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In 1207, the last disobedient nobles of the Roman Empire in the northern part of Moria were completely wiped out, and the heads of the two nobles were hung on the head of the city of Mystras. And their territory was also taken away by Justinian and became a military garrison. And this not only means that Justinian really controls the entire Moriah, but also that the territory of the remnant nobles in Corinthian Athens is now completely and directly bordered by Justinian's control.

The Latin aristocrats who knew the news for the first time were all horrified, and Justinian's fame in the two wars had long been a shadow in their hearts. After a big defeat, they chose to cede the land and surrender, and abandoned most of Moria, and they huddled in the castles built in Corinth and Athens. Before that, there was at least a buffer zone among them, and the Latin nobles did not even need to pay tribute to Justinian regularly, and could continue to be the emperor of the land at ease. But now the situation has been completely broken. Unknowingly, Justinian has become a behemoth, greedily swallowing everything in Moria's land. The separatist Pronière warlord has become such a miserable end, and the Latin aristocrats can't help but feel afflicted. The rabbits and foxes are sad, maybe they are the next target of the opponent.

At this time, in the city of Corinth, the nobles and knights of the various castles of the Achaean horde gathered together. After the Battle of Athens, it was the first time that nobles came so neatly. It's just that they didn't come to see their lord, Marquis Charlie Chapulit, but to discuss the countermeasures of the current situation together. On the throne on the stage, the thirteen-year-old Marquis Charles was still childish, looking awkwardly at the other noisy nobles in front of him, and he was like a decoration without anyone caring about his existence.

Suddenly, the nobles' noisy discussions calmed down, and everyone turned their eyes to the same place, which was the throne where the Marquis Charlie was. And so many people staring at him suddenly made the young Marquis nervous and his breathing became unsmooth.

But the nobles were not looking at him, but the man behind Charlie Chapulitt.

The voice of a middle-aged man suddenly sounded at this moment--

"Long time no see, I think you should all be here today!"

"We are all here, Your Excellency Senna... No, Lord Mistress."

All the nobles of Achaia respectfully saluted the man in front of him, and the man who stood behind the throne and walked out slowly was the Viscount Senna who had rescued Charlie Chaplet. Now he has become the new minister of Achaia, the new Count of Corinth, and he is in charge of the actual power of the entire Marquis of Achaia. Because of this, in the eyes of all the nobles, the object of their allegiance was not the child who knew nothing on the throne, but the Count Senna in front of him.

Earl Senna glanced at the people present, nodded slightly, and said, "That's good. I think everyone here should have understood what I asked you to discuss together, right?"

There was dead silence in the audience, but nobles, you looked at me and I looked at you, but everyone's eyes were the same.

And Earl Senna slowly said: "Yes, what we are discussing today is to deal with the fox, the fox that brought us infinite trouble and nightmares. Justinian, he is back!"

As soon as the man’s voice fell, there was another noisy noise among the nobles below, and everyone’s expressions were ashen, because they had either participated in the Battle of Alfios or in the Battle of Athens, and they were all defeated in the Chase. Stinney's hands. Moria's little fox, these French nobles called Justinian so, full of fear and hatred in their hearts. Finally, they heard that the little fox had left Moriah for Macedonia and disappeared. Finally, they were relieved that they were able to become active and cannibalize the fief they gave up again. But now, they suddenly heard that Justinian was back, and as soon as they came back they eliminated their secret allies, Bettoni and Lafcadio, even the Pronier warlord. Such threats and shocks made the Latin nobles feel worried, and they didn't know what to do.

The Earl of Senna waited quietly for the commotion of the Western aristocrats until it subsided, and then continued: "Yes, this news is definitely not a problem, and the arrival of Justinian is definitely not the target of the two Greek warlords. As for what he did, I think everyone in this room knows it well."

"But Master Palace, we have already surrendered to him, what else does he want?" a nobleman said in a puzzled manner. Since they surrendered, they have been very submissive and dare not take a step beyond the thunder pond. The vassal, what does Justinian want to do.

And Earl Senna replied indifferently: "What else do you want? This fox has already shown his fangs-of course it is ours. In Moria, the Greek nobles who originally surrendered to him were deprived of it. Territory. The fate of the Greek nobility, you all, is the same, do you think Justinian will let us go?"

As soon as this remark came out, the time was filled with an uproar——

Deprived of territory? ! Justinian would actually do this! The Latin nobles shuddered when they heard that the other party had come out of such a thing. They came here not far away for a fief to be inherited by future generations. And Justinian didn't even give them this, and the Latin nobles who heard the news couldn't help but become angry, and even yelled at Justinian.

"Everyone, it's not like we acted impulsively like headless flies. If Justinian led the troops to crush the border at this time, what should we do? This is what we should care about." Suppressing the angry voices of other nobles, Count Senna reminded ~www.readwn.com~ and his voice fell in everyone’s ears, and the nobles of Achaia couldn’t help thinking, if the little fox really wants to do something to them, it’s impossible to just sit back and wait. ?

Suddenly, the discussion hall became silent again, and Earl Senna's words did reach their death point directly. Even if they were filled with righteous indignation, they were just defeated by Justinian, and even if they revolted, they would fail again and again. The nobles who were in a moment of depression did not speak, even if they wanted to speak and stopped, they obviously had no confidence in their hearts.

At this moment, the faint voice of Earl Senna hovered above the people's heads in the hall, "We have worked so hard to set foot on this land, and you know better than I am. Now the only thing we have in our hands is our land. For us, no one can take it away unless we die."

The inaudible words fell into the ears of the Achaean nobles, but they were as important as they were, and everyone nodded subconsciously. Yes, it's the fourth crusade. How much piety did they have to join the Crusade? Only the desire for wealth and territory is nothing, but their obsession with both is by no means worse than fanatics.

At this moment, Earl Senna drew out the long sword and placed it on the table in front of him, the sharp blade shining with cold light. "Justinian, of course, can take our fief, but I will negotiate with him over this. What about you?"

The nobles who were affected by emotions also echoed loudly at this time, and they all agreed. They either shouted, or clenched fists and slapped the table, and drew out their swords.

"We follow in your footsteps, Lord Senna!"

"We follow in your footsteps, Lord Senna!"

A new countercurrent gathered at this time and gathered in one place and turned into a stormy sea.