The flames quickly spread to the entire neighborhood, but it was just to cover up the people and to cover up the immoral massacre. That night, the residents of the other neighborhoods in Agrignon were all closed. Compared with the slums, shouts of killing soaring into the sky, everything was too quiet. It was not that people did not know what was going on here. However, fear had overwhelmed the justice in people's hearts.

The initiator of all this, Romanus, was clenching his fists and staring at the streets wrapped in flames, murmured: "Mother, you still refuse to forgive me. Do you want to bring your sister out to see me several times when so many people are buried with you?" The resentful hatred and disgust for yourself were entangled. The young nobleman looked at the fire in front of him in confusion, but did not realize that his conscience and mind were slowly swallowed up as if the block was slowly swallowed up.

Under Romanus' instruction, the roads in the neighborhood were completely blocked and no one could escape. Even a few people escaped the Cumen's bows and would fall in front of the crossbow under Romanus's command.

On the other hand, the Kuman mercenaries were slaughtering without any psychological pressure. They were now relieving the anger and hatred that had been accumulated on the slave ship, killing all the people they saw in front of them, and then pouring oil on them to burn them. Seeing the frightened people fleeing, the Kuman leader laughed and sat on the horse and took a bow and arrow to kill those who wanted to escape from the purgatory on earth.

However, he did not forget that he had a mission, which was to release his Greek nobles to find a mother and daughter, so the leader of the Kuman mercenary started his hunting game while ordering his subordinates to concentrate the captured women and children in the square, and the rest were killed. As for all the valuable things found in the city, they were naturally included in the private pockets of these barbarians. At this moment, the city of Agrenion was filled with bee stings, and the wealth of this city was rewarded by the lord of the city to the barbarians outside the city to massacre those living in the city, and Sodom was just like that.

The harbor not far from the slum. Standing by the deck, looking back at the sky with the fires rising to the sky, the girl's face was pale and bloody. She knew what this meant and what would happen next. But the only thing she could do was grit her teeth and tremble slightly.

The monk on the side pulled the girl's sleeve, for fear that the other party would break free and run away, and he was on fire. Fortunately, Elina did not act impulsively as Sergius thought. Since leaving the slum, the girl changed into the nun's clothes that he decorated. From beginning to end, there was nothing else. Sergibbs couldn't help but worry about the girl's condition at this moment. She comforted her slightly: "Don't worry. I think there is a doctor, and the couple, the princess, will definitely be fine."

After hearing this, the girl's eyes seemed to have a flash of light, but it soon faded again. Irina looked up at Sergius beside her and murmured softly: "Monster, are they suffering such a tragic disaster because of me? Maybe my mother and I didn't hide there. They wouldn't-"

The girl didn't continue to say that although the life of the nobles made her not understand the sufferings of the people. But the experiences and experiences in the slums these days made Irina's attitude towards Agrenion change. In the past, she felt that this city was so familiar, but now she felt that this city was so strange. It turned out that when she couldn't survive, people really did everything, eating rotten food, drinking stinky dirty water, and even throwing away morality, conscience, just to survive. If it were the usual, Irina would definitely think that these barbaric guys were really terrible. She just wanted to leave them far away. But now she found that the culprits who made these people become such were the nobles who were rich and frugal, and that was the people like herself? If the mobs were hateful and sad, then what were the nobles who caused them all with their own hands? Irina couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

Sergius looked at Irina and replied calmly: "Your Highness does not have to blame himself. People are born unequal. Some people are destined to be born like firewood and have only a value ignited. These people in the slums are born vulgar. Even if you do nothing, their lives have no hope. At least on this day, they are already enough to vent their bitter hatred that they will never be able to vent in their entire lives. That is lucky enough for them."

After saying this, Sergius was not like a clergyman. His cruel answer made Irina accept it. She was blamed by the other party and was unwilling to expose the blood of Guanxi between people like this.

"This is completely different from what you said when you made a notice to those people during the day!"

Faced with the little girl's accusation, the crazy monk was slightly stunned, but he was not ashamed or embarrassed. Irina's words did make sense, but it was not convincing to him. Looking at the hollow of heart above his head, Monk Sergius's tone also became Kongling, "If you feel uncomfortable in your heart, please forgive me for speaking too directly. But this is the fact. It is too difficult to save them unless someone can truly have the ability to control everything and change everything. Unfortunately, like me, I don't have this power.

Measure. My announcement can only temporarily relieve them like poppy milk. When they return to reality, it will only be more painful. And the answer to the real medicine for them is Your Highness, you yourself. Change all this and eliminate all this. The first premise is to master the power. Your Highness. What flows in your body is the blood of Komuning and Ducas, just as His Highness said. You should use all means to regain this city that originally belonged to you. Only then can you save everyone."

The storm of words fell into Irina's ears. She wanted to refute but couldn't think of where to refute. Another rhetorical question from Sergius in front of her finally made her lose the strength to refute like she broke her defense.

"Your Highness, do you think anyone can stop everything that is happening now? Is it your kindness in your heart? No, it is only the sharp blade in your hand that can deter those who want to hurt your protection. So hold it tightly at the hotel, even if you stab your hand, don't let go of your hand!"

