In 1207, the last disobedient separatist nobles of the Roman Empire in northern Moria were completely wiped out, and the heads of the two nobles were hung on the city of Mistrasse. Their territory was also deprived of Justinian and became

Military districts are stationed. This not only means that Justinian really controls the entire Molia, but also means that the territory of the remaining nobles in the Athens area of ​​Corinth is now completely directly bordering Justinian's control.

The Latin nobles who knew the news were all shocked. Justinian became famous in two battles, which was already an indelible shadow in their hearts. After losing a big loss, they chose to cede the land and surrender and gave up Moli.

In most of the sub-districts, they were hiding in castles built in Corinth and Athens. Before this, there was at least a buffer zone between them. The Latin nobles did not even need to pay tribute to Justinian regularly, and could continue to be free and easy as a local emperor.

But now the situation has been completely broken. Before we know it, Justinian has become a behemoth, greedily swallowing everything from Moria's land. The separatist Pronier warlords have become so miserable

The Latin nobles couldn't help but feel sad about the fate of the end. The rabbit died and the fox was sad. Maybe the other party's next target would be them.

At this time, in the city of Corinth, the nobles and knights of various castles of the Achaean vassal state gathered together. It was the first time that the nobles came so neatly after the Battle of Athens. But they were not here to meet them.

The lord of Marquis Charles Charles Prit, but to discuss the current situation together. On the imperial throne on the stage, Marquis Charles, who was still young and thirteen, was still childish and looked at the other noisy nobles in front of him,

I am like a decoration, no one cares about my existence.

Suddenly, the noisy discussions of the nobles calmed down, and everyone turned their eyes to the same place, which was the throne where Marquis Charlie was. So many people stared at themselves, which made the young Marquis nervous and breathe.

It also became unsmooth instantly.

But the nobles were not watching him, but the man behind Charlie Charlie Plitt.

The voice of a middle-aged man suddenly rang out

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

"We are all here, Lord Senna... no, Lord Palace."

All the nobles of Achaia respectfully saluted to the man in front of them, and the man who was standing behind the throne slowly walked out was Viscount Sena who had saved Charles Charles Plit. Now he has become

The new Earl of Corinth, the Palace of Achaia, held the actual power of the entire Achaia vassal state. Because of this, in the eyes of all the nobles, they were not the child who knew nothing on the throne, but

The Earl Senna in front of him.

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

The audience was silent, but the nobles looked at me and I looked at you, but everyone's eyes were the same.

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

As soon as the man finished speaking, there was a noise among the nobles below, and everyone's face turned pale because they had either participated in the Battle of the Alfios or the Battle of Athens, and they had all been defeated in the verge of death.

In Stinian's hands, Molia's little fox, these French nobles called Justinian, was filled with fear and hatred. Finally, they heard that the little fox left Molia and went to Macedonia for nowhere to be found.

Finally, they were relieved and were able to get active and eat back the fiefdom they had abandoned. But now, they suddenly heard that Justinian was back, and as soon as they came back, they secretly allies, Betoni and Rafka

Dior even eliminated the Pronier warlord. Such threats and shocks made the Latin nobles anxious and didn't know what to do.

The Earl Sena quietly waited for the commotion of the Western nobles until it calmed down, and then continued: "Yes, this news is sure that there is no problem, and the arrival of Justinian is definitely not the two Greek warlords,

As for what he is for, I think everyone here should know it very well.”

"But Lord Gong Prime Minister, we have surrendered to him, what else does he want?" A nobleman said in confusion. Since they surrendered, they have been very respectful and dared not step beyond the line. It is completely Molia's

Vassal, what else do Justinian want to do?

The Earl Senna replied lightly: "What else do you want? This fox has already revealed his fangs and is of course all of us. In Moria, the Greek nobles who had originally surrendered to him were deprived of their territory.

Everyone, this is the end of the Greek nobles who are one. Do you think Justinian will let us go?"

As soon as this said, the seat was filled with an uproar.

Deprived of territory?! Justinian actually did this! The Latin nobles who heard that the other party had walked out of such a thing were chilling. They came here for a fiefdom that could be inherited by their descendants in the future. And Justinianlian

Nothing was given to them. The Latin nobles who heard the news couldn't help but get angry, and even more, some cursed at Justinian.

"Everyone, we are not acting impulsively like headless flies. If Justinian leads his troops to the forefront at this time, what should we do? This is what we should care about." The angry voices of other nobles were suppressed.

Earl Senna reminded. His voice fell into everyone's ears and made the nobles of Achaia wonder. If the little fox really wanted to attack them, would he have to sit and wait for death?

Suddenly, the hall of the meeting became silent again, and Earl Senna's words did reach their fatal holes. So what if they were indignant, they were just defeated men under Justinian, and even if they raised an army to resist, they would have failed again. In an instant,

The depressed nobles didn't speak, even if they wanted to speak, they obviously didn't have any confidence in their hearts.

At this moment, the faint voice of Earl Senna hovered over the people's heads in the hall, "We have worked so hard to get on this land. What is it for? You know more than I do.

Now the only thing we have in our hands is our land, and no one can take it away unless we die.”

The inauspicious words fell into the ears of the Achai nobles, but they were as heavy as a pound. Everyone nodded subconsciously. Yes, it was the fourth Eastern Expedition, how pious they had to join the Crusades

What? They only have a desire for wealth and territory, but their obsession with both are no worse than fanatical believers.

At this moment, Earl Senna drew out his long sword and placed it on the table in front of him. The sharp blade shone with a cold light. "Of the tenement he can certainly take away our fiefdom, but I will use this to negotiate with him. What about you

?”

The nobles who were infected by emotions also agreed loudly at this time, expressing their agreement. They either shouted, clenched their fists and slapped the table, and drew their swords.

"We follow in your footsteps, Lord Senna!"

"We follow in your footsteps, Lord Senna!"
Chapter completed!