Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
“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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