"But... we may not be able to stay here again, right?" Although the people sent by Sgrace in front of us were swearing, the Venetians now knew that Justinian's arrival was like a frightened bird. More people, including Mobis, were more inclined to go north to meet Leosgrace in Tripolis.

Anyway, their goal has been achieved this time, the wisest option when evacuating here early.

However, the old man wearing a cloak shook his head and dissuaded: "Any rash move will be discovered at this time. Your Excellency. This is too far from Tripolis. If there is any accident, you should understand that you and I cannot afford it."

As soon as this said, Mobis's face became very ugly for a moment. When he recalled the previous escaping from death, he was still scared and had to admit that what the old man in front of him said was indeed reasonable.

But the dilemma made Mobis have to make a decision at this time, and he said impatiently: "But since that's the case, what should we do? You can't wait for the damn Greeks to leave on their own in this wilderness, right? I'm afraid we were almost starving to death by then."

The old man who had already expected that the other party would have such concerns took off his cloak and squeezed out a smile with his wrinkled face, and said softly: "You can rest assured of this. Lord Leosgrace sent him to come down naturally before he came down." Then he took out a map that had been prepared from his arms and pointed it on the map with his extremely thin finger.

"This is the best place to hide. Now Justinian has lost our traces. As long as you are cautious enough to delay enough time, after the Duke handles the matter at hand, the little fox will be difficult to care about. Then he will be unable to protect himself, but how can he care about the here?"

Following the place on the map pointed by the old man, Mobis was a little skeptical, "Here?"

The other party nodded and said, "Yes, the Demobil Valley is rarely visited here, and even there are only a handful of people who know it. The forests on the outside completely cover it up. This is undoubtedly the most perfect hiding place, right? The Duke of Leo also sent me to prepare food in it. I believe it is enough for us to support this period of time." The old man's swearing words made the Venetians behind Mobis a little shaken. The previous brief contact had already scared them. Compared to having a safe hiding place, it would definitely be much smaller than the risk of breaking through.

But Mobis was still hesitant and looked at the other party coldly and sneered: "Can Sgros really be so kind?" Although the person in front of him was indeed a little moved, in fact, the man kept reminding himself in his heart that the guy in front of him was also a cunning Greek, and even the guy who could betray his compatriots was untrustworthy.

However, the other party in front of him was still calm and said seriously: "His words have come to this point, of course, it is up to you to decide. As for Duke Leo's attitude - if we really have the idea of ​​ill-conspiracy, it is best not to save him before, right? Why do you have to be so troublesome? You must know that we are on the same side in dealing with Justinian."

After the old man finished speaking, he seemed to remember something, his expression was full of resentment. It was this that finally made Mobis reluctantly believe the other party and nodded slowly: "Maybe that's the case, the Greeks, at least we have a common enemy to deal with now. Then believe you for once, everyone is ready to set off and go to the valley of Demobil, and hope that the little fox cursed by God will not let us meet again."

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And when the south was already faintly swaying and undercurrents, everything seemed to be still operating in an orderly manner in the city of Tripolis, which Justinian was far away.

Although Molia's great nobles had some conflict with Justinian before, the two garrisons who stayed in the city were the garrison commander Rio and Neuski, plus Grand Duke Anastasius, and everything was still calm at present.

But this is just a seemingly calm, and anyone knows that Molia is not safe at all. Although the Latin rule collapsed due to Justinian's appearance and the Venetians fled in a hurry, the land that was severely damaged was a piece of fat in the eyes of all forces. Not to mention that the castles in the northern Corinth area were still occupied by the Latin nobles who were seemingly surrendering, and they were always ready to bite. Invisibly, the forces of all parties formed a delicate balance, but once they were broken, an avalanche would occur.

Especially now that Justinian has gone to the south, both supporters and opponents are very nervous about this, and rumors from the south have also aggravated people's panic.

"Is there news there in Coroni?"

"For the time being, everything is normal, just..."

"It's just that it's too smooth, but it feels a little abnormal, right?" Looking at the hesitant expression on the long face of the guard Leo, Neuski also expressed his thoughts. Although they certainly did not want any accidents, from beginning to end, they had neither encountered other people's obstruction from the south nor did they make any big moves, which always made them feel a little strange inside.

"Yes, it seems that only a small group of Venetians are doing destruction, but this does not explain why those people do this at all." Frowning, the governor of Leo expressed his concerns. What worried them the most was that the enemy's purpose was what they had no idea yet.

"At this point, I can only take one step at a time. I just hope everything goes well in Justinian!"

"I hope! After all, Grand Duke Anastasius will be in charge here. I'm sorry some people dare not act rashly." Despite this, the two of them did not have such confidence in their hearts, and they could only hope that the matter in the south could be resolved as soon as possible.

"But I'm a little worried about something." Suddenly, the governor of Leo seemed to remember something, and his expression became wrong.

"What's wrong?" Neuski asked.

"The Grand Duke Anastasius recently returned to the monastery on the mountain outside the city to live in seclusion. I wonder... is it a bit unsafe?" said the governor of Leo worriedly. After all, as Justinian's nominal adoptive father, Justinian and their power in Molia depended heavily on the identity of the old man. He has always had some complaints about this. If something unexpected happens, the consequences will be unimaginable.

But Neuski didn't seem to see this, shook his head and said, "Don't worry about this. It is impossible for an existence in a high position to consider this. I believe that the autocratic priest chose there for another reason."
Chapter completed!