At this time, in the palace of Constantinople, the Latins were arguing fiercely about something.

"Bohemond, what on earth do you mean? Can't you march now?" the man shouted angrily. He almost turned over the entire table, but the knights from Achaia and Athens in front of him did not do so at all.

Keep it in mind.

"Sir Gallias, we did not say that we would not support Adrianople. It is just that it is getting late now. If we go to the battlefield exhausted, it will not be of much help to His Majesty Baldwin." A man named Bohemond

It was the leaders of the vassal army this time. According to the principle of "the vassals I vassal are not my vassals", because they were vassals of Boniface, when they came to Constantinople, they not only had extremely poor military discipline but also did not accept it at all.

The commander of the Latin Empire refused to rush to the battlefield now.

At this moment, Gallias, as a garrison officer, had nothing to do against these people. Even if he warned Constantinople that they might have sneaked into the Greek resistance organization and waited for an opportunity to attack, these Boniface troops were like uncles.

They couldn't seem to move a step.

But there was nothing that could be done about it. The emperor did not gain the broadest support, and internal divisions in the Latin Empire were unavoidable. This was also the empire's "congenital shortcomings", and the loose coalition rule was extremely weak. The Bodhisattva who should have ruled Constantinople

Nifas was already very dissatisfied with Baldwin, so it was good to send troops.

The two sides were in a stalemate, and the angry Gallias had to leave the room with his men, while the subordinates around him advised:

"Sir Gallias, let's forget it. They can stay here for one night at most. As long as we pay attention to security, there shouldn't be any big problem."

But Gallias frowned and shook his head: "I hope so. You order everyone to step up the interrogation today, and the night curfew strictly prohibits anyone from moving around. The front line is now at a critical moment, and the strength of these guys is necessary."

." If it weren't for the alliance between Greece and Bulgaria, the Latin Empire wouldn't have to be so nervous. It was responsible for guarding the rear for Emperor Baldwin and would naturally never want any accidents to happen.

But unfortunately, things went counterproductive, and an uprising was brewing in the city.

…

In the room, Justinian and Muzphius remained silent, as if they were under house arrest in disguise.

Muziphius was considering whether Justinian was really qualified to entrust him with the important task, but at this moment Justinian did not realize this yet.

"What are you going to do now?" Muzfius asked.

"I want to make it clear to them that if you tell them your identity, maybe they can let us leave smoothly. I don't want to take the risk." Justinian directly expressed his thoughts. Participating in this riot was undoubtedly an egg against a stone, although he agreed.

Vasily, but Justinian still hesitated, and if he stepped in at will, he would be shattered into pieces if he was not careful.

But contrary to his expectations, Muzphius shook his head and rejected his proposal.

"I'm afraid I can't agree. No matter what, I still didn't resist until the end that day. I am regarded by people as a monarch who abandoned the people. And if I want to escape at this time, do you think they will allow this to happen?" Muzfius

After Alexius III escaped, he had no choice but to ascend the throne. He killed Isaac and Alexei, who were traitors and sought glory, and gained the support of the people of Constantinople, but in the end he had no way to resist.

The Crusaders fled the imperial capital before the city was breached.

In a sense, he is no different from Alexius III.

"What should we do? What do people like this expect them to do in Constantinople under martial law?" Justinian suddenly asked the other party angrily. From the beginning to now, Muzphius has not trusted him, and

Now he needed this man's help but was rebuffed, which made him lose his temper.

Justinian understood that doing so would deepen the rift between the two people at this moment...but he couldn't care much more at this moment when his lives were at stake.

But Muzphius was not swayed by Justinian's anger. The two stood in the room without saying a word, and the entire atmosphere dropped to freezing point in an instant.

After a long silence, Muzphius suddenly said: "Now I need your help, Mr. Justinian. If I don't wash away the shame of the past, I will still be a sinner of the empire, and I will be worthless to you."

." Although he could no longer see his eyesight, the tragedy in Constantinople made him extremely heartbroken. Unlike Alexius III, who was greedy for profit, he ascended the throne more out of helplessness. At that time, he really thought

He wanted to save the city, but he failed. At the last moment, he fled weakly and did not live or die with Constantinople. Maybe this is understandable, but no matter what, he was the emperor of the empire. This catastrophe

Although he didn't cause it, he was still responsible for it. That's why he decided to stay.

"So...are you here to atone for your sins?" Justinian felt a deep helplessness in his heart, but at such a critical moment, he asked, "But even so, what can I do on my own?" The Ark of the Covenant was resurrected.

He has fallen into a deep sleep since then, and at this time he has no ability.

"Yes." Muzfius nodded, "Of course I won't force you to do anything, because we are just a cooperative relationship now, but I choose to stay here."

Such a reply made Justinian feel powerless. Of course he could leave Muzphius here and find another way out, but without Muzphius's help, he would have nothing. How could he find that person?

The so-called fragments of the Ark of the Covenant.

After struggling in his heart for a long time, Justinian finally nodded and agreed to Muzfius's request: "Okay, I promise to help you, Your Majesty Muzfius. But I also hope that after this incident is over, you

Can you please stop making your own decisions?" He had no choice. In history, this riot achieved its goal but was eventually suppressed, which meant that many people would lose their lives. Justinian knew that getting involved meant risking a lot.

Unknown risks, and more importantly, it would be bad if he, who was personally involved, didn't believe what had changed to cause the world line to change.

But now he has no choice -

At this moment, he felt that his head seemed to be getting bigger. The chaotic history mentioned in just a few words did not help him predict the future. Instead, it gave him a kind of hesitation to look forward and backward.

But at this moment, Muzphius suddenly said something that made Justinian unbelievable.

"I know what you are thinking about. They really cannot hold back so many Latin armies. But there is one thing that can - have you ever heard of the Fire of the Sea?"

"You mean Greek fire?!" Justinian was surprised. The so-called fire of the sea is the famous Greek fire. It was the name of the Byzantines themselves. Instead, later generations generally called the Arabs Greek fire and it was widely spread.

.The Byzantine Empire relied on this secret weapon to defeat the siege of Constantinople by the Arab Empire's navy. Its formula is still a mystery. It should be made from petroleum. However, with the rapid development of the Byzantine Empire's armaments, it was lost.

In the oil-producing area of ​​Armenia, Greek fire gradually disappeared and was no longer used on a large scale in wars. But at this moment, from the mouth of Muzphius, it seems that Greek fire still exists in Constantinople.

"Yes, there is indeed some ocean fire in this city, but no one knows where it is except for a few people. And I am exactly one of those few people." Muzfius has already done this before

After being prepared, and when Justinian finally agreed to his request, Muzphius decided to tell him. To a certain extent, it also meant that this man had recognized Justinian's position in his heart.

On the other side, Justinian was overjoyed to learn that there was such a big killer as Greek fire. Before the advent of the gunpowder age, there was no doubt that Greek fire was no less than a strategic weapon. With it, it might be possible to attack these Latin enemies.
Chapter completed!