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Of course, Antonius did not have the time and effort to turn up for the meeting between the high-ranking personals the next morning, which is just a few hours later from the event that heavy downpour and the massive fire.

So, as the usual practise, a minute and report of the meeting together with the surrounding news is compiled together and brought to the tent of the Caesar by the steward Alexios, who instead of directly entering the tent, stood outside the curtains and shouted out loud. "May I make the report on the situation and news here through this way outside the windows, your majesty?!"

There is clearly some chaos going on inside the tent with a loud thump, most probably someone fell off or got kicked off from the bed.

"Are you alright! Your majesty! Do you need any assistance?"

"No! No, no." A few seconds later, Antonius poked his head out of the curtains and forced a smile. "Please, just bear with me for a few minutes, and I shall be ready."