sultan's crescent

Chapter 43
After the reception banquet was over, everyone returned to their rooms. After all, there will be celebrations in a few days.

For Simon Dukas, he actually had a plan, including why the celebration was held in Thessaloniki has a lot to do with him.

It is true that the Fanars live in Constantiniya all year round, but they also have a strong influence in Edirne and Thessaloniki.

And Simon Ducasse's plan is based on the strong influence of the Fanars on Thessaloniki.

He could see that the sultan had been deliberately weakening the strength of many factions in the empire.

Either to suppress, or to divide, or to kill with a knife, win over those who are less threatening, and kill those who are more threatening.

The Vlach nobles, the Mamluks, and the Janikli family, whose bones were still alive, were all lessons learned from the past, but these Greek landlords couldn't see it. They are really stupid.

Simone Ducasse couldn't help biting his finger.

With the group of Greek landlords already drawn in, the original plan to assassinate the Sudan and blame the Flach nobles and Greek landlords would definitely not work, and another method had to be found to break the situation.

The door was suddenly opened, and a figure flashed into the room.

"What are you doing here? Antimos."

The black-haired young man said with a stern face, word by word.

"Your plan can't be successful, Simon, according to me, the Russians and Austrians have lurked into Thessaloniki, and they will help."

Simon felt as if his whole body had been struck by lightning, he said angrily.

"You're fucking crazy, Antimos, who gave you the right to murder a sultan.

You want the whole family to be buried for you, right?
You son-of-a-bitch bastard! "

Simon knocked the black-haired youth to the ground at once, and then wanted to jump up and start hitting him in the face.

But the other party quickly got up from the floor, easily dodged Simon, and reached out to wipe off the blood on the corner of his mouth.

"It's useless, Simon, the patriarch has agreed."

"Fuck your ass, how could the patriarch agree with your lunatic's proposal."

The black-haired youth laughed.

"I have already transcribed the record of helping the Austrians and Russians sneak in. If the patriarch does not agree, I will give it to the sultan."

"You lunatic, the family raised you up from a young age, and this is how you repay the family."

Simon was shocked and angry, he had no idea that the other party had become crazy like this.

"Am I crazy? Look at yourself, Simon, stepping back and forth from that sultan.

The interests of Wallachia and Moldavia have been surrendered to you, and the Greek fools have joined other people's camps.

Do you think the family will have a future in this situation? "

The black-haired youth replied with a sneer.

"Besides, we are not the only ones who want to kill the Sultan, the Tsar, the Holy Roman Emperor, the Armenians, the families of Baghdad and Damascus, the Aladdin Pasha of the Guards, and even the Grand Mufti Your Ulema."

Simon was not surprised to hear what the black-haired youth said. Sudan is not the only smart person in this country.

Some people bet on Sudan for the future, and naturally some people oppose Sudan for the present.

Simon couldn't help thinking, did the sultan guess this situation?If not, can they succeed, and if so, what else did the Sultan bury.

"Give a reply, Simon, time is running out, we need to make arrangements as soon as possible."

With a long sigh, Simone Ducasse collapsed on the ground as if drained of strength.

He took out a ring, threw it at the black-haired youth, and said.

"Do whatever you want, Antimos, the family will be destroyed in your hands."

While Simon and Antimos were conspiring, Selim was also reviewing today's events.

"Justinian, who do you think it is?"

Selim asked casually.

"Your Majesty, Simon's suspicion is already obvious.

These Greeks have neither the guts nor the ability.

Moreover, based on the current investigation, the frequency of activities of the Fanars in Thessaloniki has increased significantly recently, and I am not even sure whether they are all Fanars.

This is not a normal phenomenon, they are probably planning something. "

Selim nodded and played with the opal in hand. The moonlight shone in from the window and hit the yellow opal, emitting a bright light.

"Be careful, Justinian, the opponent is not easy to deal with, if we want to win the maximum benefit in this game, we have to show [-] points of power.

Selim said calmly, he threw the opal in his hand into the air, the golden opal trembled up and down in the air, and the light changed randomly, as if the fate of countless people was held in the hands of the Sultan.

The next afternoon, on the high platform outside the manor, Selim was making the conclusion of his speech.

"Dear citizens of the empire, time is too short, and it is a pity that our celebration is coming to an end.

But I believe that the trust between the people of the empire will not disappear, whether you are Jewish, Orthodox or Muslim.We all live under one piece of sky and one piece of land from beginning to end, breathe the same air, and work together for a better tomorrow.

This trust will be handed down forever, it will not be changed by any external force, and it exists for me! "

Selim's speech had come to an end, and the crowd in the wilderness burst into shouts: "Long live the Sultan, long live the Sultan, long live Basilius, long live Basilius."

As for whether they are really so united, Selim doesn't care.

Anyway, the Sudan has come, no matter whether these people are superficially friendly, stabbed in the back or something else, the performance has to look like a performance.

The only thing that puzzled Selim was that the opponent hadn't made a move yet, which didn't conform to Selim and Justinian's speculation.

Even so, Selim still did not relax his vigilance, the calmer he was, the more dangerous he was.

The distance from the wilderness to the manor was not far, but Selim felt his heart palpitate.

This kind of unknown premonition made him very uncomfortable. The members of "Ottoman Sword" dressed up in different appearances and guarded near the carriage, and the soldiers of the new army surrounded the carriage.

For safety reasons, Selim did not fix his own carriage, but arranged soldiers from the new army to guard all the convoys belonging to him.

Suddenly, a loud noise came from behind the convoy, followed by a burst of thick smoke, which quickly covered the nearby convoy.

"Protect the Sultan! Protect the Sultan!"

A burst of shouts quickly attracted the attention of everyone in the thick smoke to the carriage where Selim was in, and Sudan suddenly felt something was wrong, he turned over and jumped out of the carriage.

"Justinian, come here and report the situation."

However, to Selim's surprise, Justinian did not respond to him, and the soldiers around the carriage fell down at some point, their bodies scattered on the ground.

"What the hell? What's going on? Simon can't have this strength. Even if the Fanars are added together, they can't put up this formation. Unless."

Selim's pupils shrank, and he thought of a possibility.

"The Fanars really don't have this strength, but what if they put the Austrians and Russians in as well."

Anxiety hung over Sudan's heart.

　The plot of this chapter may be considered unreasonable by readers. I have already laid the groundwork, which can be seen in chapters 37 and 38.If you don’t understand, you can wait for the next chapter, although I may not publish it now.
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