Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 300: Collector
“O’ great emperor, the one chosen by the Lord, the esteemed Augustus who rules over all land and seas, the ruler of Europe and Asia…”
“…”
This was the long string of pleasantries respectfully spoken by the Venetian envoy.
“…your humble servant offers you his deepest admiration…”
There was the weirdest expression on Constantin XI’s face.
It was still fresh in his memories how, not long ago, a Venetian envoy had arrogantly trampled on his pride while coercing him to submit to Venice’s demands. Who could have thought that the new Venetian envoy would take such a respectful and even subservient attitude?
This further drove in for him how important it was to have the strongest fist.
Had it not been for Shu Yichao’s aggressive invasion, he would have never known that it was possible for the Venetians to take on such an amicable attitude.
What swiftly followed the pleasantries were the Venetian envoy’s agenda—peace negotiation.
Venice’s terms of surrender were so shockingly generous that Constantin XI actually wondered if the envoy was a fraud out to scam him, or that they had lost their minds.
Venice had promised to return all the land and ports it had taken from the Romain Empire, invalidate all contracts with unequal terms, cancel all debts, and generously compensate the Romain emperor for the war.
To put it in layman terms, they were saying: Your Majesty, please pity us and tell your Caesar to stop screwing us over. We have lost, and we’re willing to compensate you for your losses.
Despite the old Venetian envoy’s humble and respectful attitude that evoked pity, Constantin XI had no intention of accepting Venice’s terms of surrender. He hadn’t forgotten how, in the history of the Romain Empire, Venice had colluded with the Crusaders to sack Constantinope.
He also hadn’t forgotten how the Venetians had arrogantly taken whatever they wanted from the Romain Empire, thus pushing them deeper and deeper into the abyss.
Neither had he forgotten how his younger brother was cornered to his deathbed by this bunch of cold-bloode
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