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It was getting late, and the whole Constantinople was also on alert at this time. Latin soldiers packed a large number of homeless people into the prison, and there were even people who killed the homeless because the prison was full. The phenomenon.

　　 All the residents of Constantinople were in danger for a while, and their dissatisfaction was brewing and preparing to explode.

　　 But Vasily, who was planning the riot at this time, was still standing still. He seemed to be thinking about something in the room alone. Brows frowned, Vasily almost had a splitting headache at the moment, and his plan was completely disrupted.

　　According to the original plan, he was going to dispatch an attack at night, relying on the residents of Constantinople to drag the Latins by the terrain. But apparently due to the leak of the news, the Latins have been prepared, not only the curfew, the streets are also blocked, making Vasily's original plan completely invalidated.

　　 "Damn it!" Vasily slammed a fist on the table, and now he can't make waves at all, let alone a traitor inside him.

　　 And at this moment, "Boom boom boom", there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Reflexively squeezing the sword in his hand, Vasily asked vigilantly. He remembered that he said before that no one was allowed to come and disturb him. The guard outside the door actually violated his order. Obviously, what is important. Things.

　　 "It's me, Mr. Vasily, can I come in?" Unexpectedly, Vasily thought it was the voice of a guard, but what came out of the door was the voice of Justinian who had known him not long ago.

In an instant, Vasily drew out the sword in the scabbard. It stands to reason that even if Justinian visits, his subordinates should report to him, but now Justinian knocked on the door of the room and suddenly caused this. Men's vigilance. He didn't fully trust Justinian, and kept them here to prevent disclosure of the plan, but at this moment, the other party took the initiative to find himself, and his guards were silent.

　　 What happened outside, Vasily didn't know.

　　 "Come in." Vasily said with a grim expression. He was curious how this young man would come over to find himself, because he had shied away in every possible way before.

Seeing that the door was slowly pushed open, Justinian said apologetically: "I'm sorry to disturb you, but because your subordinates are doing their jobs, I have to ask them to rest a little longer." Behind him, guard The guard at the door was obviously knocked out by Justinian.

　　Justinian didn't want to do this either, but he had to see Vasily, so he did not hesitate to do this to offend the other person.

　　 And Vasily was obviously angry when he saw this scene, "What did you do to them?"

"They just fainted, and I was helpless. They said you would not see anyone at this time, so I had no choice but to do this. But I didn't have any malice." Justinian raised his hands and said that he did not carry any weapons, but this Did not eliminate any hostility of Vasily.

　　 "Is there any helpless thing you have to do?" Vasily asked, but he still held the unsheathed sword and pointed at Justinian.

But Justinian could no longer control these at this time, and asked straightforwardly: "When are you ready to act, these Latin knights will only stay for one night at most. If they enter the Thracian battlefield tomorrow, it is very likely that The Resistance has failed."

"Of course I know this. Don't I know the difficulties I'm facing? If you don't want to help, you can do nothing. When this matter is over, I will naturally let you leave me." Vasily replied coldly He knows what Justinian said, but now many of his people are civilians who have just been equipped with weapons, and they have almost no combat effectiveness. Looking at the map at a loss, he has been thinking about how to act, otherwise it will not help the frontline. But he couldn't say these words, and what Justinian said at this time seemed to add fuel to the fire.

"But didn't you ask me to fight alongside you before? Obviously, you and I are now grasshoppers on the same rope." Justinian teased, more because of his own helplessness. He couldn't Does not agree to Muzifius' request.

"Then what do you think should be done? These **** Latins have blocked the whole city, and my plan has been completely disrupted. Whatever we do now is a pointless death. Of course I don’t care about the sacrifice, but if Worthless, I won't waste my life." The man almost roared, almost hoarse. In his opinion, Justinian at this time was just talking coldly, standing and talking could not hurt back.

　　 But then, what Justinian said changed Vasily's almost desperate mood, like a drowning man holding a straw.

　　 "I don't know Lord Vasily, have you ever heard of such things as Greek fire?" Justinian said suddenly.

　　 Then, Vasily's voice, who had almost given up on the action, became trembling~www.ltnovel.com~ What do you mean? "

　　 Of course he knows what Greek fire is. It is the secret weapon of the empire against foreigners for hundreds of years. The method of production has always been known only to the royal family. In the past hundred years, this weapon has rarely appeared in wars so much that many people have forgotten it.

　　From Justinian's words, it is obvious that the other party seems to possess this mysterious and powerful thing.

"Of course I know that there is a place where a large amount of Greek fire is stored. If we have them, I think our action may be successful." Seeing Vasily's excitement, Justinian smiled and said: " In this case, you may be able to put down your sword, let us discuss what we should do next."

　　……

　　 And at the moment of Constantinople's court, the Latin aristocrats who stayed here gather here, obviously there is something important.

　　 "Please don't worry, Secretary Gallias, we have sealed off all important street crossings, and today we will definitely not give the Greeks a chance."

　　 "That's good." Gallias received the return from his subordinates and nodded. This time he even dispatched the palace guards to help prevent accidents.

　　 But at the moment, the other nobles are not so worried. They are holding a palace dinner, talking and laughing. They drink and dance, without the slightest sense of tension. After occupying this magnificent city, these little Western nobles now enjoy a noble life that many marquis and dukes cannot enjoy.

"Oh yeah, why did Qing Gallias do so much? Are we here still afraid of those unsophisticated people committing trouble?" At this time, a drunken voice came from behind Gallias, making Gallias wrinkle. Raised eyebrows.

　　 Boniface’s vassal Bossimonde is here again.