"What are you still hesitating? You don't think that Justinian will really tolerate the conditions you offered after he has solved the Latin people, right?" Looking at Pierre's hesitant look, the man behind him said sarcastically.

But Pierre did not care at all because of the other party's ridicule, and said coldly: "I am just a businessman. Since I am a businessman, my best attitude is to wait for a price. At least so far, that kid is still the person with the highest bid."

"Haha, a broken Thessalonika, even if you get it, you can't hold on in the current situation. That kid Justinian has no good intentions at all, and you are really willing to be fooled by him." This man who had been impatient would have been unwilling to continue to linger here if it weren't for his mission.

But Pierre was still unmoved, "It is precisely because of this that I invited Justinian to discuss. If he didn't come, then I naturally had no choice but to cooperate with you."

"Hmph, let it be yours!" The man who did not get a satisfactory reply finally lost his patience. He spitted and turned away. Since the pizza man in front of him would not make any reply before Justinian accepted the invitation, everything was in vain.

"I can't get it!" The man who sneered at Pierre's innocence. Anyone can see from Justinian's actions in Molia that this kid was imitating the way Emperor Manuel was doing, driving away the lion and swallowing the wolf, and gradually pulling out the power of outsiders to occupy Molia. The Venetians helped the Romans severely injure the Normans in Sicily, and then their feet were ruthlessly cleansed. If Pierre was still obsessed with it, then this would be his fate.

...

Finally, Pierre, who was so clear that he could calm down and weigh what to do in the future. At this time, he was no longer satisfied with being an alien governor of the Republic of Pisa. What he longed for was to own a piece of land, so that even if he was still a vassal of Pisa, he would gain great autonomy, so that he could strengthen himself and make his family join the ranks of the great nobles.

In the past, this was just a luxury and dream, but the appearance of Justinian brought a glimmer of hope to Pierre. The Venetians were able to rise rapidly and even become gravediggers of the Roman Empire with the edict of Emperor Alexus I. Why not give it a try? Now no one can ignore the power that Justinian has. Maybe he can really point his sword at Constantinople.

However, what the man said just now was indeed correct. Bargaining with that boy was a very dangerous thing. Pierre did see that what Justinian had to do was to uproot all external forces in Moria, and he would never allow independence as a fief noble. However, Pierre also had his own trump card, and he believed that Justinian would never remain indifferent, that was the fleet he had in his hands.

Justinian had to ask for his navy. Without the support from the other side at sea, Justinian's current good situation could not be maintained at all. In that case, Justinian could only be trapped in Molia and unable to show his skills. Therefore, Pierre did not believe that Justinian would not bow his head under the current situation.

Standing on the sea wall and looking at his fleet in the port of Piraeus, Baron Pierre showed a smug smile on his face. He was about to go and see his new sailors, the Ross who shone in the previous battles.

...

Stepping onto the warship, this is a sailboat on the side of the high ship, and the bottom of the ship can accommodate four hundred people. The Crusaders went to the Holy Land to rely on this ship to deal with the harassment and harsh natural environment. This is the best warship in Pierre's hands. But Pierre did not hand it over to his Pisa sailors, but made the group of Ross become sailors of this fleet.

This is a necessary means. Pierre certainly understands that there is a risk. After all, the other party was a pirate before, but because of this, the generous treatment will make them relax their vigilance and reduce the possibility of rebellion.

"His Excellency Yaroslav, are you satisfied with everything?" Pierre asked with a smile on his face as he looked at the new captain appointed by him.

"Of course satisfied, Lord Pierre, for us, a good boat is more exciting than a undressed girl." The Ross sailors laughed rudely.

"That's very good." Pierre frowned slightly, but nodded. "In a few days we will have a distinguished guest coming. I will give you some things to do. Lord Yaroslav, I hope you don't let me down."

"No problem, you have the final say." Captain Ross still looked disrespectful, but Pierre could only count on him. After all, he could not guarantee whether he could reach an agreement with Justinian. Therefore, he had to prepare in advance. He did not want to be pushed to a complete passiveness by Justinian like he did last time.

After reviewing everyone on the ship one by one, Pierre was very satisfied with the brave Ross warriors. He accidentally encountered this group of robbers on an island. According to them, they were merchants who sold fur. Constantinople fell two years ago, and they lost all their capital and had to start a pirate business. This attracted Pierre's attention to these Ross people who had no entanglement with the Greeks. Most of them even knew Slavic and were more at ease than others.

At this time, Pierre's eyes fell on one of the young men among the strong Rose men. Unlike other burly warriors with big beards, this handsome boy with light hair seemed out of place.

"Is he?" Pierre's face showed a hint of suspicion.

At this time, Yaroslav laughed and hugged the boy beside him, saying, "His name is Igor, and he is the most capable of all of us here. We still learn Greek from him."

"If this happens, he can read and write." Pierre was a little surprised. He didn't expect that there would be such an existence among the muscle-filled Ross people, but this made him even more suspicious of this young man named Igor.

At this time, facing Pierre's gaze, the light-haired boy named Igor calmly introduced himself:

"Yes, Lord Pierre. My father was...I used to be a scribe to Greek merchants in Khasalia. So I also learned to read and write Greek languages ​​and words since I was a child. Later, when the [nomad disaster] came, I had to wander here in our hometown."

[Disas of Nomads] Pierre was slightly stunned when he heard this. It was three years ago, on the northern shore of the Black Sea, where Byzantine merchants' settlements were said to have been attacked by barbarians and were all destroyed overnight. It was said that none of the people in the city survived. If so, the young man in front of him was one of the few survivors.

Pierre calculated the time and it was indeed right, and he had to ask something more. At this time, a soldier hurriedly climbed onto the deck. The soldier handed the letter in his hand to Pierre, and Pierre's face immediately showed a strange color. It was the letter sent back by the messenger he sent to Argos.

News is available on Justinian!

Pierre quickly opened the letter, and looking at the contents of the letter, the man showed an unpredictable joy on his face. Justinian really agreed to attend the banquet. In this case, the other party might really agree to his own terms. Pierre, who was overjoyed, could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

And this scene was now visible to another man who had been observing Pierre's every move.

"Hmph, that foolish face is almost filled with joy." The man looked coldly and still did not forget to sarcastically, and at this moment he had roughly guessed the content of the secret letter in Pierre's hand.
Chapter completed!