"So, is the real identity of the so-called Chincha warrior the Edessa border that came this time?" Sitting at the dining table enjoying breakfast, Constantoria had not had such a pleasant meal for a long time, and the Byzantine sea fish have always been delicious to arouse his already dull taste buds. His smile was relaxed before, until his nephew rushed to tell him the results of the investigation.

"Is it just a little Greek Count? I thought it was a big man! But why should I pretend to be a guild?" The old man cut open the fish in disappointment and refused.

"Maybe that person doesn't want Emperor Mikhail to know that he surrendered to Theodor Ducas." Andrea Doria, who was standing beside him, speculated.

"Maybe!" Although Constellia, who had taken a sip of wine, said that, she seemed to disagree with the expression on her face. After taking a few bites, she took a tissue and wiped her mouth and got up from the chair.

"Do you think there is anything wrong with it?" Seeing this Andrea Doria hesitated.

"Actually, aren't you doubting, my child? It's incredible that a little border lord has such skills. You have to know that the Greeks who have reached that position are the most common." Constance mocked disdainfully.

"So, do I want me to send someone to verify it?"

But the old man waved his hand and said, "No need, it's too much time to go back and forth, so it's meaningless to find out. But there's one thing you're right - Theodor really doesn't want to tell Emperor Mikhail about that person's true identity."

"But Theodor may cause us a lot of trouble in the future. It is obviously just a Greek nobleman. Uncle, do you want it..." With a look of inquiry, Andrea seemed to be hinting at getting rid of Theodor Ducas.

But it was directly rejected. Constance said slowly: "No, no, no, you are still too young. My dear nephew, although he has caused us a lot of trouble, it also indirectly stated that he does have enough ability. It is not too difficult for us to get rid of him, but it is the most suitable choice to clean up the trouble for the Greek king for free, leaving him to restrain him." The old people who are well versed in the ways of checks and balances are well versed in the way of checks and balances. Although they are willing to help Epirus, they are actually just to fight against the Venetians. No one wants a powerful Roman Empire to once again stand on the road of wealth.

Seeing his uncle say this, Andrea Doria nodded respectfully and said: "My uncle, what you teach is that we are now--"

"Prepare to watch the game. Anyway, His Majesty Mikhail's useless illegitimate child can't even get up from bed. Whether or not he can stop Theodor's man from winning is no longer so important. But I'm still very curious about who is better than Alfred."

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The deacon, Niki Fruz, who presided over the conference, walked into the competition venue with Emperor Mikhail. Although there was an accident last night, the competition still had to continue. His eyes turned to the tent where Prince Theodor was located, and he saw that the seat next to the man was empty, and even a family member was not brought here, which made him feel very confused.

"How is that child Nicholas now?" The emperor's low voice suddenly rang in his ears. Emperor Mikhail obviously did not sleep well last night, obviously he was still worried about his seriously injured illegitimate son. However, although this is already well known to people, as the emperor, it is difficult for this man to visit in person, so he left it all to Nickifruth.

Nickifrus quickly replied: "Please rest assured that His Highness Nicholas is not seriously injured. Although he is not seriously injured, it is not a serious injury. It should not cause any sequelae. It is just that he must rest well for a period of time."

Upon hearing this news, Mikhail Ducas's eyes were even more gloomy, and he was obviously extremely angry. "Hmph, Theodor is really brave!" Whether it was the Censor warrior who made his own decisions, the emperor had already kept the accounts on his brothers.

Then he ordered: "Tell the Genoese that in addition to their victory this time, if they can take the life of the inspector, they will definitely thank him again in the future. I want him to know that even if the dog is hungry, he will not know that he cannot bite his master's hand." His cold expression and his eyes are like a knife. Such a scene made Nicky Fruz feel frightened, and it was obvious that the Majesty in front of him was really furious.

He did not dare to be slow at all, and then the frightened chief deacon ordered someone to send news to the Genoa people.

At this time, the horn of the first competition that day was just blowing. Everyone was watching the martial arts field with concentration, not paying attention to the undercurrents surging under the grand event at this moment.

There are only the last two games left, and the biggest favorite to win the championship is naturally the Chincha warrior sent by Prince Theodor and the representative of the Genoese - the Frank warrior who took the ruthless move.

However, the support for the Chinchana Warriors on the field was actually half-hearted. The Chinchana Barbarians and the Franks from the west were actually half-hearted in the eyes of the Byzantines. At first, people still had some good feelings for the Franks. After all, everyone admired the strong, but their increasingly cruel behavior caused many people to be very disgusted, especially yesterday that the young warrior sent by the Marquis of the Border Region was knocked down by his heavy shackles and was seriously injured. People became more and more convinced that he was defeated by Nicholas Ovania because he was deliberately cheating.

So as soon as Alfred, sent by the Doria family appeared on the scene, it attracted a lot of boos.

"One hundred Suga won the Chischa warriors of His Highness Prince Theodor's family." A nobleman shouted at this time. He was from Prince Theodor's jurisdiction, and his intention was self-evident.

But the people who watched the fun did not bother to be serious, so they naturally followed the trend and participated in this gamble. What was originally secretly turned over to the public, which made Emperor Mikhail, who had witnessed all this, look as if he was just as pale. But it was hard to say anything, because countless nobles and civilians had already placed bets secretly.

"Two hundred!" At this time, some of the Genoese nobles stood up and responded coldly. It was Baron Fernan, "Two hundred goldmarks bet Alfred of the Doria family won."
Chapter completed!