General Iros had fantasized about being able to make up for his mistakes since the defeat of the city of Birti, and when Emperor Deliotus ordered him to go to Constantinople to assist the Grand Commander Savarin, his power gradually swelled again.

When he first defeated the Desserts and recaptured the holy city of Roman, Iros was already dissatisfied with King Richard and the entire Holy See.

He slept only four hours a day, got up early to 'feel' the dark to train his soldiers, and monitored the holes in his posts. The whole populace of Constantinople complained 'privately' that Deliot had sent them an imperial jailer, and that if this continued, commerce and personal freedom would be completely destroyed.

The Commander Savarien, who had always been sympathetic to the people's feelings, was incomprehensibly silent at this time. Some people said that the old man was very old, and that he had no courage, and could only blindly greet the emperor.

The iron law that one mountain does not tolerate two tigers does not seem to have been fulfilled here in Constantinople, because Savarin took the initiative to avoid the edge, and almost 'handed over' the port to Iros, and the emperor took it all as it was, as if he were a successor.

On that day, it happened to be the annual harvest festival of the fishermen, according to the custom, everyone first drank a few white drinks on the shore, and then in full view of everyone, stripped off all their clothes, left only a pair of 'pants', and rushed to the sea as fast as possible on a fishing boat that had been prepared for a long time.

However, due to the closure of the port this year, the fishermen's representatives applied to the Grand Commander several days in advance for this matter, and Savarin very politely asked them to consult with General Iros, because it was a man sent by the Emperor.

The fishermen's representative was helpless, but there was nothing he could do, so he could only turn around and ask General Iros to let him go. But there was no smile at all on the face of the Imperial Qincha, which was full of bearded vicissitudes.

The two sides were at a stalemate for almost half a day, and it was only after Savarin came forward that the situation calmed down slightly. The empire has treated you well for many years.The taxes levied are so light.The responsibilities are so small.Compared to the freedom of the holy city of Roma.We can only go as far as that.General Iros is loyal to his country.His determination to serve His Majesty wholeheartedly is very admirable.For Bojiao.I personally see it this way.On this land.There can only be one king.Otherwise, it will invite endless blood.The doctrine of Bojiao itself still has a lot of merit.But there are inevitably careerists lurking in the Holy See who want to use this excuse to add bricks and tiles to themselves.These people once wereThen they will threaten us like the barbarians of the north. King Hope on the other side of the Sea of Horrors left without saying goodbye when he was crusading against the Desserts, almost causing His Majesty to lose his hard-won victory, and the old men in the Holy See went to the island with him en masse. His Majesty the Emperor's decision to impose martial law on the port is the right thing to do, for the safety of Constantinople, for the safety of the whole empire, and for the safety of each of you.

The fishermen's representatives did not have such a big rhetoric, so they had to accept the suggestion silently.

On the day of the harvest festival, many people still gathered on the shore, singing, dancing, and drinking frantically, to offset the resentment of not being able to go out to sea in search of good luck.

Admiral Iros had a lot of headaches about this, and he had to assign men to patrol the coast in case some outlaws took advantage of the opportunity to smuggle in. Although he did not have the right to mobilize the Imperial warships that were cruising outside the harbor as usual, he still communicated with the Admiral of the fleet early out of a serious and responsible attitude, so that they should be extra vigilant today.

The three of the original ten docks were reduced to only one by Iros, citing a lack of manpower, and the hundreds of Imperial Guards he brought with him from the imperial capital became the biggest trump cards.

In the past two days, Iros has done several important things, and when he was preparing to go to Constantinople to meet with Savarin, he had actually 'planted' several informants in advance to collect and inquire about all kinds of information, and the secrets of the cliff hut were of course not a problem.

A Kotés cultist has 'made' such an unexplained underground organization in the ports directly under the jurisdiction of the empire, what exactly does it mean? As the Grand Commander, Savalin is completely unaware? He has been rooted here for more than ten years, and there must be other hidden secrets in it.

