Rondoba Barbarig looked at Venice in front of him and declared God.

He knew every letter and every word on it, and his excellent education over the years also allowed him to learn rhetoric in addition to fighting.

But the content of this announcement has now become an incomprehensible problem in his eyes.

Rondoba Barbarig looked up at the other side who looked dusty and obviously suffered a lot along the way. His purple robe with gold edges, which originally symbolized his identity, was stained with stains, and his boots were also tattered, which shows that it was very hard for him to catch up.

But these are not the real reasons that impressed him.

It made Rondoba Barbarig not suspect that this announcement was not a forgery, but the identity of this person.

This man is a friend of his uncle Barbarig. Rondoba Barbarig has reason to believe that if even this person betrays him, then the Barbarig family should have the end.

But because of this, he could not understand what those people in the Governor's Mansion were thinking.

"Why?" asked the little Barbarig, who was excited, "Will the Venetians watch the French occupy Milan and then let them reach their tentacles before us?"

The MP looked at the indignant little Barbarig, shook his head with some emotion: "You look very much like your uncle when he was young, but at that time he had learned to look at things with his brain instead of his eyes."

Rondoba Barbarig looked at the MP dissatisfiedly. He knew that the other party was blaming him for his impulse, but he also had reasons for doing so.

Although they are all members of the Barbarig family and are highly expected, Rondoba knew that he was not an uncle and could not become an uncle.

Although it was only a few short years, the situation had already given people the feeling that everything had changed.

The rise of Roman Thesia, the unification of Sicily, and the threat of the Ottomans that Venice's current status in the Mediterranean has deteriorated.

Rondoba felt that the uncle's trick was obviously no longer suitable for the current situation change. What's more important is that he now obviously does not have the prestige and influence accumulated by old Barbarig over the years, so if he wants to get the Venetians to recognize his role and status as soon as possible, he must make enough achievements.

Leading the Venetian army to resist the French invasion of Lombardy was definitely an opportunity to quickly gain great reputation in Venice.

Moreover, whether it is a soldier or a strategist, Rondoba Barbarig believes that the combination of Austria to confront the French is at least beneficial to the Venetians.

Rondoba did not look too far, but at least he did not hope that one day when he became the governor of Venice, he would see the French flag flying at his doorstep as soon as he left the water city.

Ensuring control over the traditional Veneto region and thus exert influence on Lombardy is a long-term strategy that the Venetian governors have been adhering to.

For this reason, his uncle, Barbarig, even temporarily gave up the conflict with Milan and the Vatican, and temporarily united with these two opponents who had been in conflict with the French.

But now, the men in Venice told him to give up interfering in Lombardy, which made Rondoba Barbarig unable to accept.

"Dear Rondoba, you know that your uncle has always had great hope for you," the MP advised helplessly. "In fact, his hope for you is much greater than you think. He thinks you will become a greater Governor of Venice in the future, but before that he was worried that you might be hurt by your character."

The MP's words made Rondoba a little more sober. His uncle was the person he admired the most and knew him the most. Although he felt that he could not become Barbarig, it did not prevent him from listening to the advice and criticism of his uncle or his good friend.

Seeing that Babarig gradually calmed down, the congressman smiled with relief. He knew that people who could be valued by Babarig could not be so impulsive and superficial. Even though he had been with those soldiers for many years, he was still a cunning Barbarig family member at heart.

"Governor, I mean our current new Governor Rollet," the MP took care of Rondoba's emotions and explained it briefly. "Leonardo Rollet is a pure politician who wants to use favor to the Venetians to stabilize his status, but you must admit that his hand is very successful. Now Venice is like a terminally ill patient, and many people do not want to hear the truth because of fear."

"So he drew an absurd painting full of beautiful dreams for those people?" Little Barbarig asked coldly.

"But that's actually not bad," the MP stared at Barbarig with bright eyes. "What Venice needs now is not a hero, but an actor who can maintain their current decent and shiny appearance. Leonardo Rollet is such a person. You must admit that he has done a good job at least so far."

"But what about Milan and the entire Lombardy?" Babarig asked unwillingly, "The French will stay here for a long time until one day they are not satisfied with the occupation, and then they will announce the direct incorporation of Lombardy into France."

"No," the congressman smiled. He felt that he could teach the arrogant little Barbarig a little at this time. "The emperor will not allow this kind of thing to happen. You will find that this war will last for a long time, which may even consume the originally extremely powerful national strength of the two countries."

Rondoba opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the MP raised his hand to stop him from continuing: "In addition, do you think Roman Thesia would want to see whether it is France or Austria occupying Lombardy and Milan for a long time? Why don't you think what the Duke of Romatheia has done so far? You must know whether it is alliance with France or enemies with Austria, hasn't he been maintaining the delicate balance of Lombardy all the time?"

