The Crescent of the Sultan

Chapter 43 It’s up to people to plan things



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

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

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

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

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

Either suppress, divide, or use the knife to kill, win over those who are less of a threat, and kill those who are more of a threat.

The nobles of Vlach, the Mamluks, and the still-dead Janikli family all learned from the past, but these Greek landowners couldn't see it. They are really stupid.

Simon Ducasse couldn't help but bite his finger.

Now that this group of Greek landowners have been won over, the original plan of assassinating the Sudan and putting the blame on the Vlach nobles and Greek landowners will definitely not work. To break the situation, another method must be found.

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

"What are you doing here? Antimus."

The black-haired young man had a stern face and spoke word by word.

"Your plan can't succeed, Simon. Just do what I say. The Russians and Austrians have already infiltrated Thessaloniki and they will provide help."

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

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

You want the whole family to be buried in your honor, right?

You son-of-a-bitch bastard! "

Simon knocked the black-haired young man to the ground in one fell swoop, and then wanted to pounce on him 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 the blood from the corner of his mouth.

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

"Fuck you, how could the patriarch agree to your lunatic's proposal?"

The black-haired young man smiled.

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

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

Simon was shocked and angry. He had no idea that the other party had become so crazy.

"Am I mad? Look at yourself, Simon, for retreating from that Sultan.

The interests of Wallachia and Moldavia were handed over to you, and the Greek fools joined other people's camps.

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

The black-haired young man replied with a sneer.

"Besides, we are not the only ones who want this sultan to die. The Tsar, the Holy Roman Emperor, the Armenians, the Baghdad and Damascus families, the Aladdin Pasha of the Guards, and even the Grand Mufti The ulema under his command.

Simon was not surprised when he heard the words of the black-haired young man. Sudan was not the only smart person in this country.

Some people are betting on Sudan for the future, and naturally there are people who are against Sudan for the present.

Simon couldn't help but wonder, had the Sultan guessed this situation? If not, can they succeed? If so, what else does the sultan have buried?

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

With a long sigh, Simon Ducasse suddenly collapsed on the ground as if his strength had been drained.

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

"Do whatever you want, Antimus, the family will be destroyed by your hands."

While Simon and Antimus were plotting, Selim was also reviewing today's events.

"Justinian, who do you think he is?"

Selim asked casually.

“Your Majesty, Simon’s suspicion is already obvious.

These Greeks could neither have the courage nor the ability.

Moreover, according to the current investigation, the frequency of Fanar people's activities in Thessaloniki has increased greatly recently, and I am not even sure whether they are all Fanar people.

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

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

"Pay more attention, Justinian, the opponent is not easy to deal with. If we want to win the maximum benefit in this game, we must use twelve points of power.

Selim said calmly. He threw the cat's eye stone in his hand into the air. The golden cat's eye stone trembled in the air, rising and falling. 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 concluding his speech.

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

But I believe that trust among the people of the Empire will not disappear, whether you are a Jew, an Orthodox Christian or a Muslim. From beginning to end, we all live under the same sky and on the same land, breathing the same air, and working together for a better tomorrow.

This trust will last 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 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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