"Your Highness, please think twice." The aristocrats who opposed the proposal of sending troops seemed extremely firm. Although they were only a minority for a while, their reasonable and cautious attitude did inspire many ambiguous centrists.

On the other side, Charlie Charles Prit, the boy sitting on the throne, seemed at a loss. After all, he was just a half-year-old child. It was a bit too forced for him to govern a country to coordinate the relationship between many nobles.

But at this moment, Viscount Sene, who is now regent, snorted coldly and said, "It's nonsense. If you look forward to the forefront for a mere risk, it will never become a climate. Now it is undoubtedly a great opportunity. Even if you can't get rid of the Greeks' control, you can exchange for the guys in Tripolis to make greater concessions. How can you wait and see that it will become wasteful?"

The man's majestic voice was as loud as a bell, and there was no way to oppose the existence of a voice. As a hero who welcomed Charles Charles Prit to regain the throne of Achaia, Viscount Sena could be said to be more than ten thousand people at this time. For a moment, the nobles who had just opposed it had just moved some of them and were completely suppressed, and they dared to be angry but dared not speak.

At this moment, the attitude of the nobles in the court of Achaia was already very obvious. Under the advice of Viscount Sene, most Latin nobles tended to send troops to join forces with the Greek rebels in Tripolis to deal with Justinian. The only thing they had to wait was that the child on the throne would nod and agree. But for some reason, Charles Charles Prit, as the lord, was a little hesitant.

This made Viscount Sene feel a little impatient, "His Royal Highness Charles, what are you still hesitating about? This may be the only chance to restore His Royal Highness William's will! Are you really willing to live under someone else's roof and continue to become a vassal of the Greeks?" The man said in a very inciting tone, which immediately aroused the resonance of the Latin nobles. They joined the Crusades to seek wealth in the East, and of course they were unwilling to accept the rule of the Byzantines. Since they had the chance, they were of course unwilling to let go.

But at this moment, unexpected things happened. Charlie Charlotte, who had neither agreed nor rejected the throne, asked behind him: "Uncle Baptiste, I want to ask what you think?"

To everyone's surprise, this slightly childish boy actually asked for advice from the man behind him who had never spoken and showed up. As soon as his name was spoken, the atmosphere in the whole palace became tense in an instant.

"Do you really want to listen to my opinion... His Highness Charlie?" Walking out of the curtain behind, Sir Baptist who had been staying in Corinth and did not return to Tripolis at the first time, but the title is not accurate now. The man who chose to be loyal to Justinian has long lost his place among the Achaean Latin nobles.

When Viscount Senna saw his most capable deputy appear in front of him, his face looked gloomy and terrifying.

"Baptiste, this is not a place you should stay!"

"This is something I have allowed specifically. Lord Senna has nothing to do with Uncle Baptiste. But I think what should I do next? Asking is more convincing than what we all know about Justinian's words." The young man who took a deep breath and mustered up his courage interrupted Viscount Senna, who was the regent, with a rare decisiveness in his eyes, which made all the Latin nobles present stunned for a moment.

Even Viscount Sena did not expect that the child would say such words, so he had to swallow the words from his mouth back into his stomach, but there was no good expression on his face. Although he did not regard Baptist as a traitor like other Achaean nobles, Viscount Sena seemed that this man who was already loyal to Justinian should not appear here, let alone His Highness Charles Charles Prit actually asked for his opinion.

Amid the unkind eyes of everyone, Baptist looked very calm, walked to the palace and accepted all the hostility towards him calmly, and said lightly: "I have heard everything you said just now. There are only two views: Viscount Sene advocated joining forces with the nobles of Moria to take advantage of the opportunity to take advantage of the situation, and the other is advocated to watch the changes and avoid wading through this muddy water as much as possible. But I am very curious, why do you seem to have subconsciously believed that Justinian's defeat was decided from the beginning?"

As soon as this said, the whole house burst into laughter. Even Viscount Sene couldn't help but smile and sneer: "Baptiste, you shouldn't be really confused. You are still expecting that young boy? The old nobles of Moria are the enemy of him. What can he do alone?" It can be said that most people who recognize the current situation think that Justinian has no chance to turn the tables. Although the boy has caused them a lot of suffering, these Latin nobles have seen that Justinian is not without weaknesses - that is, they lack their own basic base. Whether it is true or not, they have indeed lost the support of Grand Duke Anastasius. The young man who has never had any bargaining chips in his hand to continue to compete with the Moria nobles.

But facing the ridicule of all the Latin nobles present, Baptist shook his head and said, "It is precisely because his enemy is the people of Moria that things are not as simple as you think."

"What do you mean?" Viscount Sena asked with a sneer and a sneer. He knew his former deputy very well and heard the hidden meaning in Baptiste's words.

Baptiste's face remained unchanged. His eyes swept over everyone in the palace and said slowly: "The meaning is very simple. Isn't the person who was defeated by ten times the strength of the Condoros' Olive Forest to us in the Battle of Condoros and was the one who was defeated by ten times the strength of the troops? To be fair, is Marquis William really comparable to Justinian's intelligence? And the little fox of Moria who once left us a huge shadow still has a new army in the south that is absolutely loyal to him. The two companies in Argos City are nominally waiting for the change, but at the critical moment, do you think they will remain indifferent? As for how to make a decision next, I think all the masters who have thought it through careful consideration will definitely make the right choice."
Chapter completed!