Eagle Flag of Epirus

After hearing Justinian’s answer, Muzfius still did not completely dispel his concerns, but asked: “Would it be better to hand me over to the Latins? I’m afraid they will pay you more.” At this time, Muzfius's voice had completely eased down.

　　 At least in response to Justinian’s answer, he was somewhat convinced, and did not continue to ask questions. After all, everyone will have their own secrets. In any case, Justinian should be trusted at the moment, although the other side's real purpose, Muzfius, is still unclear.

"Please, I am also a citizen of the empire, and I have money to spend for doing such things. It is better to be rewarded if you bring you back to Epirus than a hungry mercenary. "Justinian shrugged, jokingly, what Muzfius said at least showed that he no longer had the same doubts about himself.

"It's too dangerous to go to Constantinople..." Muzifius still expressed his concerns. He killed Alex IV who brought the Crusaders to usurp the throne. In the hands of those Latins, it must die. He really couldn't understand the purpose of Justinian's doing this.

And Justinian did have his intention to do this. At this time, the Latin empire established by the Crusades came out, and the younger brother Henry of Emperor Baldwin swept the Nicaea Empire in Anatolia, while Baldwin I would be here. Soon after the Battle of Adriatic Fort was defeated by the Bulgarians and plunged into chaos, that would be their best chance to escape to Epirus.

　　, on the contrary, taking the route south is very likely to be intercepted by the Venetians and be in danger.

　　 But now Justinian knew that he had to persuade Muzifius before he could. He couldn't tell the other party that he could predict the future.

　　 "If you take the southern route, it might be more dangerous if Boniface controls the Peloponnese and Macedonia now." Justinian asked casually.

　　 And when Justinian said the name, Muzfeus's shoulder shuddered reflexively.

　　 The Marquis of Montferrat, Boniface, the leader of the Fourth Crusade, was a nightmare task. It was he who led the army to break Constantinople. He should have been the emperor of the Latin Empire, but because of Venice’s fear of him, Boniface failed to obtain Constantinople and instead obtained the Salonika area and Athens Collins in the south to establish Sa Kingdom of Lonika.

　　Muzfius, who was imprisoned in the castle, only knew about this now, so that he couldn't believe it.

　　 "Are you sure this is the case?"

"Of course, this was something I overheard when Alexei III was talking about it. You are all very jealous of that person, aren't you?" Justinian lied again, but it seems that the effect is remarkable at the moment. It's easier to persuade each other with fear.

　　 "On the contrary, Constantinople is more empty and safe, and a large number of refugees flock to Bulgaria because of the war. It is easier to get through. Now do you think my decision makes more sense."

　　 Muzfius was also silent for a while. He did not expect that even the heart of the empire like the Peloponnese of Macedonia would be divided by the Latins, and he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

"Then... just follow your plan, but we are now penniless, and more importantly, where to find a ship to Constantinople." Muzfius agreed to Justinian's plan, but There are still some worries, how can they get on the boat when Venice has a monopoly on navigation?

　　 "You can rest assured at this point, I'm ready, let's get on the horse first. It is not suitable to stay here for long."

　　 Justinian had already planned to take out the locket and rotate the lid to collect all the belongings of the opponent. In addition, the short bow of the Turkic cavalry was also used by Justinian. Holding the horse, Justinian quieted the horse even though it was a bit untamed. He let Muzfius sit in the back and ride the horse in the front. They must get out of here quickly or get caught. The Turkic forces found that it was in trouble.

　　 "Drive!" Justinian yelled, and the horse galloped, carrying the two and disappeared into the distance, leaving the place where the **** wind was about to be ushered in.

　　……

　　 A seaport on the west coast. This is not a traditional important commercial distribution center. It used to be only a transit point for food transportation in Anatolia, but now it has become a secret place for Genoese merchants to smuggle.

　　 By this, the merchants of Genoa made a fortune from the Eastern trade.

However, the businessman Phillips looked at his bills but couldn't be happy. In the past two years, the Venetians controlled a large number of islands in Byzantium, and the monopolized commercial and trade profits became Venice's. Genoa suffered heavy losses every year, and many Genoa The businessman was on the verge of bankruptcy.

　　 Although Phillips can support this port, it will be sooner or later that the Venetians control Constantinople's suppression of their Genoese. He has to worry about this, because today his business carries very few goods.

　　 He is sitting on the edge of the port and frowning while calculating the accounts, while his guys are carrying the goods. "Damn the Venetian!" couldn't help but slammed Phillips against the table, and then a money bag fell in front of him.

　　 raised his head subconsciously, not knowing when a young man under twenty years old stood in front of him, looking at himself with a slight smile.

　　 But Phillips, who is ill-tempered, doesn't have a good face. "What's the matter?" He weighed the weight of the purse and guessed how much money was in it.

"Can you send the two of us to Constantinople?" Justinian said. This is something he didn't intend to know from the villager who delivered the wine before. The smugglers are often more powerful than anyone, and more important. The other party is Genoese.

"Two people go to Constantinople. I am afraid that this little money is not enough? Who are you, go there at this time." Phillips glanced at the young man in front of him and the middle-aged man in a cloak behind him~www.wuxiaspot .com~ asked thoughtfully.

　　 This caused Muzfius, who was covering his face, to sink. Although he was blinded, he would be recognized if he thought about it, and he took a step back subconsciously.

　　 But Justinian said without changing his face: "We are mercenaries following His Royal Highness Henry's expedition to Nicaea, but my uncle was injured and blinded, so he left the army alone."

　　 "Oh, deserter! No wonder..." Phillips sneered. In his opinion, the opponent had gotten on his black ship and left because he was a deserter.

"But this is really not enough. We are not having a good time these days. I just ransacked the city called the heart of the world and it's not too much for a little more blood!" Phillips was sure that the other party could only agree to a profiteer. Sit down and set the price up.

　　 And Justinian frowned slightly, took out a silver wine glass from his arms and placed it on the table, "Is that enough?"

　　 Phillips, who was bright in front of him, was in his hand quickly, and he saw at a glance that the silver wine glass was very good, not only very good, but still an old thing. It seems that mercenaries who don't know the goods snatched it over and used it as ordinary silverware, but in fact it was because Justinian only had this thing, the least valuable.

　　 "Then can we get on the boat now? I hope to leave as soon as possible." Justinian asked.

　　 "Of course, but you don't want to have a good boat shop for this kind of boat." Phillips put away the money and silver wine glass and waved his hand impatiently.

　　 Justinian didn't bother to say anything and took Muzfeus towards the splint. Looking at the backs of the two, Phillips muttered to himself. "It's incredible, someone will go to Constantinople at this time."