The Crescent of the Sultan

Selim's voice was full of anger and murderous intent, making everyone present shudder.

The Sultan waved his hand, and a New Army soldier walked towards the Greek patriarch who was the first to speak out, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him outside like a dead dog.

All the Greek patriarchs were so frightened that their faces turned pale, but this time no one dared to say anything.

Selim sneered, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he spoke slowly.

"Next, I'll ask, you answer, and there's no need to say anything else. Do you understand?"

The Greek patriarchs nodded repeatedly, their voices full of fear: "Yes, Your Majesty."

“Why choose Thessaloniki as the venue for the celebration?”

"Your Majesty, Thessaloniki has been home to three major ethnic groups for a long time. We chose this place to show you the diversity and tolerance of the empire."

Selim glanced at the Greek patriarchs with cold eyes, the murderous intent on his face became more intense.

“In your eyes, what you see is diversity and tolerance, but in my eyes, it’s a hotbed of rebellion!”

The Greek patriarchs looked at each other, not knowing how to answer the Sultan's words.

"Whose assassin is there?"

Selim then asked.

"Your Majesty, this... we really don't know. It is absolutely impossible for us to commit such an evil act."

A group of Greek patriarchs answered the Sultan's questions while pushing Simon forward, who was limp like a dead dog.

Everyone can see that this guy is closely related to the assassination.

Why don't we push these damned Fanar people to the front to attract firepower, and let the Sultan vent all his anger on his own people? We are not fools.

However, even when Simon reached the front row, he didn't respond. He looked forward in a daze as if he were dead.

Looking at the other party's look, Selim felt a little funny, thinking that he could escape by pretending to be stupid and stop dreaming.

Sultan scolded sternly.

"Answer my previous question, Simon, do you still want all the Fanars to be buried with you?"

Selim's voice sent a chill down his spine.

Hearing Sultan's words, Simon's body finally shivered, and he raised his head, with endless fear in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, I...I really don't know anything. This assassination has nothing to do with the Fanar people. We have always been your most loyal people."

Simon said with a trembling voice.

Selim sneered and looked at Simon in front of him with disdain.

"You'd better give a convincing answer instead of talking nonsense here..."

The Sultan's words shocked everyone in the camp.

"Your Majesty, please believe me, I have nothing to do with my family or this assassination.

Simon's voice was full of pleading and despair, and he kept cursing Antimus, the damn bastard, in his heart.

Selim looked at Simon in front of him expressionlessly. Instead of forging evidence, he suddenly had a better idea.

The Sultan winked at Justinian and then said.

“Justinian, take them down, hold them separately, and interrogate them.

Secondly, a message was quickly sent to Napoleon, asking him to monitor Aladdin Pasha at all times and kill him immediately if anything went wrong.

Then, remember to send a message to Haji Pasha and ask him to send a new and trained army to Constantiniya.

Do not forget to inform Suleiman of the Chapan family to be prepared for possible unrest in central and northern Anatolia.

Tell the chief of the Kara Osman family and the chief of the Kezan family (this family has formed an alliance with the Chapan family) to guard the east and south of Anlatollia, and I will reward them.

As for you, Abdullah, take control of all Thessaloniki and prevent riots.

Finally, the news must be blocked and must not be leaked in these days. Anyone who dares to speak nonsense will be killed! "

The Sultan's order had been issued, and a group of people quickly got busy. Justinian pursed his lips at Simon, and Selim nodded immediately.

The scoldings of the soldiers were intertwined with the cries of the Greek patriarchs, making people feel the power of the so-called king's authority.

The camp became empty, with only the guards standing guard and the spies guarding the Sultan continuing their work in place.

Selim rubbed his brows, a feeling of fatigue came over him, and he felt weak all over.

Although Selim has the title of "Reflection of God", a title is a title, and Selim is at the end of his strength at this time.

The alertness before and during the celebration, the fear after it ended, the tension when suddenly attacked, the psychological tactics during the interrogation, and the high-intensity game all day long put Selim under great pressure, and now he could finally relax.

"This matter can continue to expand its influence. The Flach nobles will definitely give up their lives. It just takes this opportunity to give them a setback and reunite the family. Wouldn't it be beautiful.

As for these families in Greece, killing some, suppressing some, and wooing some will directly determine the future power structure of the Greek region to avoid any troubles.

The Anatolia region is definitely stable. Chapanga, Kozangakakara, Ottoman, and Selim really don’t believe who can make waves. If something goes wrong, the three families should stop mixing together and cancel their registrations collectively.

As for those in Damascus, Baghdad, Egypt and Anatolia, if these people really dare to rebel, they will die.

Then there are the Bulgarians. Selim doesn't even bother to think about what actions they might take. These losers can't make any waves yet.

The key lies in the Fanar people. These people must be killed, but how to kill and how much to kill will achieve the best effect. Selim is a little unsure at this time.

That's all, let's nail this matter down first and think about the rest in a few days. "

After planning the follow-up plan for the assassination, Selim couldn't hold himself any longer. He leaned on the chair and fell asleep.

The camp gave off a faint light, and seemed a little quiet under the moonlight. However, the screams coming from a distance from time to time always easily destroyed the tranquility. Fortunately, they did not wake up the Sultan.

When Selim woke up again, there was a faint light on the horizon, and Justinian stood aside, guarding the Sultan.

"How is the handling going? Justinian, Simon is a smart man, he should know what to do, right?"

Selim asked as he yawned. It had to be said that even though he was sleeping on a chair, he felt pretty good.

"Your Majesty, Simon Ducas has revealed the mastermind, and Antimus, the chief spy of the Fanar people, organized all this.

As for accomplices? In addition to the involvement of the Russians and Austrians, many people in the country also facilitated this matter. "

Justinian answered the Sultan's question respectfully.

Some book friends asked me to explain it in a narration and asked if they wanted to put it in the text or in the author's words.

I put an explanation in the article today. Do you think this will affect the reading experience?

Finally, I would like to ask for further reading and collection. This book has entered the third round of recommendations. Thank you all book friends for your support.

But this book is still far away from the fourth round. I hope everyone will not keep reading. Thank you for understanding.

By the way, this is the second chapter today. The first chapter was posted at 0:15 in the morning.