"You mean the Duke of Roman Thesia has been coveting Lombardy?"

The MP noticed that Rondoba's tone was more like finally getting the answer when he asked this. He smiled with relief and looked at Rondoba with appreciation.

"The duke is very young. If nothing unexpected happens, he will have a long time to grasp the vast land from Palma to Naples, including Rome," the MP looked at Barbarig, "If you recall carefully, you will find that he has accomplished the incredible miracle now with a series of dazzling means, and now his eyes are on the throne of Castilla."

Rondoba Barbarig took a deep breath, and it was only then that he truly felt the great pressure from the Duke of Roman Thesia.

"Now it seems that both your uncle and Leonardo Rollet are actually old," the MP sighed softly. "Everything is so fast, as if everything has changed, but you are still young, Rondoba, and you will become the governor of Venice in the future. Whether you are an opponent or a friend, you will deal with him for a long time, so don't worry, you will have a long time to belong to you in the future."

Listening to the MP, Barbarig looked down at the announcement in his hand again, and then he carefully put it away, and then he said to the MP seriously: "I will obey the orders of Venice and order the truce to stop now. Tomorrow I will send an envoy to the army of Romethesia and discuss the detailed steps of the formal truce between the two sides with the Gompatti."

The MP stood up and breathed gently, and only then did his nervous mood relax.

In mid-August, with the Romanesian front commander Gompatti and Venetian Expeditionary Force commander Rondoba Barbarig signing their names on the "Po Armistice Simple", the state of war between Romanesian and Venice was also lifted.

Subsequently, the two sides sent people to send this armistice back to their country, asking their respective courts and governments to approve it in order to form a formal armistice agreement signed by the countries of both sides.

This is a very simple process, but it does involve too many people's hearts.

Even when the Governor of Venetian Leonardo Rollet stopped several times to make various promises and improvisational speeches. It was not until he received warm applause from all the nobles and chamber of commerce delegates present that he signed his name steadily on the armistice agreement.

It is said that for this grand ceremony, several famous painters were found, intending to record this precious moment on the canvas forever.

However, among these famous painters, there was a little kid who was an apprentice running around, and because he always liked to turn around in the middle of the ladies' trousers' trousers, it almost destroyed the sacred and solemn atmosphere.

This little brat is said to be Titian.

And in Montina, the signing ceremony seemed a bit outrageous.

In the dome room, the desertedness of only a few related people present was in sharp contrast to the lively atmosphere of the Venetian Governor's Office. If it weren't for the commander of the Eastern Legion Ofulei who happened to come back to report on his duties and gathered up the number, the signing ceremony could only be described as shabby.

Moreover, compared with the excitement when Rollet signed the signing, Barenti's expression was a bit perfunctory.

She picked up an ordinary quill, dipped ink and quickly signed her name on the agreement, and then asked the seal officer waiting next to her to heat up the seal for her, then picked up the heavy seal and pressed it on it.

Then she threw the pen of peace that, according to Rollett, "ends a war and saves countless lives" aside.

"Old men, please remember that this is a truce agreement," Barenti said to the people standing at the table, and then her tone slightly reiterated, "and it is just a truce agreement."

The Duchess's words made everyone present feel a little moved, and they also noticed several maps spread out on the slightly messy table, while Lombardy and the Trentino region bordering Austria were within it.

The Po Contract, called "just an armistice agreement", became the cessation of the war between Romanescia and Venice. One of the changes brought about by this contract was that as the Eastern Legion stopped fighting and moved into a semi-permanent camp, Ofulei handed over his command to Gompatti and returned to Montina.

Ofulei did not feel sorry for handing over command.

In Alexander's military officer system, Gompatti and Ofulei are two very special examples.

One of these two men can become Alexander's right-hand man on his own, while the other is skilled in handling the planning and coordination of the entire army, playing Alexander's military chief.

This kind of expertise in the inside and the outside makes the two of them an indispensable helper around Alexander.

This made them become important figures in the Roman Thesian army second only to Alexander.

Because they are good at different things, this greatly avoids conflicts caused by direct competition.

However, even so, there is still a little gap between the two. This is because although they were awarded the command rod on the same day, they were still caused by a position that had been gradually demonstrated.

In fact, when he entered Alexander's army, Ofulei never thought that one day he could have his current status. So when he took over the golden-handled command staff representing majesty and status from Alexander, Ofulei, who seemed calm at the time, asked his wife all night after returning home, "Is this true?"

As for the competition and contradiction between him and Gompatti, Ofulei actually knew very well that this might be something Alexander was happy to see.

So when the command was transferred with the report, Ofulei breathed some relief.

