The Duke of Connautin, who was in charge of the political situation, was now in his mansion who was loyal to him and the crowned Tsar Boriel Assen.

"Lovic's Northenville family will defend His Majesty the Tsar to the death!"

"The Kveni family of Haskovo is willing to be loyal to His Highness Borier!"

"Corsenil's..."

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As the northern nobles of Sermium were completely defeated, the nobles at both ends of the head and rat in the middle arrived at Tournovo the next day and begged for mercy to express their sincerity. Connoutine himself also refused. Although Boriel Assen was still preparing for the coronation ceremony in this way, he still took his own initiative to replace the Tsar himself and accepted the allegiance of these nobles.

At this moment, this man has become the most prominent man in Bulgaria. Although the future tsar is Boriel Assen, who can truly turn the world upside down, everyone knows that it is the Duke of Connontin. The only one who can threaten him is Ivan Assen, who is currently in trouble and is likely to flee to the northern countries of Ross.

However, other than that, no one knows that Connontin’s true confidant is now someone else.

After meeting all the surrendered nobles, the man immediately changed into another mask, which was chilling. Especially those eyes, as if there was no trace of warmth. Everyone who looked directly at his eyes would involuntarily ask, is this the regent who was usually the same as the usual reign who was arrogant and respectful to His Highness the Tsar?!

No one knows, he doesn't know what this man named Connouting really is...

Now, he walked alone in the empty corridor, alone in the deep darkness as if it was about to be swallowed, and he slowly pushed it away and walked in until he walked to a front door.

"Mr. Connouting..."

As soon as he entered the door, the man in black who was waiting in the secret room lowered his head and knelt down and bowed his knees, not daring to look disrespectful.

"How was the thing you asked you to do?" Connouting did not let the man get up directly, but walked past his side to the chair in the center of the room and slowly sat down and asked casually.

Below, the man kneeling on the ground trembled slightly on his shoulders, and sweat beads on his forehead were as big as beans, nervousness, hesitation and panic were all depicted on his face, but he dared not not to answer.

After a while, the man in black said tremblingly: "Report to the Lord, I...we... lost those Greeks."

"What did you say?!" The sound of a sharp sword cut through the air in an instant, which was frightening. Connortin, who looked like a torch, looked at the man below, and the invisible pressure was like a heavy pound of weight pressing on his shoulders.

This made the man dare not raise his head at all, but he dared not hide anything and debut: "Originally, we were following the Greeks all the way, but as soon as we left Turnovo, the other party seemed to have noticed us. He used the method of breaking the whole into pieces to get rid of us. He didn't notice any trace of the sentry we arranged along the way. After waiting for three days, there was no Greek figure. It seemed that they had not passed by at all. This was our fault. Please punish the Duke."

"You said it was as if no one had passed?" After hearing this, Connouting was not in a hurry to blame the man below, because these people were his latest Ancient Ministry, and he had always been very decent in his work and never disappointed him. According to his calculations, Justinian would have to go to Moldava to go on those routes, so he arranged his subordinates along the way to wait for an opportunity to move. But he unexpectedly lost his slaughter. If Justinion and his army evaporated out of thin air or escaped the suspicion of his Ancient Ministry, the Duke of Connouting would never believe it, and what his subordinates said just now, "it seemed as if they had not passed by." He suddenly woke him up.

Too careless - although the other party said he was going to Moldava, there was no need for him to go from the north!

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This was the third day after departure. When Justinian led the new Molia army and Vadarita army to leave Turnovo, they did not follow the original route to Moldava, but went directly south to enter the Burgas region in the southeast of the Bulgarian Kingdom. Since the original owner of the Earl of Burtony Stein was eliminated, the new lord did not appear for a long time, so this territory coveted by many nobles has now become a vacuum of power.

It is precisely because of this that Justinian successfully got rid of the Bulgarian eyeliner, and this is where he and Antonia agreed to meet.

But this brought some hidden dangers, first of all, the food and grass for the march. Although they brought some supplies, because of the hasty incident, they had almost no food left after entering Burgas. Secondly, they were still in the Bulgarian Kingdom, and doing so was to step into this sensitive area of ​​power vacuum. Once discovered by the other party, it would be a great excuse for Connontin to re-launch the troops.

Arslan and his group followed Justinian without fear of any strong enemy, they couldn't help but worry at this moment, and they didn't understand why Justinian was so risky.

"Master Justinian, is it a bit too risky for us to do this..." Arslan asked hesitantly. In order not to be discovered by Connoutin of Tournovo, they avoided villages and towns as much as possible along the way, they did not encounter too many dangers along the way, but it also meant that they were facing a dangerous situation of exhausting ammunition and food at any time, and continuing to do so was not a solution. After all, this is still far from the border between Bulgaria and the Roman Empire, and they could be attacked anytime and anywhere.

But Justinian was still calm, "I know what you mean, Arslan, but there are my reasons for me to choose this route, so that the people below can hold on for a while!" said So, and he naturally knew the adventure of this move and the dissatisfaction of his subordinates behind him, but in the end he chose to go against the opposition.

Seeing Justinian persisting so much, for a moment, Arslan, Zalius and Semius had to say something. But they were very disagreeable about this in their hearts. They should have crossed the Danube to the north, but Justinian went to Burgas in a distance, which really made them unable to understand. But Justinian suddenly stopped, stopped, and suddenly spoke:

"Listen, what's the sound!"

"What's the sound?" Aarslan and Semius were confused by Justinian's sudden excitement. They didn't notice anything different in this unfamiliar place.

But Zalius, who lived on the southern foot of Moria, seemed to understand something at this time, opened his eyes wide and said in unison with Justinian:
Chapter completed!