In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

"Tsk, who wants to have a baby with you?"

Jeanna spat softly and raised her chin again: "Look, I don't even have time to whisper to you. You just came out not long ago and those girls can't wait to chase you out."

As soon as he finished speaking, three figures appeared in the corridor.

Because they all drank some wine produced in the Sicily Military Region, Viviana, Lavinia and Celine all had slightly flushed faces.

"Why did you come out so soon?"

Lavinia adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses that had slipped down a bit. "The bard was talking about the decisive battle between us and the Saracens on the shores of Lake Bruluce. It's just that the story was a little distorted and exaggerated, and it was a little embarrassing to listen to."

Just now, a group of bards surrounded her, drawing everyone's attention to her, and she really couldn't stand it.

“It’s too stuffy in there.”

This is how Cherinina feels. As an assassin, she is not used to being exposed to the sight of so many people.

"I never like this kind of occasion."

Viviana had attended more banquets than anyone else present, and she had little interest in this banquet that could dazzle the country bumpkin lords from Western Europe.

The productivity of the Middle Ages is right here. No matter how luxurious the Grand Palace and the Blachna Palace are, they cannot compare with the Schönbrunn Palace in Vienna.

"Is Prajna still collecting folk songs?"

When he went out, he paid attention to Prajna. She was holding a bound notebook and writing and drawing on it. She didn't know much about the banquets in the upper-class courts of Europe, so when she described the story of Song of Winter and Summer and the Witcher, she just glossed over many plots.

Viviana nodded and said, "Yes, she is still here. For someone like Ms. Prajna who is committed to the writing industry, there should be no meaningless experiences. But I don't know where Miss Fulin has gone."

Jeanna smiled and said, "I know. Anna communicated with her. She went to the library to find the magic book she wanted."

Losa breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought she ran out to hunt."

"Look over there, who's coming?"

As everyone was talking, a group of Varangian Guards came into the courtyard, pushing a middle-aged man with his hands tied and a deathly pale face towards the banquet hall.

The leader of the team, "the chief sword noble", Prince Rurik from Kievan Rus, quickly realized the identities of these people and bowed his head hurriedly: "Good night, His Majesty Basilius, and all the distinguished ladies."

"Who is this?"

"This is the leader of the rebellion, Alexios Angelos."

Alexius glared at him fiercely, his eyes full of hatred: "You lowly and greedy barbarian, do you think you can rule Constantinople? Don't dream, that pretty widow is just using you as a pawn!"

Lothar did not bother with this insane little character, but asked: "Did the Crusaders from Galata send them here?"

"Yes, this is a statement that they respect your power and dare not become your enemy."

Alexius roared angrily: "Damned Magyar bandits, Frankish hooligans, their courage is not as good as a pagan coward's slave girl. You are untrustworthy and you will be killed sooner or later."

Before he could finish his words, a Varangian soldier punched him in the stomach: "Shut up, idiot!"

Prince Rurik smiled apologetically and ordered: "Shut up this guy's stinky mouth!"

"It's okay, you guys go in."

Lothar sneered: "Haha, Bella III surrendered quite quickly, he is indeed a hero."

He had originally planned to give a good lecture to the Hungarian king who had previously sent envoys to the Holy Land in an attempt to get a share of his share of the pie in the recovery of Egypt, and to severely undermine his reputation when he went to Galata tomorrow.

From this perspective, it seems that I shouldn’t be too narrow-minded towards a smart person.

Alexius was taken into the banquet.

The atmosphere in the field was stagnant for a moment.

Without even a negotiation, this "rebel leader" was betrayed by the Latins and sent to the palace?

The Greek nobles thought that they would have to exchange some interests, but weren't these Latin people voting too quickly?

People were shocked and realized the importance of the Frankish monarch, whom many people at the banquet had secretly despised and looked down upon.

Lagaia said coldly: "Take him away and make him blind. This is what he deserves."

Although he wanted to tear him into pieces, the Angelos family that Alexios came from had close ties with many powerful people in Constantinople, including the two major families of Doukas and Komnenos.

She was unwilling to vent her anger on this guy, but followed the old rules of the empire in dealing with rebels. After all, a person with a disabled body was automatically excluded from the competition for the throne of the empire.

The royal gardens of the Grand Palace have been in disrepair since the time of Alexios I due to financial problems. By now, the rare animals and birds that were tributes from various countries have almost died out.

The three-headed dragon, the mount of Basileus that showed great power today, was placed here by the Greeks.

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Ladon felt like he had returned to the days when he was in Constantinia, when he lived in this big palace. Every day, palace maids and eunuchs would bring carts of roasted cattle and sheep sprinkled with salt to his mouth.

The same is true now.

The Greeks spared no effort to take out the cattle and sheep in stock, and simply roasted them according to their taste, and piled them next to each of their heads, so that they only had to lower their heads slightly to swallow the delicious food into their stomachs.

The Fire Dragon Head said happily: "It would be nice if Boss stayed here."

The poisonous dragon head sneered and said, "Oh, cherish this opportunity. Our boss is a stingy guy. If he wants to eat so many delicacies without limit, even if the boss really intends to stay here, I don't think it will work."

"You two are too greedy. Isn't it just some meat? Is it worth the favor of the boss to restore our youth?"

The cursed dragon head said with some dissatisfaction.

"That's true. It's not that we two brothers don't appreciate the kindness of the eldest brother. It's just that the eldest brother is really not as generous to us as that little guy Mahamu."

The cursed dragon head sneered: "Nonsense, what is the boss's status? What does that little guy Mahamu count for? Without us, that little guy Mahamu is nothing, but the boss is different."

The fire dragon didn't care and took advantage of the two brothers' argument to eat up his share in a flash. Then he turned his head to the other two brothers' shares and stuffed the whole cow into his mouth in one bite.

"Hey, you're too greedy."

"We are brothers, so whoever eats is different!"

"No, I'm missing one, I have to make up for it!"

"Why don't you go and rob Lao Huo? Why rob mine?"

"Nonsense, that brainless idiot Lao Huo has already eaten his own."

The three heads soon started arguing, but as they were arguing, they suddenly let out a painful roar in unison.

"Damn it, the food is poisonous!"

The poisonous dragon leader said confidently: "If it is poison, how can I not taste it? It must be a curse!"

The cursed dragon leader was stunned, somewhat unable to believe it. He did not notice anything unusual in the food at all. Moreover, as true dragon species, they had such strong physiques, how could they be easily poisoned or cursed?

"Whatever it is, you two idiots who usually claim to be smart, we've been fucked!"

The fire dragon head roared in pain, filled with anger towards his two brothers, one of whom wielded the power of curse and the other wielded the power of poison - what the hell are you two doing?