"You are so messy here." As soon as he walked in, Arslan saw that Baptist's office was in a mess - although the assassins and the slain corpses of the murdered servants were moved out, the scattered miscellaneous Latins did not come to clean up.

Through such a long time of getting along with the previous life-and-death cooperation, the relationship between the two was obviously much more relaxed than before. As soon as he came in, he saw Baptiste picking up the chopped bookshelf and pieces of parchment paper and throwing them into the charcoal brazier as firewood. The Latin man took off his chain mail, and his shirt was covered with scars. Although he was protected, Sir Baptiste was still slightly injured when fighting with the killer.

"You burned all these things, aren't you afraid that Lord Justinian will come back and fight you for the best?"

"It's all irrelevant things. The adult only cares about the land registration files. Unfortunately, there is no such thing here. What's left is trivial matters. Even if it's burned, the important thing is still in my mind."

"Oh, it's not simple." Arslan praised him very perfunctorily.

"If you are just talking sarcastic, please come back! By the way, ask someone to bandage me with the wound." The Turkic man gave a white look, and the Latin man pulled off the bandage. He was not very good at fixing the wound behind him.

"Come on, there are extra people now." Arslan walked up and bandaged the wound on Baptister's body.

"This is the reason why you even transferred the guards here." Baptist put on his clothes and said coldly. He later realized that the reason why the assassins were able to successfully enter the White Tower and launch an assassination on him was that the Turks, who were killed in the sky, secretly sent all the guards to the city wall in order to defend the city.

Arslan shrugged slightly and said, "Didn't I almost explain it because of your arrangement? Everyone is equalizing each other now."

"Get even?" Baptist spat, "You can say that, Turks, if I hadn't sent the signal in time, you would have been dead long ago. You don't want to live, I would have wanted to live well. If such a thing happens again, I will definitely be with you!" When he thought about it, he was still scared. Being able to arrange an assassination of himself means that a considerable force of opposition had gathered in the city. Once they merged with Mikhail outside the city, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Okay, okay, I will pay attention next time. But do you have any clues to those assassins?" Although they were still joking just now, he would never take the existence of rebels in the city lightly. Since someone was planning to do something wrong, they must pay the price. Alsland's attitude was very straightforward, that was, taking advantage of the fact that Epirus and Bulgaria had not launched a new round of attacks outside, they now attacked the city first, arrested all suspected nobles, and eliminated possible threats.

But Baptist shook his head, "Your plan is simply too rough and you don't consider the consequences at all. The only important thing now is to stabilize people's hearts. Besides, the killers are dead, and there is no direct evidence to act rashly. In the end, the attack will be too wide, which will make things uncontrollable. The assassin's matter should be handled coldly for the time being. If you force too hard, you may make those people anxious."

"That's really cheap for them."

"Now I can only wait for Lord Justinian to come back to take charge of the overall situation." The Latin man looked faintly at the burning charcoal fire in front of him, and his words were indescribable.

And isn't that the same? - it's almost half a year since there has been no news from the south. Justinian, who went to Molia to suppress the rebellion, is now, but he is a lover of his subordinate.

"Mr. Justinian should be fine," said Arslan, but there was uncertainty in his tone.

But Baptist said: "By the means of our Lord, there is no difficulty in Molia's affairs, but I'm afraid that it has been solved long ago. But I'm afraid that Lord Justinian may have forgotten us."

"How is this possible!" Arslan flatly expressed nonsense and said confidently: "It is impossible for Lord Justinian to give up on us who fought side by side with him in Peloponnese, and there are also Grand Duke Anastasius and the Princess Odosia here. As long as we hold on for a while, reinforcements from Molia will definitely come."

"I hope!" Sir Baptist shrugged, "But if I were him, I would most likely choose to strategically give up Thessalonika and drag the Epirus people, take the opportunity to directly attack Mikhail Ducas's lair, and rescue Emperor Muzfius. As for the people here, they can be regarded as chess pieces of sacrifice."

The Latin men said it very cruelly, and the friendship of comrades on the battlefield, as well as the grace of the Grand Duke Anastasius and the princess who were renowned, could be exchanged in the power struggle. If the Mikhail's lair was taken away and the legitimacy was lost, then Justinian would not lose even if the Thessalonika was lost.

Of course, this was just his wishful guess. Baptiste calmly analyzed the interests and had neither pessimism nor resentment in his words. At present, they could only take one step at a time.

Just as Arslan and Baptiste had been chatting with each other, the door of the hall was suddenly pushed open.

The woman who walked in directly bent over and opened the layout of Thessalonika city defense with her hands, spreading it on the table in front of Latin men and Turkic men.

Antonia directly ordered, "Organize a group of soldiers and order them to burn everything from the sea to the walls." The Genoa girl waved her slender fingers and circled the port of Thessalonika in a whole circle. "Be clean and make sure that the soldiers who are watching the sea will not be blocked by anything."

Unexpectedly, the girl issued an order as soon as she came in, and she had such a strange request. Sir Baptist frowned slightly and glanced at the map. "Many of them are the nobles here, so I'm afraid they won't let it go."

"The key is that no matter what you do, they will not be happy. It just so happens that those people send assassins to assassinate you. Taking this opportunity to retaliate against them shouldn't be quite right for your taste."

"I'm afraid there is still some difference between whether I want to or not and whether I can."

“Then make sure you can do this.”

"What should the residents do?"

"Set them in a safe place and don't be too rude to the civilians. Try to understand them with reason and emotion."

"It's quite ideal." Arslan interrupted, "Then it's better to let the white robes of the monastery do this."

"If they could do well and fast enough, I would think so before the Venetian fleet arrived." Antonia's cold words shocked Arslan and Baptiste at the same time.
Chapter completed!