Eagle Flag of Epirus

"So, is the true identity of the so-called Chincha warrior the Edesa Borderman who came this time?" Sitting at the table and enjoying breakfast, Constance Doria hasn't had such a pleasant meal for a long time. Rice, and the Byzantine sea fish has always been delicious evokes his already dull taste buds. Before the update, his smile was relaxed and relaxed, until his nephew hurried over to tell him the results of the investigation.

"Is it just a little Greek earl? I thought it was a big man! But why do you pretend to be a Chincha?" The old man cut the fish in disappointment and rejected it.

"Maybe that person didn't want Emperor Mikhail to know that he had taken refuge in Theodor Dukas." Andrea Doria speculated on the side.

"Perhaps!" Constance Doria, who took a sip of wine, said that, but the expression on his face seemed disapproving. After taking a few bites, he took a tissue and wiped his mouth and got up from the chair.

"Do you think there is anything wrong?" Andrea Hesitated when he saw it.

"Aren't you actually skeptical, my child? It's incredible that a little frontier boy has such a skill. It is most common to know that the Greeks in that position are full of brains and bowels." Kang Staines mocked disdainfully.

"Then if I want to send someone down to verify it."

But the old man waved his hand and said, "No, it's too much time to go back and forth. It's meaningless to find out. But you are right. Theodore does not want to tell Mi the true identity of that person. Emperor Ha'il."

"But this Theodore will probably give us a lot of trouble in the future. It is obviously only a Greek nobleman. Uncle, do you want to...?" With an inquiring look, Andrea seemed to be suggesting to get rid of it. Theodor Ducas.

However, it was directly rejected. Constance slowly said: "No, no, you are still too young, my dear nephew, although he did cause us a lot of trouble, but it also indirectly indicates that he does have enough It’s not too difficult for us to get rid of him, but it’s free of charge for the Greek king to clean up the trouble, leaving him to contain him is the most appropriate choice." The old man who knows the way is well versed in checks and balances. Tao, although they are willing to help Epirus, they are actually fighting against the Venetians. No one wants a powerful Roman empire to be on the road of wealth once again.

And seeing his uncle said so, Andrea Doria also nodded respectfully: "My uncle, what you taught is, then we are now."

"Get ready to go and watch the battle. Anyway, the useless illegitimate son of His Majesty Mikhail can't even get out of bed. It doesn't matter whether the people of Theodor can be prevented from winning. But I am still very important. I'm curious, who is better than Alfred."

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Chief Deacon Nikifrus, who presided over the meeting, accompanied Emperor Mikhail into the competition venue. Although there was an accident last night, the competition had to continue. And he turned his gaze to the tent where Prince Theodor was, and saw that the seat next to the man was empty, and he didn't even bring a family member over, which made him feel very puzzled.

"How is that kid Nicholas now?" The emperor's low voice suddenly sounded in his ear. The Emperor Mikhail was obviously still worried about his seriously injured **** last night. But even though this is a well-known fact, as an emperor, it is difficult for this man to visit him personally, so he left it all to Nikifrus.

Nicky Fruss quickly replied: "Please rest assured, Your Majesty, His Highness Nicholas is not in a serious condition. Although the injury is not minor, but it is not a problem, it should not cause any sequelae, but it must be recuperated for a while. Time is up."

Hearing this news, Mikhail Dukas' eyes became more gloomy, and he was obviously angry to the extreme, "Huh, Theodore really dare!" Whether it is the warrior of the Chin-chat or not. At this moment, the emperor had already recorded this account on his brother.

Immediately he gave an order: "Tell the Genoese that, in addition to their victory this time, if they can take the life of the inspector, they will be grateful for the rest of the day. I want him to know that even if the dog is hungry, he knows that he can't. Biting the master's hand." With a cold look and a sharp look, Nicky Fruss couldn't help being frightened by such a scene, and it was obvious that the majesty in front of him was really furious.

Not daring to linger for a while, the terrified chief deacon then ordered someone to send a message to the Genoese.

At this time, the horn of the first match of the day was sounded. Everyone watched the martial arts attentively, not paying attention to the hidden undercurrents surging under this grand event at this moment~www.ltnovel.com~ Only the last two competitions remained, and the biggest champion was naturally Prince Theodor. The Chincha warrior who was sent on the field and the representative of the Genoese were the Frankish warrior with a fierce shot.

It’s just that the support for the Chincha warriors on the field accounts for more than half. The Chincha barbarians and the Franks from the west are actually half-hearted in the eyes of the Byzantines. At the beginning, people still have a good impression of the Franks. After all, everyone worships the strong. However, his increasingly brutal behavior has caused many people to feel very disgusted, especially yesterday that the young warrior sent by the Marquis of Borders was knocked down by his heavy chain and died. People increasingly believe that his defeat at Nicolas Ovania was deliberate and cheating naked.

So as soon as Alfred, sent by the Doria family, appeared on the scene, he drew a boo.

"One hundred Su bet on the Chincha warriors of Prince Theodore's family to win." A nobleman shouted at this time. He came from Prince Theodore, and his intention was self-evident.

It’s just that people who watch the excitement don’t think it’s a big deal. They naturally followed the trend and participated in this gamble. The things that were originally in the dark were turned to the bright side. This made the Emperor Mikhail, who had witnessed all this sitting on a high platform, already been at this moment. His complexion turned pale. But it's hard to say anything, because countless nobles and civilians have secretly placed their bets.

"Two hundred!" At this time, some of the Genoese nobles stood up and greeted him coldly. It was Baron Fernan. "Two hundred gold marks bet on Alfred from the Doria family to win."

And this added fuel to the fire, and the fight between Justinian and Alfred seemed to have caused a **** storm before it even started.