Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks

Chapter 894: Chapter 118: Prelude to the Great Purge

"Tch, who’s going to have children with you."

Jeanne sneered softly and raised her chin: "Look, there’s not even time to whisper to you, how long have you been out? Those young girls couldn’t wait to chase after you."

As soon as she finished speaking, three figures flashed in the corridor.

Having had some wine produced in the Sicily military district, Viviana, Lavinia, and Cherina all had slightly flushed faces.

"Why did you come out already?"

Lavinia adjusted her slightly slippin’ gold-rimmed glasses: "The minstrel was just telling about our battle against the Saracens at Burullus Lakebank, but the process was somewhat distorted, making it a bit embarrassing to listen to."

Just now, a group of minstrels were surrounding her, drawing all the attention, she couldn’t really hold up.

"It was too stuffy inside."

This was Cherina’s feeling. As someone with an Assassin background, she was not very accustomed to being exposed to so many gazes.

"I’ve always disliked such occasions."

Viviana had attended more banquets than anyone present, and really couldn’t muster much interest for the kind of banquet that would dazzle the Western European rustic Lords.

The productivity of the Middle Ages is right here; no matter how luxurious the Grand Palace and the Brahma Palace are, they can’t compare to the Schönbrunn Palace in Vienna.

"Is Prajna still collecting styles?"

He noticed Prajna when he went out; she was holding a bound notebook, writing and drawing on it, she was not very familiar with European high court banquets, so she often brushed over many details when describing the story of Song of Winter and Summer and Demon Hunter.

Viviana nodded in response: "Mm, she is. For a writer, probably no experience is meaningless. But Miss Furin is off somewhere again."

Jeanne said with a smile: "I know, Anna corresponded with her, she went to the great library to find the Magic Book she wanted."

Losa exhaled a sigh of relief: "I thought she had gone out to hunt."

"Look over there, who has arrived?"

As everyone was talking, a group of Varangian Guard appeared in the courtyard, pushing a middle-aged man with bound hands and a face ashen towards the banquet hall.

Seeing everyone, these armor-laden barbarian mercenaries were stunned.

The sight of a flock of beauties made them somewhat dazzled.

The leader of the group, the "Chief Sword Noble," Rurik Prince from Kiev Rus, quickly realized their identity and hurriedly bowed his head: "Goodnight, His Majesty Basileus, and esteemed ladies."

"Who is this?"

"This is the rebel leader, Alexios Anglos."

Alexios glared over viciously, his eyes full of hatred: "Wretched and greedy barbarians, do you think you can rule over Constantinople? Don’t dream about it; that pretty widow is just using you as a gun!"

Losa didn’t bother with this insignificant character who had lost his mind, but asked instead: "Did the Crusaders from Galata send them?"

"Correct, this is their expression of fear for your power, their unwillingness to be your enemy."

Alexios roared with fury: "Damned Magyar thieves, Frank mob, their courage is not even comparable to a house slave of an infidel coward; you unreliable ones will suffer retribution sooner or later."

Losa chuckled lightly: "Ha, Bella III abandoned quickly enough; I guess he can be considered a hero."

He initially planned to give a good scolding to the King of Hungary, who had sent envoys to the Holy Land previously seeking a share of the recovery of Egypt, when visiting Galata tomorrow.

Alexios was thus dragged into the banquet.

The atmosphere in the hall stagnated for a moment.

Without even negotiating, this "rebel chief" was sold out by the Latins and delivered to the court?

The Greek nobles all thought they’d need to conduct some exchange of interests. The Latins abandoned way too quickly, didn’t they?

It was only then that people realized in shock what weight that Frankish Monarch, whom many secretly held disdain for at the banquet earlier, truly possessed.

Ragaya said coldly: "Take him away and inflict blinding punishment; this is the outcome he deserves."

Although she desperately wanted him torn apart by four horses, Alexios hailed from the Anglos Family, which, after all, had many intricate connections with numerous dignitaries in Constantinople, including the Ducas and Komnenos major families.

She did not want to act rashly for this man; after all, a physically impaired person was already excluded from the Empire throne competition.

The Grand Palace’s royal garden, since the beginning of Alexios I, had suffered from financial issues and experienced much neglect, leaving the exotic beasts only few left by now.

The Three-headed Demon Dragon, who showcased its might today, was placed here.

Ladon felt it had returned to the days at Byzantium, residing in this Grand Palace, back then daily a cart of salted roast cattle and sheep was sent to its mouth by maids and eunuchs.

Now it’s the same.

The Greeks spared no effort to take out the stored cattle and sheep, roasted simply according to its taste, placed beside each of its heads so it only had to slightly lower its head to swallow the deliciousness.

The Grand Palace’s royal garden, since the beginning of Alexios I, had suffered from financial issues and experienced much neglect, leaving the exotic beasts only few left by now.

The Three-headed Demon Dragon, who showcased its might today, was placed here.

Ladon felt it had returned to the days at Byzantium, residing in this Grand Palace, back then daily a cart of salted roast cattle and sheep was sent to its mouth by maids and eunuchs.

Now it’s the same.

The Greeks spared no effort to take out the stored cattle and sheep, roasted simply according to its taste, placed beside each of its heads so it only had to slightly lower its head to swallow the deliciousness.

The Grand Palace’s royal garden, since the beginning of Alexios I, had suffered from financial issues and experienced much neglect, leaving the exotic beasts only few left by now.

The Three-headed Demon Dragon, who showcased its might today, was placed here.

Ladon felt it had returned to the days at Byzantium, residing in this Grand Palace, back then daily a cart of salted roast cattle and sheep was sent to its mouth by maids and eunuchs.

Now it’s the same.

The Greeks spared no effort to take out the stored cattle and sheep, roasted simply according to its taste, placed beside each of its heads so it only had to slightly lower its head to swallow the deliciousness.