Even the Imperial Council of Constantinople did not have time to respond to John's attitude, and a luxurious Venetian ship arrived in the port of Javel three days later.

"Your Majesty, here comes the guest."

As soon as dawn broke, while John was still struggling with the smell of smoke in the room, Jeffrey burst in with his cane and his attendants.

Although Jeffrey knew that John was in a hurry to get up, he did not dare to slack off this guest from Venice. Not only did the other side carry a professional diplomatic team, but it also brought with it countless trade agreements that had already been drafted.

Francesco Foscari.

He was the Doge of Venice at the time. In the case of Genoa, Milan, Florence and other Italian city-states hating Venice, they can still ensure the absolute trade authority of Venice in the Eastern Mediterranean, and even have the spare strength to compete with the Kingdom of Aragon and the Kingdom of Castile for trade in the Western Mediterranean. Francesco was no mediocre man, and it was difficult to lead Venice to become the most powerful commercial republic in this context.

At this time, Venice was also surging up and down in the wave of the Renaissance. As a result, Venice gradually became dissatisfied with Francesco's rule, and in the face of foreign enemies, Francesco had to cooperate with the empire in order to ensure that Venice's commercial interests were not harmed.

However, in order to preserve the status and dignity of Venice in Italy, and to consolidate his position as governor, Francesco had to go to Epirus in person by night to discuss matters related to the port of Aver with the young imperial co-emperor.

The ship was sailed almost the whole way, and it was not until they arrived at Fort Combrigne early in the morning, and the night attendant poured tea for them, that they were finally relieved.

It's just that this cup of tea, as soon as you drink it, it's a morning.

By the time John finally rolled out of bed to the floor, and after getting his groomed and walked to the antechamber, Francesco and some of the trade experts who accompanied him were already hungry.

And John's dress made Francesco's eyelids jump.

The loose burqa, unkempt hair, and the purple epaulettes that he wore casually over his shoulders would have revealed his status within the Empire, and Francesco was more likely to wonder if the child in front of him was an orphan who had wandered to Fort Combrigna.

"You are His Majesty John Palaiologo?"

"It's me, yes...... Ah, you are the Venerable Doge of Venice, Mr. Francesco Foscari! John pretended to lift his spirits, and stretched out his hands as he prepared to step forward.

Francesco also quickly got up from his position, took John's hand halfway, and retracted it again.

"Ah...... Sorry, it's Sunday. ”

John scratched his hair lightly, then took a few steps back.

"Sunday...... What's wrong? Francesco also put his hand back in embarrassment and asked with a strange expression.

"Sunday, Sunday...... Sunday is my day off, and I'm not in the mood to discuss these things today, sorry, sorry. ”

Francesco did hear that the lazy aristocrats of some continental countries had dismissed some official banquets in order to make themselves proud, and had proposed the enactment of a law of aristocratic rest. Of course, this kind of system is different and rare in the upper class of each country, but Francesco, for the first time, heard that the co-emperor of the Romans would strictly abide by his revised laws and give himself a punctual holiday.

Francesco even began to suspect rumors that John was more diligent than Constantine XI.

"Your Majesty, we have limited time...... We hope you will find time out of your busy schedule to address our proposal for the establishment of a commercial port in Yaweier. It won't take much time, and we've already drafted the agreement. It is believed that after the establishment of the commercial port of Avier, the relationship between the Roman Empire and Venice will be even closer! Francesco spoke very quickly, for fear that John would turn his head and find an excuse to leave in a hurry.

Procrastination is also a negotiation technique, and Francesco is concerned about it, and at this point, he can only force himself to calm down.

"Ah, of course someone is talking to you about the negotiation." John replied unhurriedly.

"Who is it? Don't you attend such an important meeting in person? ”

"I'm not very interested in this kind of thing, and my sister will come and discuss the specifics with you later...... Oh yes, you don't have to worry, my sister, Sophia Valleologo, the god-given of the Empire, has the same rights as me in Epirus. She could have signed the trade agreement in my place. That's it. ”

"Eh! Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty ......"

Before Francesco could hold back, John hurried to get ready for lunch. Francisco had him sneak back some rosé wine from the Slou Gardens in Constantinople under the guise of a replacement sailor, and he was ready to taste it.

Francesco waited for another few hours.

"Why did Yustina disappear early in the morning......"

Finally, a girl's voice came from outside the gate.

"Temple...... Who is Princess Sophia? ”

Evelei, who has a cold demeanor, and the little princess who hangs on Evelei's body like a wombat, Sophia just changed into an ordinary velvet dress today, with a luxurious and energetic white fox skin vest. Epirus' winter is not too cold, so wearing it is very much in line with Sophia's usual temperament.

Just usually.

Since Evelet arrived at Château Combrigne, all Sophia's attention has shifted to this sister. As for Francesco, he just glanced casually at it.

"I am, what's wrong?"

"Her Royal Highness Princess...... We've been waiting for a long time. I hope that talks on the establishment of the port of Yaweil will be held as soon as possible. ”

Francesco personally went to negotiate many times, which time did he suffer such a grievance? Looking at Sophia, she looks exactly like her brother. There was not the slightest respect for the Venetian delegation that had come from afar.

Is this the hospitality of the Empire?

"Your Highness...... Yustina and Her Majesty should go fishing in the Gillijie River, and the black bass are migrating these days, and Your Majesty's receipt should be very good. Evelet still exudes the chill of an Alpine snow, but she could have been gentler with Sophia.

"Brother went fishing? It's Sunday in the future, Sister Evelei, you call me earlier. Oh, by the way, Sister Evelei, I've told you several times, you don't need to call me Your Highness, just call me Sophia. ”

"Well...... But Your Highness, I ...... today I also slept until noon. ”

……

Francesco suddenly felt the urge to kill.