Eagle Flag of Epirus

At the moment the fire blazed into the sky, Baron Pierre, who was awakened from his dream, looked at the scene before him and immediately felt that something was wrong. The direction of the fire seemed to be the residence of the envoy of the Marquis of Achaia! Without hesitation, he immediately led the people under him and hurried over. Intuition tells him that something big has definitely happened to the Latins. I prayed for nothing, but Pierre actually had the answer in his heart.

Since the Greeks reacted so calmly today, he should be vigilant, but even so, he still has a fluke——

When Pierre arrived at the scene with someone, even though the man had been mentally prepared before, he was still stunned by what happened in front of him.

Nothing was worse than what happened at this moment, and Baron Pierre almost knelt and groaned as he witnessed the raging fire.

I saw that standing in front of the post station that had been consumed by flames were dozens of people, it was Justinian and his Turkic men, and their bodies were covered with enemy blood and were about to solidify, obviously already. Waiting for him here for a long time.

"You are finally here, Your Excellency Pierre, you really made me wait!" Seeing the arrival of the Pizzaman, Justinian looked as usual. It was obvious that he had already prepared. Then he waved his arm and threw it out of his hand. A chubby thing slid in front of Pierre, startled him.

At this time, Pierre could see clearly what Justinian threw to him under the background of the fire-the head of Osses, the messenger of Achaia. The terrified man screamed in a panic, then backed off and almost tripped himself and fell directly to the ground. It was not that Pierre had never seen a dead person, but in the daytime, he became a violent Latin in a blink of an eye. The corpse, this kind of shock is unparalleled, and the man's eyes are full of shock and fear. And the soldiers behind him quickly helped him up, holding weapons and watching the dozens of people standing in front of flames and blood like a **** of death with a weapon, his heart was also full of anxiety.

"You...you..." Pierre, who broke free from fear, immediately looked at Justinian with an angry look. Of course, he knew that the other party was doing it well, and the messenger of Achaia died in this way. With him here, if there is no explanation, Achaia will never let it go. The reason Justinian did this was to force him to stand in line! Osseth was killed so inexplicably, I'm afraid he didn't want to make this war impossible. The angry man couldn't even speak for a while, so he said for a long time:

"Do you think that I will succumb to you by such a despicable means? Your Excellency Justinian, do you mean that I treated you with courtesy and this is your return? It's really disappointing."

"Despicable... In my opinion, as long as the means to achieve the end are always secondary, the other is not important. Besides, your Excellency may not be so simple to welcome me here. It is more a signal to the Latins. Isn’t it? But I’d like to emphasize, Your Excellency Pierre, if you really consider the safety of everyone here, it’s no good for anyone to continue this way. Nafplio’s position has already taken the initiative. It’s impossible to stay out of the matter. I think this sacred person on the ground should have said the same thing to you!” Justinian replied calmly, looking at the head on the ground, and didn’t care that he had already sent them to the party. Pizza people surrounded by crowds. After contacting the opponent, Justinian was already confident in his heart. Although Baron Pierre was savvy enough, what was lacking was the decision of the superior. Now that he pushed it to the precipice, he had nothing to do. Even if I have the courage to choose to do it.

And this obviously stabbed the other party’s sore spot. A fierce slash passed across Pierre’s face for an instant, but it quickly disappeared. He managed to restrain the killing intent, but the man still said coldly:

"But I have also emphasized that no one will support this **** war in Pisa. What do you think the peace here depends on for these two years? It depends on the loyalty of our Pisas to the contract, and we and the Genoese , Venetians are never the same! Marquis William has promised that Nafplio’s safety can only be guaranteed without interference from Pizza. Do you think I’m really stupid enough to catch fire, Greek?"

"Loyalty to the contract? It's ridiculous. It's only possible if the strength is equal. I have said before that Nafplio has not been baptized by the war because you are standing behind your back. The Republic of Pisa is not a promise and a treaty. But before my army takes Tripolis, the other side can weigh the pros and cons and can not move you, but now Achaia has nowhere to go in the face of our counterattack. Ultimatum~www.ltnovel.com~ You don’t think that you can escape being caught in the war by relying on your empty promises, Baron Pierre?" Justinian also interrupted the opponent sharply. The same stern voice suddenly suppressed the other's momentum, and the atmosphere became tense in an instant. I saw that the subordinates behind the two put their hands on their waists one after another, and they were on guard.

The pale-faced Pierre looked at Justinian's gaze and couldn't help but stepped back two steps for a while. Despite being discouraged, he still made the final threat:

"Are you not afraid that I will be sent to the Marquis William Chapulitt? Now think about it as long as you solve the culprit and everything will be over."

After all, the guards behind Pierre pulled out their swords, and the Turkic warriors beside Justinian immediately reacted and put their bows and arrows on the bowstrings.

However, he still couldn’t scare Justinian in front of him. He signaled Arslan and the others to put down their weapons, turned and shrugged their shoulders slightly towards the Pizzaman in front of him, only listening to the young man eloquently saying: “Since I’m When you get here, your Excellency won't think that I'm not prepared at all!"

"What...what do you mean?" Pierre, who didn't know why, immediately felt that something was wrong with doing such a thing, and the young man named Justinian was a little calmer. Then there is only one explanation-he is already prepared.

Sure enough, Justinian no longer concealed anything at this moment, and immediately opened the door: "It is only ten miles away from this city, and my army is stationed there. If you really want to hand me over to the Latins. You can give it a try. I hold a sword in my left hand and a purse in my right. I never believe in force, but please don't force me to use a sword."