Eagle Flag of Epirus

"The Eagle Flag of Epirus (

"You are really messy here." As soon as he walked in, Arslan saw Baptiste's office in a mess. Although the assassins and the corpses of the slain servants had been moved out, they were scattered all over the place. The Latins did not let people clean up the clutter of the ground.

Through such a long time together and the cooperation of the previous life-and-death battle, the relationship between the two is obviously much easier than before. As soon as he came in, he saw Baptiste picking up the chopped bookshelf and the parchment pieces and throwing them into it. Used as firewood in a charcoal brazier. The Latin took off his chain mail and his shirt was covered with scars. Despite the protection, Sir Baptiste was slightly injured while fighting the killer.

"You burned all these things, aren't you afraid that Lord Justinian will come back and fight you hard?"

"It's all insignificant things. What the adult cares about is only the archives of the land registry. Unfortunately, there is no such thing here. What's left is trivial things. Even if they are burned, the important ones are still In my head."

"Oh, it's not easy." Arslan complimented very perfunctorily.

"If it's just a cool thing, please go back! By the way, ask someone to bandage the wound for me." The Latin man took a look at the Turkic, and the Latin man pulled off the bandage. He alone was not good enough to fix the wound on his back. .

"Come on, there are extra manpower now." Arslan stepped forward and put a bandage on the wound on Baptiste's body lavishly.

"That's why you even transferred the guards here." Baptiste put on his clothes after the wound was wrapped, and said coldly. Only afterwards did he know that the reason why the assassins were able to successfully assassinate him in the White Pagoda was that the god-killed Turkic man secretly sent guards to the wall in order to defend the city.

Arslan shrugged slightly, and said, "Didn't I almost explain it there because of your arrangement? Everyone is even now."

"Even?" Baptiste spit, "Thanks you can tell, Turkic, if I hadn't signaled in time, you would have been dead. You don't want your life, I still want to live well, if I will never end with you when something like this happens!" When I think about it, he has lingering fears, and he can dare to arrange an assassination of himself, which shows that a lot of opposition has gathered in the city. Once they merge with Mikhail outside the city, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Well, well, I will pay attention next time. But do you have any clues about those assassins?" Although he was still joking just now, he would never take the rebels in the city lightly. Since some people are plotting wrong, then they must pay the price. Arslandi's attitude is very straightforward, that is, while Epirus and Bulgaria have not launched a new round of offensive, they are now in the city first to attack, arrest all suspected nobles, and eliminate possible threats.

But Baptiste shook his head, "Your plan is simply too rude, without considering the consequences. The only important thing now is to calm people's hearts. Moreover, the killers are already dead, and there is no direct evidence to act rashly and finally strike. Too wide-ranging will make things uncontrollable. Let’s deal with the assassin’s affairs for the time being, forcing them too eagerly may make those people jump over the wall in a hurry."

"That's really cheap for them."

"Now I can only wait for Master Justinian to come back to preside over the overall situation." The Latin looked at the burning coal fire in front of him, and his words were indescribable.

And why isn't Arslan — there has been no news from the south for almost half a year. What is Justinian, who went to Moriah to rebel, is ignorant as his subordinate lover.

"Master Justinian should be fine," Arslan said, but there was uncertainty in his tone.

But Baptiste said: "With the means of our lord, I am afraid that there is no difficulty in Moria’s matter, I am afraid it has already been resolved. I am afraid that Lord Justinian may have We forgot."

"How is this possible!" Arslan categorically expressed nonsense, convinced: "It is impossible for Master Justinian to give up our fight with him in the Peloponnese, not to mention that there is still Anastasia here. Grand Duke Seus and the Empress Odothea, as long as we hold on for a while, the reinforcements from Moria will definitely come over."

"I hope!" Sir Baptiste shrugged, "But if I were him, I would most likely choose to strategically abandon Thessaloniki to drag the Epirus people and take the opportunity to attack Mikhail. Erducas’s lair, rescued Emperor Muzfius. As for the people here, they can be regarded as sacrificed pawns."

The Latin man said very coldly. The friendship between the fellows on the battlefield and the grace of the Grand Duke Anastasius and the empress can be exchanged for power struggles. If Mikhail’s lair was taken and the emperor Muzfius who endorsed his legitimacy was lost, Justinian would not lose even if he lost Thessaloniki.

Of course, this is just my own wishful thinking. Baptiste calmly analyzed the stakes. There was neither pessimism nor resentment in his words. For now, they can only take one step at a time.

After passing the time since Arslan and Baptiste chatted with each other~www.ltnovel.com~ the door of the lobby was suddenly pushed open.

The woman who walked in suddenly leaned over with both hands and opened the layout of Thessaloniki's defense, spreading it out on the table in front of the Latin and Turkic men.

Antonia directly ordered, "Organize a group of soldiers and order them to burn everything from the seaside to the sea wall." The Genoese girl waved her slender fingers and encircled the port of Thessaloniki. "Be clean and make sure that our soldiers watching the sea will not be obscured by anything."

Unexpectedly, the girl would give orders as soon as she came in, and still such a strange request, Sir Baptiste frowned and glanced at the map. "Many of them are the properties of the nobles here, and they are all cleaned up, I'm afraid they won't let it go."

"The key is that they won't be happy no matter what you do. It happens that those people sent assassins to assassinate you. Taking this opportunity to retaliate against them shouldn't suit your appetite."

"I'm afraid there is some difference between whether you want to and whether you can."

"Then make sure you can do this."

"What about the residents?"

"Settle them to a safe place, do not need to be too rude to the civilians, try to understand them and move them with affection."

"It's quite ideal," Arslan interrupted. "Then it's better to let the white robes of the monastery do it."

"If they can do well and fast enough, before the Venetian fleet arrives, I will think so." Antonia's cold words made Arslan and Baptiste feel at the same time. shock.

what? Venetian! When they heard the news, the two people who were still calm were filled with a sense of fear and tension, and looking at Antonia's expression, it was obvious that the Genoese girl would not lie to them.