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""you? ! "When Andrea Doria saw Justinian appearing in front of him, he was subconsciously taken aback, and then became vigilant. Because he just asked Justinian to consider it alone, In fact, it is equivalent to putting him under house arrest, and at this moment, on his flagship, Justinian should actually be completely isolated from his subordinates. But now this man appears here calmly. , There was no voice from his subordinates outside the door, which made Andrea also had to feel faintly uneasy.

On the side, Antonia, who was watching this scene, was stunned, and muttered: "Justinian... why are you here?" She thought Justinian must be in a very bad situation at this time. After all, my brother in Rusnina had suffered a lot from Justinian before, so how could he let it go. But now, Justinian is standing here with confidence, like a okay person, looking at the brothers and sisters who had just been stalemate with a smile at the corners of their mouths.

Seeing the shocked expressions of the two, Justinian slowly said: "Your Excellency Andrea, you asked me to think about it before, so I did think about it quietly for a while, and I have already considered it. Is it inconvenient to come here to find you?"

Looking at the smile, Andrea's face was still grim at this time, and said: "Oh? Is that true? So what's your answer?"

"Well, I think about it, I reject your proposal, Lord Andrea!" Facing the sharp gaze that could almost cut everything, Justinian calmly gave his answer and walked past Andrea. Liya walked straight to the side of the Genoese girl who still hadn't reacted.

I saw, Justinian stretched out his hand to Antonia in front of him and immediately flicked the girl's forehead, and said angrily: "Hey, our previous agreement should not be invalidated, Miss Antonia. At least give it to me now. Take the responsibility, everything is exchanged at the same price, I don't have the mind to clean up the mess for you!"

At this time, Antonia just woke up like a dream, holding her forehead and groaning unforgivingly: "I want you to take care of it! Of course I haven't forgotten it, don't forget, the debt you owe me has not been paid off yet. !" And the cold heart that was hanging before on the other side was also let go and felt a trace of warmth.

But the atmosphere in the room was getting colder and colder at this time, and suddenly dropped to freezing point, especially Andrea Doria who looked at Justinian and Antonia.

"Do you know what you mean by this sentence?" the young Genoese man said coldly.

In response, Justinian just shrugged slightly, "Since I replied this way, of course I know what it means. But everything was my business with Lingmei before, even if your Excellency wants to point fingers at me, then I will I can only express my gratitude to Bumin. It's that simple!"

"I have already emphasized that if you refuse, you and your people will not even be able to pass through Constantinople!" Andrea suddenly raised his voice at this moment to threaten Justinian, because If you want to leave the Black Sea, you must pass through Constantinople, and he can give Justinian this group of "Greek remnants" to the Latins in Romania.

But to Andrea’s surprise, his abacus of trying to get Justinian to submit was frustrated. He only heard Justinian say indifferently: "In a sense, it was true before, but unfortunately it is now the truth. Come on, we can refuse to leave here anyway!"

As Justinian’s voice fell, the heavily armed Vadaretai Army came in immediately outside the door. Along with them, there were a few Genoese guards who were supposed to be guarding the door but had been **** by the five flowers at this moment. , I saw that they were pinched to the ground. Obviously, they had no power to defend themselves against the aggressive grassland people.

After witnessing this scene, he was as calm as Andrea Doria. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel stunned. Obviously, since these Vadarutai people have come up, it means that this ship that belongs to him is undoubtedly already. Fall into the control of others.

At the same time, Justinian’s lazy voice came in Andrea’s ear.

"Now-I think Andrea-kun, you should already understand why I have such confidence!"

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On the east bank of Constantinople, the Golden Horn of wealth flows. Even though the foreign trade within the entire Roman Empire has declined, but here alone, the past commerce and trade are still endless and flowing. It's just a pity that everything here, no matter how attractive or coveted, has nothing to do with the owner of this city.

On the west side is the Venetian concession ~www.ltnovel.com~ and on the east side, as the key to Constantinople-Galata, since the city was destroyed by the fire, Genoese dove to occupy the magpie's nest. In this way, this pair of life and death opponents who should be incompatible with fire and water are now sharing this huge and huge benefit together, and they have been in peace for the past two years.

However, recently, the entire Eastern Mediterranean has been making waves-the Greek restoration movement is in full swing, the Crusaders and the Egyptian Sultan are fighting with each other, and the Holy See also seems to be seeking a new Eastern Expedition movement. For a while, everyone is talking about it. , Even the Venetians and Genoese in Constantinople had to be a little worried.

And just one day ago, an embarrassed Venetian fleet rushed back from the Black Sea to exacerbate the tension here. When it sailed into the Golden Horn, everyone witnessed the terrible tragedy—— I saw deep scars on every warship, and burnt marks on the canvas. It is hard to imagine anyone who could turn the Venetian, the current maritime hegemon, into such an embarrassing look. What makes everyone strange is that after all this happened, Venice did not block all news at the same time, which made other people even more imaginative, and most of the skeptical eyes naturally shifted to Galata. The body of the Genoese.

For a while, the entire Golden Horn was filled with a tense and strange atmosphere, and the trade was still continuing at this time, but this temporary tranquility was raised from the sun by a large fleet in the early morning of the day. The place appeared and was broken. Looking at the St. George's cross flag belonging to the Genoese, the Golden Horn was once again turbulent, and amidst the turbulence of the undercurrent, more eyes gathered there, waiting for the opportunity to do it.