The white flag in the fortress poked out, and it was obvious that even the rebellious Romanus had to lower his proud head.

The besieged Moria army lowered their weapons at Justinian's instructions and temporarily gave up their plans to siege the city, which made the people in the fort breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that the other party was somewhat afraid of Romanus Ducas' identity and dared not do too much.

I heard the people in the fortress shouting loudly:

"Mr. Justinian, we plead for you to lift the siege and we are willing to leave here. Since we are all loyal to the empire and His Highness Theodor, please forgive us and let us not blame our previous offenses." At this time, they were no longer as confident as they had shouted at Justinian on the city tower. Looking at the surrounded fortress, the negotiating people were terrified and cautious, for fear of angering the other party again.

However, Justinian had no intention of being kind to his subordinates and said coldly: "Of course I am loyal to His Highness the Prince and the Empire, but I am isolated and helpless in Molia for a long time. You have ulterior motives behind your back. Can't you just write it off so easily?"

Justinian, who was merciless, directly interrupted what the other party said in the fortress, and cut off his thoughts of not wanting both parties to be unrestrained. The atmosphere that had just calmed down slightly for a moment became tense again.

Behind Justinian, the Molia nobles who came later could not help but frown. Although they were very dissatisfied with the rudeness of the Epirus, they did not interfere with what had just happened. However, since the other party had surrendered, Justinian's pursuit and fierce attack was naturally not in line with their wishes. After all, Molia has only been half recovered, and at this time they are unwilling to offend Epirus more.

But Justinian seemed to have no idea of ​​this. Not only did he not give in, but he pressed step by step, which immediately angered Romanus Ducas in the fortress.

"Don't bully people too much, Justinian!" The closed gate of the fortress opened at this time. The furious Romanus Ducas walked out regardless of the guard's obstruction, and he held a heavy broad sword in his hand.

Then, the crossbowman behind Justinian alerted and pointed at Romanus, but was stopped by the boy who was riding on the war horse and signaled them to put away their weapons.

As Justinian expected, Romanus Ducas was still as uneasy as before, and that was what he wanted. The nobles of Moria couldn't help but look at him.

Although they were disgusted with the arrogance and conspiracy of the Dukas family, the young nobleman in front of them had no sign of the irritability and recklessness that Dukas should have. Since they were a little contempt and disappointed, it seemed that they could not have too much hope for the Dukas family.

On the other side, Romanus still did not realize this. He pointed his sword at Justinian and roared, "Justinian, if you have the ability, you will make a duel with me. Whoever loses will get out of Tripolis!" As he said that, Romanus pulled out a long sword from the waist of the guard beside him and threw it into the ground. He was inserted into Justinian's war horse.

But Justinian did not accept his challenge and directly rejected Romanus, "Do you think I'm really that stupid? No matter what, now Tripolis is in my hands, who will accept such a boring duel challenge?"

"You-!" The speechless Romanus stared at Justinian with a resentful look, completely looking like he chose others. Justinian was still as calm as usual. He knew the other party too well. For the first time, he saw that Romanus, who claimed to be a famous family, grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth, but in fact he did not have the qualities that the superiors should have. He was furious in a few words and he was not worthy of Justinian's slightest fear.

At this time, Musval, who was late, quickly asked his subordinates to "invite" Romanus to go. He was also helpless. As a jester in the eyes of others, Musval tried his best to assist Romanus Dukas, but in fact he knew that the son of the prince did not have that kind of talent. Because of this, Agrignon's heir position has not been settled. However, he had no choice but to stand up and look at the calm Justinian. Musval knew that he underestimated Justinian's power too much, but now there was no one else to negotiate with him except him.

His eyes swept across several strange noble faces, and still with some hope, and only Musval said loudly:

"My lords of Molia, I regret everything that happened before, but I am still very puzzled why you interfered in Epirus's internal affairs. Could it be that Lord Justinian promised you something? You must know that if His Highness Romanus had encountered something unexpected, it would be no good for you and me!"

On the one hand, it is provocation, and on the other hand, it is a test. Although I don’t know what trump card Justinian has, even though the defeat is decided, Musval still doesn’t want to leave Tripolis in a panic.

However, at this moment, a representative of the Papadoros family stood up and answered, and the time of the time completely made Muswar's heart feel cold.

"Tripolis itself is the territory of our Molia, and it is not your turn to be involved in the Epirus. Although we have declared allegiance to His Majesty the Emperor Muzfius, everything you have done just now has offended the entire Molia nobles. Now Lord Justinian is the adopted son, heir of the Grand Duke Anastasius, and the future Molia autocratic Duke! Let go of your weapons and leave, and ask your highness for forgiveness!"

"Grand Duke Anastasius... the heir of the autocratic Duke?!" Musval murmured to himself that he could not believe his ears at all. Although he had never heard of the name Anastasius, the Morian nobles who did not stand up and deny it had proved everything. Obviously, this is a not simple person who can have such influence and allow Justinian to have the ability to master Moria's power. In just over a dozen days, Justinian, who came back to the south, was no longer a small character in their eyes. The chess pieces that should have been embellished on the chessboard not only broke free from control, but now they have become a chess player who also controls the chess game.
Chapter completed!