The night covered the land, and the imperial capital of Constantinople had fallen silent in the darkness, except for Betak, who stood outside the door of his mansion, was contemplating himself.

The secretary general of the emperor received a warning from the imperial sword of Damocles that someone seemed to be going to work against him.

Alexios provided his trusted ministers with excellent guards, all of whom were the true best of the army under the throne, one in a hundred warriors.

And Bertak, who was the emperor's secretary general, was given fifty warriors who dared to fight, and they were veterans of the imperial army.

What is commendable is that these talents have not long retired from the battlefield, and their keen battlefield intuition has not yet degraded.

The Imperial intelligence officers hidden outside the mansion are now the standard for high-ranking ministers.

Their lives needed to be protected, and their actions needed to be monitored, and the emperor kept his eyes on every courtier, so that they did not have the opportunity to cross the line.

Now the Emperor's secretary general clearly felt that his life was at stake.

The enemy, who was spying on the covers, explored the mansion's defenses with sophisticated tactics and left a mark before leaving.

This was noticed by Beta's guards and reported to the Emperor, and someone had been forced to take the plunge to carry out this last crazy plan.

If he could, Betak would never want to have anything to do with these shadow assassins of the underworld, but thankfully his old father from the countryside did not come with him to the imperial capital, and now Betak only wanted to solve these troubles immediately.

"Patrokolos, you should do your best to search for possible assassins, perhaps they are already lurking in some unknown corner watching us at this moment."

The head of Bertak's bodyguard, Patrokolos, looked embarrassed, and he had his own duty, which was to protect the safety of this noble man who was highly regarded by the emperor.

As for sweeping away those possible little mice, it was not in his consideration, and naturally the sword of Damocles was at the service.

"My lord, I think I'd better not leave you now, those filthy underground crawlies don't obey any commandments, they always attack where you least expect it."

"In my mansion?"

Bertak mocked that he was trapped here, and today he had seen the unscrupulousness of those corrupt elements, but it also strengthened his determination to advise His Majesty the Emperor to eradicate all these people.

The secretary general of the emperor only heard of the well-known Syrian Assasin, and he was not in his eyes for other small roles that could not succeed in the Roman Empire, but what he did not expect was that they were forced to the point where they could not even get out.

"If I have the chance, I will definitely suggest that His Majesty Alexios strangle all the dark forces in these imperial capitals, and send all the lackeys of these nobles to the bottom to mine, so that they will never see the light of day again."

In fact, the mundane Secretary-General Betak simply had no time to waste here, and he had two more important tasks that he had to deal with immediately.

The Licinian fleet was about to return from the west, and the messenger who had returned early brought news of the imminent arrival of the Prince of England, accompanied by His Royal Highness the noble Princess of France, the fiancée of Emperor Alexios.

The early greeting work and arranging the candidates to be contacted are all important.

Even Betak had to think carefully and choose a reliable official to serve as the greeting.

After all, Prince Richard is said to have set off with his own army, so the task of supplying the fleet must also be done by the Empire.

Another event attracted the attention of the Imperial Supreme, and a fortuitous conflict occurred in the Gala Grand Commercial District.

A Genoese merchant and an Imperial citizen clashed over trade, and the verbal exchange quickly escalated into slander and eventually a fight between hordes.

I still remember that Emperor Alexios looked at the report with a solemn expression and said: "It seems that the people of the empire have become more and more unbearable to the exploitation of the Latins. ”

The Italian seafaring republics had gained too many benefits and privileges in the empire, which aroused the hostility and hatred of the merchants of the imperial capital, and gradually the anger spread to every common man, and the effects of the barbaric invasion of the Crusaders had not been eliminated to this day, and any dispute was taken for granted as the fault of the Latins.

The Second Crusade, the attempt of King Louis of France to attack the imperial capital of Constantinople, greatly shook the empire, and people of insight were insensitive to the Frankish knights who crossed the border, and preferred to close the gates rather than accept fellow Christian brothers, who were nothing more than barbarians in the garb of jihad, and only wanted to take the opportunity to plunder the people and wealth of the empire to enrich their own pockets.

After discussion between the Emperor and Betak, the incident was put to rest, and the punishment for the Genoese merchants was a fine of one hundred, and they had to roll up their bunks and leave the place within three days.

The incident came to an end for the time being, but as if it was an inspiration from the gods, Betak's instinctive instinct felt that the matter was not over and that it was likely to cause a larger incident, so he was anxious to leave the mansion, but the situation forced him to stay here.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air, the moment the atmosphere was torn apart, also made Paltlokolos change his face, and the veteran's first reaction immediately brought down the emperor's secretary general, and the flying arrows that swept over his head failed to take Bertak's life.

The frightened Betak had the most thrilling experience in his life, which he will never forget, his pale face and the sweat of the bucket flowing down.

"My lord, can you still go?" Paltlokolos struggled to catch his target in the night sky, searching for where the arrow was fired.

"All the guards on duty today should die, they let the assassin get so close!" The Secretary-General's guard looked embarrassed, and the only long sword he held in his hand was across his chest.

"My lord, the assassins have standard crossbows, we must leave immediately!"

Finally awakened by Paltlokolos's call, as if he had just woken up from a great dream, he grabbed the warrior's big hand: "You are the bravest warrior in my mansion, and now I can only rely on you!" ”

"My lord, let's get back there!"

The two of them slowly retreated into the vineyards of the Betarch Mansion, where the spreading greenery could effectively block the crossbowman's view, and Paltlokolos did not dare to hope that the opposing archers would stop attacking, but it was better than being sniped by the enemy in the clearing.

"Those despicable cowards, conspirators who only hide in the shadows and fire arrows, if it is a head-to-head duel, I will definitely make them taste the bitterness!"