Chapter 43: It’s up to People to Plan

After the banquet, everyone returned to their rooms. After all, there would be a celebration in a few days.

For Simon Ducas, he actually had a plan long ago, including why the celebration was held in Thessaloniki.

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

And Simon Ducas's plan is based on the strong influence of the Fanar people on Thessaloniki.

He can see that the Sultan has been deliberately weakening the strength of many factions in the empire.

Or suppress, or divide, or kill with a borrowed knife, win over the less threatening, and kill the more threatening.

The Vlach nobles, the Mamluks, and the Janikli family whose bodies are still cold are all lessons from the past, but these Greek landlords can't see this. They are really stupid.

Simon Ducas couldn't help biting his fingers.

With the Greek landlords already being won over, the original plan to frame the Vlach nobles and Greek landlords by assassinating the Sultan would definitely not work. Another way to break the situation had to be found.

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

"What are you doing here? Anthimos."

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

"Your plan is impossible to succeed, Simon, do as I say, the Russians and Austrians have already infiltrated Thessaloniki, and they will provide help."

Simon felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he was furious.

"You are fucking crazy, Anthimos, who gave you the right to murder a Sultan.

You want your entire family to die for you, right!

You bastard raised by a bitch!"

Simon knocked the black-haired young man to the ground, and then tried to pounce on him and hit him in the face.

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

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

"Bullshit, how could the patriarch agree to your proposal, a madman."

The black-haired young man laughed.

"I have copied the records of helping the Austrians and Russians to infiltrate. If the patriarch does not agree, I will give it to the Sultan."

"You madman, the family raised you since you were a child, and this is how you repay the family."

Simon was shocked and angry. He did not expect that the other party had become so crazy.

"I am a madman? Look at yourself, Simon, you retreat again and again in front of the Sultan.

You gave up the interests of Wallachia and Moldavia, and the Greek fools joined the camp of others.

Do you think the family will still have a future under such circumstances?"

The black-haired young man replied with a sneer.

"Besides, it's not just us who want the Sultan to die. The Tsar, the Holy Roman Emperor, the Armenians, the families in Baghdad and Damascus, the Aladdin Pasha of the Guards, and even the Ulema under the Grand Mufti.

Simon was not surprised to hear the words of the black-haired young man. The Sultan is not the only smart person in this country.

Some people bet on the Sultan for the future, and naturally there are people who oppose the Sultan for the present.

Simon couldn't help but wonder, did the Sultan guess this situation? If not, can they succeed? If so, what chess did the Sultan hide.

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

With a long sigh, Simon-Ducas seemed to have been drained of strength and collapsed to the ground.

He took out a ring, threw it to the black-haired young man, and said.

"Whatever you do, Anthemos, the family will be destroyed in your hands."

While Simon and Anthemos were plotting, Selim was also reviewing everything today.

"Justinian, who do you think it is? "

Selim asked casually.

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

These Greeks have neither the courage nor the ability to do this.

Moreover, based on the current investigation, the frequency of the Phanar people's activities in Thessaloniki has greatly increased recently, and I can't even be sure whether they are all Phanar people.

This is not a normal phenomenon. They are probably planning something famous. "

Selim nodded and played with the cat's eye in his hand. The moonlight shone in from the window, shining on the yellow cat's eye, emitting a dazzling light.

"Be more careful, Justinian, the opponent is not easy to deal with. If we want to win the greatest benefit in this game, we have to show twelve points of strength.

Selim said calmly, he threw the cat's eye in his hand into the air, and the golden cat's eye trembled in the air, rising and falling, and the light changed wantonly, as if the fate of countless people was 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. Unfortunately, our celebration has to end here.

But I believe that the trust between the citizens of the Empire will not disappear, no matter you are Jewish, Orthodox or Muslim. We have always lived under the same sky, on the same land, breathing the same air, and working together for a better tomorrow.

This trust will be passed down forever, and will not be changed by any external force, but will exist 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 Sultan is here. No matter whether these people are friendly on the surface, stabbing people in the back or something else, the performance must look like a performance.

The only thing that puzzled Selim was that the other party hadn't taken action yet, which was not in line with Selim and Justinian's speculation.

Despite this, Selim still did not relax his vigilance. The calmer he was, the more dangerous he became.

The distance from the wilderness to the manor was not far, but Selim felt waves of heart palpitations.

This unknown premonition made him feel very uncomfortable. Members of the "Ottoman Sword" dressed up in different appearances to guard near the carriage, and around the carriage were soldiers of the New Army.

For safety reasons, Selim did not secure his carriage, but arranged for soldiers of the New Army to guard 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 shouting quickly drew the attention of everyone in the thick smoke to the carriage where Selim was. The Sultan suddenly felt something was wrong, so he turned over and jumped out of the carriage.

"Justinian, come here and report the situation."

However, what surprised Selim was that Justinian did not respond to him. The soldiers around the carriage had fallen down at some point, and their bodies were scattered on the ground.

"What the hell? Something happened. It's impossible for Simon to have this strength. Even if the Fanar people are added together, they can't put up this formation. Unless."

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

"The Fanar people do not have this strength, but what if they also bring in the Austrians and Russians."

Uneasiness gripped the Sultan's mind.

Some readers may find the plot of this chapter unreasonable. I have already laid the groundwork for it, which can be seen in Chapters 37 and 38. If you feel you don’t understand, you can wait for the next chapter, although I may not post it now

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