"Didn't I let you stay in Igumenita?" Justinian looked at the Genoese girl who appeared in front of her tent with helpless look on her face. It was a blessing that Antonia actually followed her over, but there was no difficulty for the girl.

At this time, the girl in military uniform combed her long hair into a braid and tied it behind her head. If she wore a helmet, at first glance, no one would recognize her true identity.

The Italian girl in front of me curled her lips angrily, "Time is too hasty, but at noon I wanted to take off this heavy armor and breathe a sigh of relief, but it happened to be seen. Otherwise, I wouldn't let you know that I'm here!"

Looking at the girl's indifferent appearance, Justinian couldn't help but say angrily: "I'm asking you why you didn't stay in Iguminica. It's not a joke here!" At that time, for safety reasons, he asked Antonia to stay in the relatively safe rear, but he still didn't expect that the cunning girl would take advantage of the situation.

But this time, Justinian really didn't want anything else to distract himself from a fierce battle.

At this time, Antonia slid her hair on her forehead with a smug look on her face, shrugged her shoulders slightly and said, "If this weren't the case, how could I leave Epirus safely? I don't know when the words of you, the governor, will be extended..." As she said that, the girl glanced at Justinian, which left him speechless.

Indeed, since Antonia Doria, who had been following him secretly, could hide it from Justinian's eyes, the Genoese in Epirus might not have found out that the person they were looking for had already left in the expedition army. But this girl was still Justinian felt worried in the military camp. After all, the danger she had to face next was definitely not comparable to Molia. No matter what, the Genoese girl in front of her was still his partner. Justinian would never dare to be careless at all, which is why he had repeatedly insisted on placing Antonia in Igumenica.

"Sure enough, there is no way to do it!" Justinian, who shook his head helplessly, looked at Arslan, who had proposed to him before.

"What do you mean when you said Antonia could help me?" Justinian asked again when he brought the topic back to the original discussion of the attack on Thessalonika. As his right-hand man, Aarslan must have really thought of something to say to him.

Arslan, who had been looking at the previous scene with an awkward look on his face, came to his senses and quickly expressed his thoughts by Justinian as he looked at him so seriously.

"Ahem, I just provide a way of thinking, and it is not easy to guarantee whether it is feasible, but since we can't count on those Genoese fleets, maybe Miss Antonia can help us. After all, she should have a naval force on her hands, and we were able to successfully defeat the Latins in Molia. I believe this time, we should be able to eliminate the power of Thessalonika's enemies on the sea in one fell swoop, and thus completely cut off their retreat."

Whether it was the Battle of Fort Wiscari or the Battle of Athens, they had seen the power of Antonia who had independently mastered. Although there were always an unseen mystery on this little girl, as an ally, her strength was no less than that of her brother's real Andrea Doria.

However, this seemingly good suggestion was rejected by Justinian, and shook his head and said, "I have considered what you said before, but in the end I chose to give up. If Antonia's power is used, it will inevitably attract Genoa's attention. They have already begun to doubt me, but they are not able to attack me directly because there is no evidence. If this rash move is revealed, it will be a lesson."

He had to deal with the Latins and be wary of the Bulgarians. Justinian no longer wanted to cause trouble for Genoa any more. Giving Antonia a shelter was already the limit he could bear.

On the other hand, Antonia had no objection, and she thought so, and said slowly: "It is true, and more importantly, I cannot dispatch a navy now. After capturing Corfu, Bantic left Epirus and went to Northern Italy to report his duties. Even if I let them come for ten days and half a month, it would be impossible."

"Then...what should I do? You can't just attack!"

Having seen the drawings sent by the city, Arslan is sure that he will definitely suffer heavy losses if he attacks, and the premise is that the Bulgarian army is willing to cooperate fully, otherwise they will have no chance of winning with their current troops.

And Justinian naturally thought the same way, "Of course we can't attack hard. If that happens, it will be as they wish. Even if Thessalonika is taken, it will be a scorched earth city, worthless."

"Then I can only choose to wait for reinforcements." In desperation, Arslan couldn't help but feel a little discouraged, but he had to admit that with their current strength, they were still a bit reluctant to attack the big city.

But at this time, Antonia's voice sounded again, "This is not like you at all, Justinian? If you really wait for Mikhail Ducas to come with your army, not to mention that the Latin people in Constantinople will definitely take action and the outcome will be unpredictable at that time. Even if this place is really recovered, it will probably unilaterally consolidate the authority of His Majesty the co-governor Emperor. What do you mean? I think it is as smart as you can't not understand."

"Of course I know..." Justinian, with a cold expression, said quietly. If Mikhail took this opportunity to successfully regain Thessalonika, his status would be no one to shake. At that time, I am afraid that his Majesty Muzfius, who is "settled" in the monastery, may be in danger.

But how to solve this dilemma? Justinian, who secretly clenched his fists, couldn't help but feel a little anxious inside at this moment.
Chapter completed!