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The morning sun rose from the banks of the Pinios River and illuminated Larissa who woke up from the darkness. With the sound of horns on the city, the city gate slowly opened, and came out of the city a solemn army of Thessaly. They put on chain mail, carried shields and strided with their heads. The two Counts of Buronius and Merinosen were led by them. The two raised their swords with breathtaking voices and signaled that their troops were neatly arranged before the city gate.

Who are they waiting for? In the city, the residents of Larissa also stuck their necks out and watched with curiosity.

"It should be coming soon?"

"Earl Tanbee has already gone to lead the way in advance, saying that he will arrive this morning."

"What a big air? Did he really think he was the master of Thessaly?"

Bunnius and Merinoson chatted in a few words. Although they accepted the proposal of Count Taranit and chose to cooperate with Justinian of Molia in general, there were obvious differences in the details. The two Counts of Thessaly firmly demanded to be equal allies, but the other party never gave them a clear answer. Looking at today's situation, the other party seemed to really regard them as subordinates.

"Let's watch the change for the time being. I'm very interested in this highness of Molia. I think he must have something extraordinary when he can be impressed by that guy Taranit." Compared to Merinos' dissatisfaction, Earl of Bonnius's attitude is much more ambiguous. He has spent too long years and seen too many changes. In fact, he doesn't mind being loyal to others, but the premise is that the other party is worthy of his entrusting.

"Your Highness? Who is his disciple? He is just a nouveau riche like Gavris." Merinothus curled his lips very much.

But Bunonius said meaningfully: "He is now the adopted son of Grand Duke Anastasius, the actual ruler of Molia. He even has the golden seal edict of Emperor Muzfius. It is not an exaggeration to call him Your Highness."

"So what, the nobles in purple have always been born. Even if the one of Molia admits him, he is not the real Komuning."

"That is why we should be more in awe. Only the first one is the real king who created an era, and the others are just the sons of the king. Justinian the Great was just a rural villager, but no one would question the purple robes he wore after his death."

Just as the two counts were talking to each other, at the end of the distant mountain, a flag appeared first from the mountain pass and attracted all Jean's attention.

"It seems that they are here." Earl of Buronius said softly.

When stepping on the morning light, the first to lead the way was a heavy cavalry in the front. The cavalry Merinos and Bononius were very familiar with each other. They defeated the rebels of Gavris. But when they saw them galloping again, the shock they received was still unabashed. They were wearing heavy armor and armed to their teeth, and even the horses under their crotch only showed their eyes and nostrils. From a distance, they gathered the cavalry as if a giant dragon was coming. Following were heavy infantry from Molia, who were well-equipped and had no choice but to be

The initial weak army was weak. The soldiers held shields and spears to form a uniform square formation. As they marched, the earth seemed to be trembling. This was not a force, like an iron wall advancing in front. At the end, the formation of the square were some strange faces. Among them were Italians, Turks and even Latins. They held crossbows or javelins to guard the archers at the Modong Fortress. What surprised the two counts even more was that the Latin knights in chain mail were leading them!

Such a unit is like a hodgepodge, which is unheard of. This is the first impression the army in front of them gives the two earls. However, they dare not give any contempt in their hearts, because although the troops are composed of various people, they are coordinated so well when they march. It is conceivable to do this, you can imagine what kind of existence the people leading them are.

After witnessing all this, Earl Merinosen, who had despised Justinian before, couldn't help but murmured: "It seems you're right, old guy. This little fox of Molia is really not that simple."

"Yes, although I am mentally prepared, it seems that this highness is far more incredible than we think."

When the army from Molia finally arrived at the city of Larissa, Buronius and Merinoson finally met the person they had always wanted to meet. Justinian, the governor of Molia. This was their first meeting. The two counts couldn't help but be surprised that the young man in front of him, who was in trouble was actually the partner they wanted to find. However, they did not judge people by their appearance. Their appearance was natural, but their temperament needed to be polished. The moment Justinian walked in front of them, the two understood that Tan Beiwei would choose to surrender early.

"I'm glad to meet you for the first time, Your Excellency, the two Earls." Justinian said calmly, and he got off from his horse without being humble or arrogant.

Seeing this, Merinosen and Bononius quickly dismounted. They thought that the little fox of Molia would be a young man with sharp edges, but Justinian in front of him seemed so calm that he was not at his age.

The two of them were amazed in their hearts and ordered their subordinates to make way and disperse the curious onlookers to welcome the arrival of the Lord Molia.

"Welcome to you, Lord Justinian, it is our honor to have a reliable ally like you, and it is also our keen eye to recognize people." Merinosen said first. Although he was intimidated by Moriah's army, the competitive Count was not willing to stop like this. He still insisted on being an ally as an equal ally with Justinian.

As soon as he finished speaking, the grand military force of Thessaly behind Merinos immediately formed an array, not inferior to the Morians who came from afar. The two families were in uniform and accepted the inspection of the visitors. However, the military salute of the Thessaly army was not the attitude towards the superiors. On the contrary, the entire city of Larissa was full of ostentatious momentum, and more like the declaration of the power of the Thessaly people.
Chapter completed!