"Master Justinian, the Latins are already here." The messenger outside the tent walked in, and at that moment, the originally tense situation eased. Since the Latins came to negotiate before sunset, they could not continue to insist on attacking Karamai City, and at this time Justinian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Even now, Justinian could not guarantee that he could suppress the army with this battle flag. In the event of a mutiny, the Turkic mercenaries under Arslan had not come yet, and it was hard to guarantee that there would be no mistake.

"Where are they now?" Justinian asked, he had to resolve the matter here as soon as possible in case there was any change in the situation.

"Just in front of the camp, the other party claimed to be the commander of the defender, Sir Baptiste, and he hoped that you could meet you alone."

"When we meet alone, he is the only one?" Justinian frowned slightly. This request was really rude. It was obvious that this time had come, and the Latins were still so stubborn. He began to doubt the other party's sincerity in negotiations.

The Byzantine officers on the side sneered even more, "Mr. Justinian, you have also seen these Latin people's rude attitude. Instead of doing this, it's better to destroy this place to serve as a warning." Eriksen said again fiercely, but what responded to him was Justinian's cold gaze that made the veteran of the war who had been through a long battle also subconsciously took a step back. At that moment, he felt the murderous aura on the young man!

Erikson, slightly shocked, quickly stopped his mouth, and Justinian immediately withdrew his gaze and said lightly: "Since they requested this, there is no problem in agreeing to them!"

"Master Justinian, you can't-!" Unexpectedly, Justinian really agreed. The Byzantine officers were about to object, but Justinian had already walked out of the tent on his own.

Looking at Justinian's back, these Byzantine soldiers couldn't help but show cold eyes. Since the establishment of the Pronian system, they have been military aristocrats of generations of generals. They not only inherited their military ranks, but also controlled a large area of ​​land and Pronian soldiers. Although they did not have titles, their status was definitely not low. In their eyes, Justinian was just a nouveau riche, and even now they had to bow their heads.

"Hmph, this kid is so arrogant!"

"General Fallon will not let him go, he is just a little guy. He was lucky enough to be taken seriously by His Majesty the Emperor and the Earl, so he dared not take us seriously."

"Sooner or later I will give him some color!"

"But the key is how to deal with him now. Even General Fallon chose to give in. What can we do with this!"

"It's really hateful!"

The angry words of these Byzantine officers could only lower their voices and whisper like poisonous snakes, because they knew that they would not dare to make the case public.

...

On the other hand, although Justinian did not hear the words of those arrogant soldiers, he knew it well. He had already prepared for all this. One reason was that he did not have enough prestige, and the other reason was that the dynasty was in turmoil since Andorex raised the throne. When the unlegalized Angeles dynasty, Alexei III tried his best to cater to local nobles, especially military nobles, to win over local nobles, especially military nobles. It directly led to the generals of various military regions' self-respecting themselves. The arrogance and domineering military nobles had reached an unparalleled level. Because of this, when the Crusaders besieged Constantinople, only the army directly under the emperor could call Byzantium.

Thinking of this, Justinian couldn't help but shake his head and said in his heart: I really want to thank you, His Majesty Alexa III, you have really left us a mess!

At this moment, Justinian no longer cared about these issues that would be dealt with later. The most urgent task now is to negotiate with the Latins in the city of Carame. Between the Byzantine army and the castle, a negotiating table has been set up beyond the range of bow and arrow shooting, and Sir Baptist is waiting for Justinian to arrive.

After an afternoon of fierce negotiations, everyone in Karamai finally reached an agreement, that is, the conditions were to choose to surrender. At this time, Justinian slowly walked out of the military formation on a horse, and there were no followers around him, which made Baptist breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that the other party kept his promise.

Only a while later, Justinian got off the horse and led his mount to Baptiste.

"Hello, Lord Justinian."

"You are Sir Baptiste, the lord of this castle?" Justinian asked.

"I am Baptiste, but the lord here is Viscount Sena. I am just his deputy, responsible for protecting the place. Viscount Sena should still be in Corinth and don't know what's going on here." Baptiste replied in a low voice.

Justinian nodded and said, "Very good, then you should have made a decision. You came here very well, just a little bit, and my subordinates were going to use a sword to siege me." Justinian's relaxed words seemed to be joking, but looking at the other party's ice-blue eyes, Baptist knew that the other party was saying the truth.

"Yes, we are willing to surrender and offer this castle in exchange for your promise. Are you really willing to let us leave unconditionally?" This is the most critical for the Achaean army. If the other party does not agree, it means that most people will become slaves. "You must know that Lord Viscount has a hundred knights. If he learns that his territory has been taken away, he will definitely come back and ask for it. If you cannot forgive us, we can only resist to the death. You may not be able to take down this city soon. I remind you that the four thousand troops in Tripolis have noticed your invasion, and I think your number will not exceed this number. Please keep your previous promise. Is this the only thing I request?"

"Are you threatening me?" Of course Justinian knew that the other party was forced to do something urgent, and wanted to ask for a way out, but he didn't like the feeling of being threatened.

Baptist, who realized that he had lost his words, quickly said, "Of course not, please don't get me wrong, Lord Justinian, we just--" He was afraid that Justinian would suddenly withdraw his promise, but Justinian interrupted him--

"Yes, I can guarantee that all Latin people can get out of here safely. But I hope what just happened will be the last time."

Justinian himself had no intention of revenge on the Latins. No matter how many prisoners there were, it would be useless to him now. Time is the most important thing now.

And this finally made Baptiste breathe a sigh of relief, "Then I'll prepare for things now when I go back." He thought Justinian might be ready to accept the castle now.
Chapter completed!