"It's not the time yet, His Highness Boriel!"

"But when will we have to wait?" Having had enough of this long confrontation, Boriel Assen only wanted to end this protracted civil war as soon as possible.

But the Earl Connortin did not give in at all, shook his head and said, "I understand your mood, Your Highness, but now is not the time. Our Highness Ivan has obviously intention to do this. Do you think Ivan doesn't know if you do this? He is waiting for you and you are unable to hold back, and you are trapped in him again. What he wants now is not the pass between the Ograri Mountains and the Belacisa Mountains, or even the position of the Tsar, but your life, His Highness Borier."

"Wait for me?" Boriel Assen, who was slightly stunned, didn't react for a moment. At this time, in front of him, Earl Connortin unfolded the map he had prepared and placed it in front of Grand Duke Boriel.

"Please see--Although the Ograzedon and the Belassas pass are indeed very important to us, just as if our defense was inlaid with an awl, the other party also committed the taboo of going deep into the army alone. But why did they take this dangerous move? It was to lure us into the trap they set step by step." Pointing to the mark on the map, Earl Connortin said seriously. He was very sure that this was the trap set by Ivan Assen. For the Bulgarians, luring the enemy into the trap was an ordinary method.

On the other hand, seeing that Earl Connortin was so persistent, Boriel Assen, the future Tsar of the Grand Duke, could not help but be intimidated by it. He later reacted for a while and said, "But Earl Simon is in their hands, we can't just stand by and watch..."

According to the current situation, although the Earl Simon, stationed at the Ograzeden and Belasses Passes, was wiped out, he should still be alive in the hands of each other. Such an important figure is also an important part of the aristocratic forces in Bulgaria. Although Borier has known the dangers, he still cannot remain indifferent.

"No one lets you stand by, but teaches you to temporarily endure and wait for the opportunity. If you always understand this, then when will you sit firmly on the throne of the Tsar?" said Connouting, looking at his nephew with a sigh.

"Yes, uncle, I understand what you mean." Nodded, Boriel shook his chin and was still a little unwilling. "I would have liked my guard not stayed in Macedonia but was by my side!" He felt quite angry and regretful. The cavalry was the most elite ace in Boriel's hands, all of whom were selected from the nomadic Pechenneg people in the kingdom. Even in the whole of Bulgaria, Boriel was confident that he believed that they were the best among them, but before leaving in front of him, his uncle, Earl Connortin, strongly advocated lending them to the Greek Justinian.

Although it was true that that man saved his life at the beginning, Boriel Assen really couldn't understand why Count Connortin did this. That was not his style.

The Earl of Connontin also saw Grand Duke Borier's confusion and replied lightly: "Your Highness, you will understand my intention in the future. Although it was my subordinate who saw him in the back camp that he had proved that he was not suspected of assassinating His Majesty the Tsar, I had a intuition that the boy named Justinian was definitely intimately connected with the person behind the scenes. The causes planted for a while may get different fruits in the future. Please believe my judgment!"

Seeing that his uncle had said this, Boriel had no choice but to believe it. At this moment, he turned his gaze back to the previous map, while the rude fat man was gritting his teeth in secret. He had always been aware of the outside world's evaluation of him, and he also understood that his ability was actually far inferior to his cousin Ivan Assen, but because of this, he was unwilling to admit defeat, even if he had only this chance to fight for anything.

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At the other side, the newly occupied Ograzed Mountains and the passes of the Belacisa Mountains are now controlled by the northern nobles. After a night of fierce battle, the troops stationed by the southern nobles here have been completely wiped out, and even the commander of the Southern Army, Earl Simon, was captured alive. The person in charge of this place is Ivan Asen's confidant, Baron Lovviy, is now working on building a brand new fortification. After all, the previous camps have been smashed into ruins by trenchers, so they have to use materials on the spot.

Looking at the hills in the distance, Lovvie was still urging the soldiers to carry wood and stones and pile them into new barriers. However, the man seemed very relaxed and was not worried about possible accidents. Instead, he seemed to be looking forward to something.

"What a pity! I didn't expect that Grand Duke Boriel could calm down, which made me look forward to it for so long!" Shaking his head, Lovviy looked at the sun as if it was about to set, and had given up on his plan to continue waiting for the southern nobles to counterattack.

At this time, a man behind him suddenly rang out, "Although our Grand Duke Boriel Assen is reckless, don't forget that there is an Earl of Connortin beside him! His Highness Ivan didn't expect the other party to get into our trap so smoothly, right?"

The accent of this man seemed not to be a Bulgarian, but had an authentic Northern Italian accent. This man was no one else, but Connil Dandoro, who should have been in Constantinople. He was punished by the Council for the previous defeat in the Battle of Fort Wiscarri and was not allowed to run for the election of the consul, so he had to act as an envoy to Constantinople and stayed in the Latin Empire. But now he appeared in Bulgaria, a thousand miles away from Constantinople. It is obvious that the new trencher used by the northern nobles before was provided by him.

"Maybe, but as long as you keep here, there will be another count in our hands, which will make the Southerners and the others feel uncomfortable. Let's wait and see!"
Chapter completed!