"Why, after you are about to kill me, face Molia and Thessaly alone to attack your archery and criminal master, my student?" Musval put down the documents in his hand, and was not afraid of the young nobles' sword stabbing at his throat.

As soon as these words were spoken, the sword that should have splashed Saracen's man's blood on the spot suddenly stopped at this moment. Musval looked at the increasingly ugly expression on Romanus's face with a smile, and calmly waited for the other party's reaction.

The guards on the side did not dare to act rashly at this time, because Lord Muswar's life and death were only in the thoughts of the young and angry nobles. In the hall, the two sides confronted each other - the fierce fighting just now returned to this tense silence.

After a long time, Romanus put down the sword aimed at Muswar in his hand.

"What's going on?!" The terror of danger finally defeated Romanus' hatred for the Saracen man in front of him. He knew that the other party was very good at manipulating people's hearts, but he would never despise low-level deception. Since that's what must have happened.

Muswar also signaled the guards around him to retreat, looked at his students calmly, and said, "Do you want to see the news from Thessaly?" After that, he handed over the document he had originally in his hand to the half-believing Romanus.

Romanus took the thin letter paper handed over by Musval, and the expression on the young noble face instantly frozen when his eyes fell on it.

"How is this possible?" Romanus blurted out in disbelief.

"Nothing is impossible, this is the fact. The plan on the side of Thessaly was completely disrupted, and those useless wastes messed up everything. Farachenko Gafras' head was already hanging high on the walls of Trikara, and the nails we embedded in the Thessaly had been pulled away by others." At this time, even Musval, who had always believed in the control of everything, was filled with solemnity. Because this was not ordinary bad news - just taking down Agrenion was not enough to influence the situation in the entire Southern Epirus, and a mere coup was not enough to deter the nobles living on the front line. Musvalben hoped that the Gavras family, who had defected to Emperor Mikhail, could disrupt the waters, but they instead threw themselves in, causing a shocking wave.

"What did you mean by saying that besides Thessaly and Moria?" After gradually recovering from the shock, Romanus suddenly remembered what the Saracens said just now. When he heard the young nobles of Moria immediately had a bad premonition, and Musval's answer was indeed not as expected.

"What else can it mean? Of course, it's the little fox of Molia who came." When the Saracen men thought that Justinian actually intervened in, they also had a headache. They originally tried to join forces with the Pisa to kill him in Peloponnese, but they failed completely. When they realized that they had caused a big trouble, the situation now became uncontrollable. The Galfras family of Sesari was completely uprooted. Thinking about it, it was Justinian's work. Does this mean that the nobles of Thessaly had surrendered to him? Musval felt a chill in his heart when he thought of this.

After learning the news, Romanus was completely out of control, "This is impossible! Could it be that he doesn't want Thessalonika? Didn't you say that my father led his army to join forces to attack Macedonia? Then why did this madman appear in Thessali!" The trembling young nobleman screamed at the top of his lungs, and he was defeated several times under Justinian's hands. There was no doubt that the shadow had been laid in Romanus's heart, and it completely exploded at this time.

"Of course I'll ask you!" Faced with his students' questioning, Musval sneered, "I have warned you a long time ago not to provoke that little beast. It's not just Molia's fox, but a growing baby lion. No one can kill him except the other lion."

"Do you mean to let me sit here and wait for death?" Romanus sneered almost resentful. His hostility towards Justinian was almost natural. Since the lowly Anatolian came to Agrignon, the bad things he had never stopped. What he couldn't accept was that the other party had surpassed himself and became the master of Molia in just two or three years. He shone in the Battle of Thessalonica and killed the backbone of the Latins. Various mixed emotions were woven together. Romanus was almost paranoid about Justinian's existence, and what Musval said further catalyzed him.

"Of course not, you and I won't be able to survive." Musval glanced at his students and said, "The only thing we can do now is two. One is to seek other assistance as soon as possible. His Majesty Mikhail's army will inevitably not be able to arrive in a short period of time. The only thing we can rely on is the Genoese. Take out all the money in the treasury to buy the slaves on their ships and give them armor and weapons."

"What did you say? Are you crazy?" When the Saracens in front of you came up with such an idea, Romanus was stunned and immediately opposed, "How can you expect the slaves on the Genoese ship to fight for us, I am afraid that they will swallow you and me instead!" The young nobles had already cooperated with the cunning Genoese and could not tolerate the pagans who believed in immortality who were trafficked on the philistine ships.

"They are absolutely unreliable!" Romanus emphasized again.

"Is it not that interracial pagans reliable? But I remember that the Patriarch praised you very much. Even the little prince Alexe, who led the Latin Crusaders to Constantinople, rejected the invitation of King Teutonic to baptism in Swabian. Loyalty is never reliable, and interests last forever and make people firm. Just know the interests and use freedom and wealth to lure them, and those barbarian slaves will definitely be willing to use them for us. On the contrary, it is the city of Agrignon.
Chapter completed!