Eagle Flag of Epirus

"Who said I was going to attack? I remember that I had transferred all the rights to sell Moria's food to you. Compared with the nobles in those castles, they have always been your loyal customers. That's right, Pierce. Mr. Er?" Justinian chuckled and said meaningfully, looking at the man in front of him.

And Pierre immediately realized what bad water was in the belly of the young man in front of him, and couldn't help slandering the cunning of the little fox in his heart. Actually came up with this undefeatable strategy, but it also means that he will have to openly stand on Justinian's side this time, the benefits are great but the price to be paid is also not small.

"So this is the reason to borrow a thousand soldiers from me?"

"Yes, time is in a hurry, and I can't fight the snakes, so I don't have a soldier now, so I naturally have to rely on your strength."

There was a shy smile on Justinian's face, but this look was like a greedy demon in Pierre's eyes! One thousand soldiers, this is not a small number, not to mention that the success rate of the action mentioned by Justinian is not high. Once Pierre makes the wrong bet, it really means putting all his wealth on Up.

"Can't you be less? A thousand soldiers are too many, so how can I get you together in this little time!" Pierre shook his head and started bargaining with Justinian, Nafplio and the surrounding villages and towns. The total number of residents is only a few thousand people, and Justinian suddenly opened his mouth and asked for so many people, it was too difficult for him.

But Justinian shook his head and said: "A thousand people is already the minimum requirement. Even if you want to conquer so many castles, so many people are a must."

"But the point is that even if I arrange for the bread-baking chef behind me, what can I do if I can't get so many people?" The embarrassed man complained to Justinian. This is indeed difficult for the whole city. In the militia, his maximum warning of five hundred people is already the limit. Wherever he goes, he will collect another five hundred for Justinian.

While Pierre was in distress, Justinian’s words slowly leaped as if it had ignited a boiler.

"Who said that you only have the militia in the city. The people on the boat under your command can also be able to carry swords and guns just as they go ashore. This is not exactly the number of people."

"Fart!" Irrespective of the honor of the nobleman, Pierre yelled. He thought about it, but never expected that the kid in front of him actually hit his mind on the top of his fleet, so angry that he almost turned his back on his back.

But Justinian in front of him didn't realize it at all, and said with a smile but a smile: "Am I wrong? Could it be that the number of people is too small?"

"Go ahead with your dreams! This is absolutely impossible. Don't even think about it." Although unlike the ancient Greek city-states that have complete autonomy, the overseas colonization of Italian city-states follows the governor's individual. The rise of power can gradually get rid of the absolute control of the mother state. Nowadays, Baron Pierre, riding the east wind of the collapse of the Roman Empire, can show his talents here, so besides the money bag and gun barrel, he must not be less. If you listened to Justinian's words and took up all the fleet of absolute trump cards in your hand, it would really be more than a loss. When the time comes, he is lonely and even needs a word from his political opponents in his home country. His business in Nafplio will be wiped out. So in any case Pierre would not agree to Justinian's request.

"If you insist on this, then I respect your decision, but it will be your own loss. After all, it is the normal state of this world to cherish the present and ignore the last nothing!" said in a regretful tone, Cha Stinney looked at each other but didn't force it anymore.

However, Pierre's face looked ugly again, because Justinian's refusal of his stern words was calm but somehow he was shaken in his heart.

"What do you mean by this?"

Seeing that the other party couldn't help but ask himself, Justinian said calmly: "What you are worried about is that you are afraid that this battle will reduce your own capital and you will make wedding dresses for others. But if it is Molly Ya finally fell into the hands of the Latins, Lord Pierre, do you think you might continue to gain a foothold in Nafplio? At that time, you will have to accept the order of Pisa and be called back. But if you help me , To flatten the rebellion, and I will return all the losses at that time. In this case, I think you should have nothing to hesitate anymore, right?"

I had already guessed what Justinian was thinking in the other party’s heart. He had already moved Pierre by five points, but the man still shook his head and said, "Speaking lightly, if my people are all burned out. , Supply me with your people, I’m afraid that Nafplion and my entire fleet will eventually be lost to me. I’m not that stupid, you don’t want to fight my fleet!” Although the conditions are very attractive, Pi El did not move, because he knew that the little fox in front of him might turn into a lion at any time and gnaw his little fortune. He would never be able to push up his precious fleet.

Unexpectedly, Justinian, who was so stubborn at the other party, finally shrugged helplessly and made the final concession, saying: "Well, let's take a step back. I only need 800 people. You will leave half of the fleet. . After the event is over, you can make up for your losses from the Latins or other places, and I will not interfere at all. This will always be fine!"

With such a concession, Pierre was finally tempted. It was indeed an Chen Ken's proposal that was enough to dispel most of his worries. Although he has always been cautious, he still has to try the risk he should take. After all, the temptation of Thessaloniki is close to him~www.readwn.com~Finally, the man gritted his teeth and did it. A decision was made, "Okay, so that's it. Three days later, my caravan will be ready to send food to the past. At that time you can leave. But don’t forget that you promised me. If you go wrong, I Don't Nafplio. Without my fleet, I promise you and your army can hardly move in Moria." With a low voice, the man made an obvious threat to Justinian.

And Justinian smiled and said: "It's OK to do it-I always act fair and pay for each report."

"That couldn't be better."

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Nafplio in the night is exceptionally quiet, especially the Upper Town where the Pisa immigrants live is close to the sea, and it feels particularly comfortable under the mild and humid sea breeze. But Justinian, who was secretly arranged to live by Baron Pierre, had no idea of ​​falling asleep in the moonlight, even though he hadn't closed his eyes for two days.

The road ahead is long, and although he is confident on the surface, in fact he is only half confident this time. His enemies are not only the Latins but also the old nobles of Byzantium. Even the Pizzas currently cooperating are not good. Now the agreement he and Pierre have made is very much like the deal between Alex I and the Venetians, but Justinian will never allow Pisa to become the next Italian city-state that has succumbed to the Roman Empire for hundreds of years.

"It's not easy to be able to tell him to take out his treasure fleet! But it's enough. After all, I am always fair and follow Christ's words of eye for eye and tooth for tooth." In the moonlight, he grinned slightly. The young man whispered softly, bathing in the sea breeze, waiting for the dawn of the next day...