"They are here!" Ranieri Dandolo said as he licked his lips as he looked at the sunrise, and his voice was both excited and fierce.

He was 100% sure that this was the Genoa fleet that caused him to flee in a panic not long ago, and the Patriarch of Constantinople was undoubtedly necessarily on this.

When Ranieri thought of what had happened before, he couldn't help but clench his fists, and his nails were deeply trapped in his palms. But at this moment, Baron Senvenier's voice sounded beside him.

"Your Excellency Ranieri, you will not forget that Lord Sfendis has made a clear reply to us, and he will not interfere in this matter." The young Baron Venier reminded Ranieri not to be blinded by anger, and the Ambassador to Romania who was now staying in Constantinople, responsible for all the affairs of the Venetian Concession in Constantinople. After their group returned to the Golden Horn Bay, they immediately sought his help and prepared to intercept the Genoese. However, as soon as Ranieri Dandolo said the proposal, it was rejected by Sfendis, with no intention of borrowing troops at all. This not only made Ranieri Dandolo very angry, but even Baron Venier could not understand it.

But if there was no power here in Constantinople to help them with their strength, the wise Servenir understood that he had to stop Ranieridandolo from making impulsive moves, so that he could stop the loss in time.

However, at this moment, Ranieri smiled strangely and said calmly: "If my father had not passed away, where would that guy be in this position? I would still be able to deal with the Genoa without him. Besides, who would say I would do it myself?"

Ranieli's meaningful words fell into Senvenier's ears. For a moment, the young Italian man still didn't react, but at this moment, the scheming man beside him had already made plans in his heart. After calming down, Ranieli regained the posture that Dandoro's family should have, and looking at the Genoa fleet that was getting closer and closer to here, the smile on the corner of his mouth became colder and colder...

At the same time, on the sea outside the Golden Horn Bay, Genoa's warships were slowly sailing towards Constantinople. The sailors of Genoa seemed to be unaware of what happened not long ago. Most of them didn't know that their Master Andrea was now locked under the cabin deck with the sailors, and the entire flagship was completely controlled by Justinian and his subordinates.

"Master Andrea, what should we do?" On the side, Manager Charles, who was also under control, looked at the young Genoa beside him and asked. The previous incident happened too suddenly. They were taken down by a group of Vadalites who rushed up without even reacting, without any resistance. But this does not mean that everything has no turning point at all, because at present, the other party only controls their flagships, and the other ships are still their people, but they are still kept in the dark. In this case, they will soon approach Galata. As long as they raise their arms and shout, they can regain the initiative, but the only trouble is that they are trapped here and cannot get out.

At this moment, despite being imprisoned, Andrea Doria was still calm as usual, shook her head lightly and said, "Now, let's wait and see what's going on!"

"But, Master Andrea, what if?" Although he saw Andrea's confident look, Charles was still hesitant.

"Nothing, do you think that Greek boy can easily touch them all by their own efforts? Now is not the time to act rashly." After interrupting the other party's words, Andrea suppressed the restlessness of his subordinates at this moment with an unquestionable tone. Although he was not sure, at this moment he had almost guessed who secretly helped Justinian.

However, despite this, it is not easy for thousands of "Greek remnants" in this fleet to easily and safely pass Constantinople, which was controlled by the Latins.

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On the other side, on the deck above, everything seemed to be so calm, but Justinian and Antonia could finally get on the deck and breathe well. All of this is thanks to the help of the old man Christopher, who was around them.

"Thanks to you, otherwise I would have really fallen here this time. I owe you another favor, and I will pay it back in the future!" Looking at the old man in front of me, Justinian thanked sincerely. If Christopher hadn't raided Andrea's flagship with his men, he would have probably never had the chance to feel the beautiful sea breeze of the beautiful dawn. This was the second time since he was in Agrenion, although he knew that the reason was not related to him, but because of the Genoese girl beside him. But even so, Justinian still didn't like to owe the other person favors. Even if he couldn't pay it back for a while, at least he had to say it out before he could be more happy.

Christopher looked at Justinian at this time. It can be said that this was the first time he carefully looked at this young Greek man. Although he first came into contact with Justinian, thinking that he was just an inconspicuous little character, and the reason for helping him was only because of the Dorian gold coin, after several days of secret observation, he finally understood why Antonia valued him. Whether it was talent or humanity, this young man named Justinian did have extraordinary features, but the most awesome thing, but the kindness he was in the face of a crisis. This is undoubtedly the most valuable thing at this time, because in order to survive in this land, besides the cunning of the fox and the courage of the lion, what he also needs is the perseverance of the wolf.
Chapter completed!