On the Aegean Sea with a pleasant climate, Nafplion in Molia is still full of traffic and seems to be unaffected by the war.

Due to the agreement reached between the Pisa people and Justinian, Nafplion now monopolized nearly one-third of the trade in Molia, especially the scarce and necessary food transportation. Justinian had to entrust Pisa merchant ships to transport them from Sicily and Egypt. This also made Baron Pierre, the head of the city, make a fortune and live a comfortable life.

Everything should have been like this, but the wind that was getting worse and worse these days came into Pierre's ears, making the man more and more uneasy, so he suffered from stomach problems every day.

"Why are these things again..." Looking at the chickpea millet porridge in front of you, Baron Pierre couldn't help complaining, picked up the wine glass at hand and put it to his mouth. But as soon as he got into his mouth, the man suddenly spit out the liquid that had just been drunk, but the mouth was already indescribable.

"Bao, what's this thing? It's so hard to drink!" I thought the glass was delicious, but Pierre drank an indescribable taste, which was even more terrifying than the flavored wine made from fennel he had drunk before.

The waiter on the side explained: "This is Molia's local rosin-flavored wine. Because it is mixed with gypsum, asphalt, and rosin, it may be a bit unfavorable to your appetite."

Gypsum, asphalt, rosin? This is something for people to drink! Even Baron Pierre, who is well-educated, almost couldn't help but throw the wine glass out of his hand.

But I only heard the waiter beside me answered: "This is what the doctor specifically told me before, my sir. He said that your stomach and intestines were damaged by the hard cheese here, so you should not eat too greasy things, and you should drink less wine."

"So you brought me this kind of thing? Take it down!" Pierre ordered the waiter under his command to remove all the things that ruined the appetite on the table. After this, the good mood that had been the day was gone.

Looking at the empty room, the Pisa man felt so empty like never before. Pierre knew in his heart that his bad mood was not because of his stomach problems. Long before, when Justinian led his army away from Molia and headed north to Thessalonica, he had already smelled a bad wind. Now the situation has changed so fast that he can't react at all. Epirus's civil war was like a domino, making Mo originally

The barely balanced situation of Leah was completely broken. From Corinth to Athens, the Latin feudal lords who had changed their flags were already ready to move. But the governor of Moria, who should have been suppressing them, disappeared, and even the new army stationed in Thessalonika was headless, which made the rebellion that could occur at any time even more violent, like a dry grassland under the scorching sun, and only a little spark could burn the flames that burned the sky.

"What is that boy thinking? Do you really care about this place?" Baron Pierre, who was talking to himself, couldn't help but shake his head. Now he could only hope not to get involved in this storm. Now the Genoese and Venetians are in full swing and are completely controlling trade in the East. His mother country, the Republic of Pisa, can only rely on several commercial strongholds dotted in the Eastern Mediterranean, and he does not want anything to happen to Nafplion, whom he is in charge. It's just that hope is hopeful, Pierre himself is not sure whether he can be in trouble.

Just as the man closed his eyes and thought, the door of the room was slowly pushed open, and a waiter walked in with a plate of dishes.

"I have said that you should take away all the unpleasant things and don't put them in front of me?" As the waiter who brought the meal in again, Baron Pierre was about to scold him, but when he saw the person clearly, he was stunned.

"Long time no see, Lord Pierre. Why, don't you welcome me, my old friend, to visit?" Justinian took off the waiter's turban and looked at the man who couldn't speak in front of him with a smile.

Looking at the smile on Justinian's face, Pierre's mouth twitched at this moment, and after a while he spoke, "It really surprised me."

"Accidentally my arrival?"

"No, it's an accident. My place is like a public toilet in the city. Others come whenever they want and leave whenever they want. I think it would be better for those outside to pass all the toilets later." The rather angry man's smile at the corner of his mouth looked particularly funny.

Justinian waved his hand, "It's not their business. All the waiters here are locals. I just need to change my clothes a little and get in. However, the eyes of the two outside were so good that they suddenly realized that I was in a state of mind, so I had to trouble them to sleep for a while."

"You really have you, Justinian." After hearing this, Baron Pierre sneered and said, of course he did not doubt what the other party said. This was obviously the exclusive style of Molia's little fox. After all, he attacked the mission of the Agaia vassal state and burned a villa for him. I have to say that it was a nightmare that he would not wake up when he encountered this boy.

"Okay, okay! I won't say polite words. So let's get straight to the point. What do you want to do this time? At this critical moment, you, an uninvited guest like you, will make everyone here a headache." Pierre complained unhappily.

"Oh? From your tone, it seems that those Latin people are already angry with you?" Justinian raised his eyebrows, and from the other's tone, the Pizza people already knew that there was a rebellion brewing in Molia.

"I didn't get angry with them. Those rude guys couldn't help themselves. No matter who was in Molia, they could tell something was wrong." Baron Pierre quickly separated his relationship and explained to Justinian, "But of course, those guys did send people to try to convince me to join them, but I refused harshly."

"That's really grateful!" Justinian shrugged half-deprecatingly. Of course, he didn't believe in the stern words he said in his mouth, but one thing is certain that this philanthropic man would never put Baodu before deciding on the victory or defeat. This is why he came to Nafplion directly after he arrived in Molia.

"Since that's the case, I'll just say it. I'm not here to reminisce about the past, but to give you a big gift. But before that, you have to give me enough rewards. Justinian just lends it to me a thousand warriors and the navy under your command." He said calmly, just ignoring the other party's astonished gaze, he stretched out his hand lightly.
Chapter completed!