Eagle Flag of Epirus

On the pleasant climate of the Aegean Sea, Nafplio in Moria is still busy, and it seems that it has not been affected by the war at all.

As a result of the original agreement reached between the Pizzas and Justinian, Nafplio now monopolizes nearly one-third of the entire trade in Moria, especially the scarce and necessary food transportation. Justinian had to entrust it with full power. Pisa ships from Sicily, Egypt and other places. This also made the city's director, Baron Pierre, earn a lot of money, and lived a comfortable life.

Everything was supposed to be like this, but these days, the sound of more and more wrong wind spread into Pierre's ears, making the man more and more uneasy, so that indigestion was tortured by stomach ailments every day.

"Why these things again..." Looking at the chickpea millet porridge with no appetite before him, Baron Pierre couldn't help complaining, and took the wine glass in his hand and put it to his mouth. But as soon as he entered the mouth, with a pop, the man spit out the liquid that he had just drunk into his mouth. However, there was already an indescribable taste in his mouth.

"Bah, baah, what is this, it's so terrible!" I thought it was delicious wine in the glass, but Pierre drank an indescribable taste, which was almost better than the Byzantine fennel he used to drink before. The flavored wine is even more terrifying.

The waiter on the side explained: "This is Moria's local pine-flavored wine, because it is mixed with gypsum, asphalt, and rosin, so I am afraid that it is not to your appetite."

plaster? asphalt? rosin? This is something for people to drink! Rao, Baron Pierre, who has a very good conservancy, almost couldn't help throwing the wine glass out of his hand.

But the waiter beside him replied like this: "This is what the doctor specially ordered before, my lord. He said that your stomach is ruined by the hard cheese here, so you can't eat too greasy things, and you need alcohol. Drink less."

"So you brought me this kind of thing? Take it down!" Pierre annoyed and ordered the waiter under his hand to remove all the appetites from the table, and the good mood of the day was suddenly lost. Nothing left.

Looking at the empty room, this pizza man felt so empty like never before. Pierre knew in his heart that his bad mood was not because of his stomach problems. He had already smelled the unpleasant wind direction when Justinian led the army to the north of Thessaloniki and left Moria. Now the situation has changed so fast that he can't react at all. The civil war in Epirus, like a domino, completely broke the situation that Moria had barely balanced. From Corinth to Athens, the Latin feudal lords who had changed their flags were already ready to move. But the Governor of Moria, Justinian, who was supposed to sit here to suppress them, is missing. Even the new army stationed in Thessaloniki is also headless. This makes the rebellion that may occur at any time even more fierce, like a scorching sun. Under the dry grassland, only a little spark can burn the flames of the scorching sky.

"What the **** is that kid thinking. Doesn't it really matter here?" The muttering Baron Pierre couldn't help but shook his head, and now he can only hope not to get involved in this storm as much as possible. Nowadays, the Genoese and Venetians are in full swing, and they have completely controlled the trade in the East, and his mother state, the Republic of Pisa, can only rely on the support of several commercial strongholds scattered in the Eastern Mediterranean. He doesn't want the Naf, who is in charge of him. What happened to Plione. Only hope belongs to hope, and Pierre himself is not sure whether he can stay out of the way.

As the man closed his eyes and thought, the door of the room was slowly pushed open, and a waiter came in with a plate of dishes.

"Didn't I have already said that, take away all the unappetizing things and don't put them in front of me-why are you?" Baron Pierre was about to scold him as he watched the waiter who brought the meal come in. When he saw the face of the visitor, he was stunned. ,

"It's been a long time, Lord Pierre. Why, don't you welcome my old friend as a guest?" Justinian took off the waiter's turban and looked at the speechless man with a slight smile. .

Seeing the smile on Justinian’s face, Pierre also twitched the corners of his mouth, and only after a long while he spoke: "It really surprised me."

"Unexpectedly my arrival?"

"No, it's an accident. I'm just like a public toilet in the city. Others come and leave as they want. I think it would be better for those outside to watch the toilet later." Quite annoyed man The smile hanging around the corner of his mouth at the moment looked very funny.

And Justinian waved his hand, “It’s none of their business. The waiters here are all locals. I only need to change the dress a bit to get in. But the two eyes outside are really good. The son found out that I was irritated, so I had to trouble them to sleep for a while."

"You really belong, Justinian." After listening, Baron Pierre said with a sneer. Of course he didn't doubt what the other party said ~www.ltnovel.com~ This is obviously exclusive to Moriah's little fox. His acting style, after all, he attacked a villa of the Yageya horde and burned his villa at the beginning. I have to say that this kid is really a nightmare that won't wake up.

"Okay, okay! I don't know how to say polite words. So let's get to the bottom, what do you want to do this time? At this point of view, your uninvited guest coming to Nafplio will make everyone here a headache. Yes." Pierre grumbled unhappily.

"Oh? Listen to your tone, it seems that those Latins have already passed you through the air?" Justinian raised an eyebrow, and from the other's tone, the Pizzaman already knew that Moria was having a rebellion. Brewing.

"I didn't get any anger with them. Those rude guys couldn't help themselves. No matter who was wrong in Moriah, they could see that it was wrong." Baron Pierre quickly dismissed the relationship and explained to Justinian, "but Of course, those guys did send someone to try to persuade me to join them, but I strictly refused."

"That's really grateful!" Justinian shrugged his shoulders half-heartedly. The stern refusal that Pierre said he did not believe him, but one thing is certain-this man of good luck is making a decision. Before winning or losing, Baodu would never be overwhelmed. This is also the reason why I came to Nafplio directly after arriving in Moria.

"In that case, I'll just say it straight. I'm not here to reminisce about the past, but to give you a big gift. But before that, you have to give me enough rewards. A thousand battles Just lend me the soldiers and the navy under yours.” Said calmly, Justinian stretched out his hand lightly, ignoring the opponent's horrified gaze.

"Let's make a deal like this!"