He didn't want to see the relationship that was too tense due to the competition between the two. Moreover, Ofulei knew very well that he was not good at front-line command. During this period, he had been carefully consuming energy on the Eastern Front, and even prepared more for the entire war than before.

However, what he didn't expect was that after listening to his report, Barendi told him another unexpected news.

"Your Highness wants me to go to Castilla?" Ofulei asked in surprise.

"Yes, Alexander's letter." Barenti did not notice the smile on her originally dull face when she said Alexander's letter. "He wants you to go to Castilla immediately after the war with Venice has come to an end. He needs your help."

Ofulei was surprised, but more excited.

When Alexander officially declared the throne in Castilla, even though he had already known it, the people around him were still very excited.

As one of the oldest kingdoms in Europe, Castilla has become the guardian and holy kingdom of the European continent in the eyes of many people because of its years of war with the Moors.

This is also the reliance for Isabella to be ambitious in trying to compete with the Vatican and be able to be granted title in Castilla, which is an extremely glorious thing for many European nobles.

As for a newcomer like Ofulei, he didn't even dare to imagine that such good things would fall on him.

So when Alexander declared Castilla, the Romans were extremely excited, but Ofulei never thought that he could go to Castilla so soon.

"The Duke wants you to help him build a new army in Castilla as soon as possible," said Barenti, who frowned slightly. Although she wanted to make her tone calm, she still showed a little indifference inadvertently. "I think you should know that the Queen of Sicily is in Castilla now, but this matter is obviously not expected to be counted on her."

Ofulei nodded wisely.

As the chief of staff of the Romanesian army, he must also be loyal to the Duchess while serving his loyalty to the Duchess. His wife Ashley is the female official next to the Duchess, and his father-in-law Pompeni is now the engineering director of Montina. Therefore, whether public or private, he belongs to the Duchess' faction, which makes him and the Queen of Sicily have to keep the distance he deserves.

"Alexander needs a helper," said Barenti with a little regret. Alexander has been away for a long time, and when he left, he only brought so few people, which made Barenti very worried about how he lived in Castilla during this period. "You are the Duke's most trusted subordinate, and I hope you can shoulder this important task."

"Madam, obey." Ofulei bowed and nodded, holding the golden handle in his hand tightly.

"Okay, go and see Ashley. You may have to be separated for a long time next."

Barendi smiled at Ofulei and said, looking at the young officer's back as he left, Barendi walked to the table and took out an unexpectedly thick letter from the drawer.

This was sent by Alexander not long ago. Every time his letter was written more like a novel. In addition to explaining his current inferences and strategies for Italy, France and Austria, a large part of it was more about his longing for his wife.

In fact, Barendi knew that such a letter must have been written to Lucrezia. Even because of her geographical advantage, the woman would receive the letter earlier than her.

But Barenti decided to selectively ignore the unpleasant details.

Now she is the one who gives the order as the hostess in Montina's castle, not the pope's daughter or some annoying wild girl, and even Ruosha, who is the queen of Sicily, will never have the chance to sit publicly behind this table in the dome.

This is enough.

For Barendi, as long as she wins in the end, she can be generous and not care about the rest.

Moreover, Alexander's letter also made her extremely excited.

Because in this letter, Alexander revealed his intention to ask her to go to Castilla for the first time.

"I'm about to set out to Barrialidode. This meeting was a very difficult trip. I've considered the worst possible outcome, but please don't worry I won't let myself take risks. If the situation is not good, I will choose to retreat smartly instead of rushing towards the giants blindly, so please don't worry about me..."

When she saw this, Barenti was still very nervous. Although she knew that Alexander never did anything unsure, she couldn't let it go in a corner of Europe, and was far away from almost the entire Mediterranean.

It seems that when I was writing the letter, I had already felt that this would cause my wife's uneasiness, so Alexander wrote in the following letter:

"I think if the time is right, I can consider asking you to come to Barrialido. Know that when I put on the crown I want my wife to stand on my right side, and I must admit that I haven't received any comfort from you for a long time, so please rest assured that even for the sake of enjoying your tenderness, I will make all of us better."

Such a letter of gathering, family letters and love letters finally relaxed Barenti's originally worried mood a little, and she also knew that Alexander would consider letting her go to Castilla, which means he was still very sure of the situation.

A trace of excitement surged from the heart. A queen, this was something Barenti absolutely never expected at the time.

If becoming the Duchess of Romanthesia has made her proud of choosing Alexander, then now Barendi even feels that she can stand proudly in front of Old Rover and tell him, "Father, I want to have more vision than you."

However, what Barenti really pays attention to in this letter is not the fact that she may soon become Queen of Castilla, but a passage that Alexander deliberately marked with obvious traces.
Chapter completed!