming a hot potato.
Anya, the shrewd and stunning Roman noblewoman, has truly attached herself to a golden opportunity now!
Inside the palace.
Valentinian III was a bit restless, picking up the wine cup and drinking in one gulp, standing up, sitting down, standing up, sitting down, and then looking at Quintus: "We must reward Duncan well! We must not let him think I am a stingy emperor!"
"Doesn’t he want craftsn and talents? Give them to him, give him everything!"
"Quintus."
"This ti, you must personally go and find a way to gain his military support for !"
Protector of the Realm - Aetius is a massive mountain.
Now, Emperor Valentinian III sees a glimr of hope to topple that mountain. With Duncan’s support, he can stand tall and speak with firmness in the Imperial court!
This emperor was weak in his early years; his mother held power over the court. Finally reaching adulthood, the Protector of the Realm Aetius wielded power, and he too longed to hold his head high but lacked military support, not daring to speak loudly in the Imperial court, often being spit on by the old Senate mbers.
The Empire’s emperor sotis resembled a company’s chairman, like Nero, who always sought ways to please the Roman populace due to a lack of military achievents to counter the Senate’s power.
It’s a tradition of centuries, from the ti of Caesar until now, where military achievents are the Empire’s top accomplishnts, eagerly desired by emperors.
"Yes. And the Senate."
Valentinian III seemingly thought of sothing, his expression sowhat excited: "They opposed my appointnt of a Governor of Britain, thinking that province was already abandoned."
"I was completely trying to be clever!"
Now retribution has co.
Valentinian III is ready to face down the Senate today, he will engage in a battle of words, ensuring those Senate mbers dare not question his decision or the imperial authority!
This emperor took a big gulp of water.
Later, when he is busy spraying words, there won’t be ti to drink water while handling so many Senate mbers.
Outside the palace.
A very beautiful young girl glanced at her father, who was high-spirited in the grand hall, thought for a mont, but still did not step forward to greet him, since her father disliked her presence during banquets. Additionally, because a certain princess once had an affair with a palace servant and proposed to Attila, leading to the outbreak of the Battle of Sharon, Valentinian III disciplined his daughter extrely strictly, not allowing other attendants near her, only arranging a group of maidservants to care for her.
Although Valentinian III indulged in extravagance and wildness, he held high standards for this princess due to her good reputation, resulting in her engagent to Aetius’s son.
The beautiful young girl outside the hall observed discreetly.
Seeing her father’s excited deanor, it seed he was ready to argue with soone.
Thinking it over.
She decided not to join the commotion.
Not far away, Quintus glanced at Princess Praxidica as she turned and left, pondering sothing, and unexpectedly fell into contemplation. With Anya having seized a golden opportunity, he wondered how he might benefit as well; however, determining how to go about it remained a question given his special status beside Emperor Valentinian III.
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