Ilos gave full play to his imagination and fully activated his clever head. He immediately thought that he realized the mystery: this old man must have had some kind of 'dealing' with the Kotés Sect, and he wanted to use the emperor's attack on the Bojiao to boost Kotés' power. Since the Bo followers accounted for the vast majority of the entire empire, the old man hid behind the scenes, and used his strength to skillfully prevent himself from 'showing his face'.

"I really can't underestimate this pickled old man." Iros involuntarily uttered as he stroked his beard. His Majesty the Emperor should know better than anyone else......"

"General, an acquaintance asks to see me." Iros' temporary office is located in a naval quarters not far from the docks.

"I don't have any acquaintances here, but it's okay to see him, let him in."

"Yes."

I saw a guy with a short figure and a particularly large face come to Iros with an extremely dignified step and saluted, "Your Excellency, General, can you please hold back your left and right first?"

"Who are you?" Iros was a little confused. It was a little strange that this short man would make such a bold request as soon as he came up.

"Your Excellency, General, if you want to achieve great things, please don't stick to the rules." The man didn't budge.

Iros tugged at his beard and motioned for his guards to disperse, "Now we can talk."

"Raoult, the Grand Duke of the Contemptible Kentan Kingdom......"

"What did you say?" Iros almost jumped out of his seat." The son of a thief has come to me to do something."

"General, if I were here to report on the Commander's misdeeds, would you still behave like that?" The short man is not in a hurry, and his eyebrows and eyes are very calm.

"Savarin of Constantinople."

"Exactly."

"You're not trying to stir up a wedge between us." Iros's face sank, and he slammed his fist on the square table, and the papers and tea that lay on it slammed into their feet, and people couldn't help but shudder.

"General, it was Lord Savarin who secretly invited me here, but I was almost thrown into the Sea of Horror to feed the fish because I had not negotiated the conditions he had in mind." His Highness Raoul was unaffected, and his face was more of an anger, as if he had been deceived.

"Oh, tell me." Iros reined in his pretentious swagger and prepared to listen to the next reason.

"That Grand Commander Savarin has been in Constantinople for so many years.After two generations of emperors.He has actually been in contact with my father by letter.Of course, it's all through secret channels.Sometimes he even uses magic.When we raise troops from the country.His Excellency Savarin is the only outsider who knows the general situation.The port city he ruled is prosperous.The Sea of Terror and the Panlong River are relied on.It is really a rare place of dragons......"

"You're saying he wants to rebel." The more Iros listened, the more excited he became.

Raoul smiled slightly: "His courage is not as great as my father's, after all, with the strength of a city, nothing can compete with the entire empire, but I know a little bit about his thoughts......

"Your Excellency, please speak." Iros couldn't hold it back.

"Doesn't the General want to ask why I'm risking such a phone call with you?" Raoul is still showing composure.

"Your Excellency means ......"

"There must be a retreat in everything.Although we in the country of Kentan have now conquered the whole of Destini, but now the war is gradually entering a stalemate. The counts are all cowards, and none of them dared to speak out.This Savarin commander of Constantinople was once expected by us.Unfortunately, the conversation collapsed because of the lack of people's hearts.The general was sent by the emperor.Of course, it was the big red man around Deliot.If I can help the general to bring down and eradicate this mess of old man now, maybe it will help the unknown future......"

"Your Excellency, you're trying to make me fall into a trap too." Iros is still sober-minded at the critical moment, because if he is involved now, he will let Kentan get the grip on it, and he may be able to pull himself off the horse at any time.

"General, do you think this is okay? I will not ask you to make any promises, but only to give you everything I know, whether you believe it or not, it should not have happened today, and I, Raoult, only need you to give you the right to leave in peace."

Iros was tempted.If he didn't get this kind of opportunity from the sky.Then he would never come out.The bearded general had a brilliant plan hatched in his heart.Foolproof.

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