The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven

Chapter 1379 Sad Ludwig

Maximilian paused when he heard Ludwig's words. He let out a long sigh and finally calmed down.

"My ancestral teachings are correct. I shouldn't lose my composure just to prove myself." Maximilian thought so, and suddenly recalled what Franz had said.

“Arguments are for others to see. Usually the one with the loudest voice and better acting skills will win. It is best not to reason with a bad guy, because he will pull you down to his level and then defeat you with his rich experience.”

Maximilian slapped his cheek hard.

"What kind of monarch is he if he can't treat everyone equally?"

At this time, Alit said to the vendor.

"Unless you can provide evidence to prove that we broke it, it's a false accusation! False accusations are punishable by retaliation."

"Shut up!"

Maximilian roared angrily. He was furious when he thought of Franz. He was born just a few days earlier than him, but he took away everything that belonged to him and drove him to Naples as if it were alms.

He clearly said that he wanted to become the King of Naples, but he kept delaying the date of his ascension. If he had already become the king, why would he come here and encounter such a thing?
Anger and resentment instantly devoured Maximilian's reason, but as soon as he raised his hand, he was grabbed by Ludwig.

"Maximilian, what are you going to do?"

Ludwig had an expression of disbelief. After all, the brother in his memory was clearly a wise and noble man. Could it be that there was a curse on the pagan land?

That is why they have fallen into depravity, and that is why their noble and wise brothers have such abnormal behaviors.

Thinking of this, Ludwig couldn't help but blame himself. He had clearly asked his brother to carry the blessed cross with him, but he just didn't listen.

"Alas." Ludwig sighed, then his eyes became firm. He tore off the cross on his chest, pointed it at Maximilian, and made an exorcism spell while muttering something.

"The monsters and ghosts leave quickly"

Maximilian was completely furious and pushed Ludwig away.

"Tell your people to keep their mouths shut. A woman has no right to talk nonsense here."

Maximilian said coldly, then looked at Jemal who was sitting on the ground.

"Isn't it just money? How much do you want?"

Jemal hesitated at this moment. The woman was right. The Ottoman Empire practiced false accusations and counter-attacks. If he really extorted a lot of money from the other party, the other party would be very powerful. What if it was true?
(False accusation is an ancient legal system that originated from the concept of revenge in primitive society. It stipulates that if someone deliberately fabricates facts to accuse others, causing the innocent to be wronged or the guilty to be punished more severely, the accuser will face the same or more severe punishment as the person falsely accused.)
At this time, the manager of the Grand Bazaar finally brought people in, but Maximilian and Ludwig's guards showed no intention of backing down.

The reason why Jemal Parayev dared to be so arrogant in the Grand Bazaar was because his brother was the Grand Bazaar administrator Sarris Parayev.

Seeing that the person coming was his own brother, Jemal immediately burst into tears.

"My Lord, these foreigners broke my heirloom!"

However, as soon as Sarris Parayev walked a few meters away from Maximilian, he immediately performed a touch-of-the-ground salute (the highest etiquette of a lower rank to a higher rank).

Then he picked up Jemal and gave him a standard Ottoman slap.

"How dare you cheat!"

"Brother, it's me! You've got the wrong person!" The slap just now was very heavy. Jemal's mouth was full of blood and he could hardly speak.

But Sarris Parayev was even more furious.

"Asshole! You still dare to quibble!"

Then Osman slapped Jemal in the face with a violent flurry of slaps, blood splattered everywhere, and Jemal lost consciousness. His face was swollen beyond recognition.

(Ottoman Slap is a traditional martial art of the Ottoman Empire.)
Saris Parayev then stole a glance at Maximilian behind him, and when he saw that the anger in the other's eyes had eased a little, he spoke cautiously.

"I'm sorry to disturb you. Such scum will be dealt with according to the constitution of our Ottoman Empire. A small compensation is not a sign of respect." An Ottoman soldier handed a bag full of gold coins to Maximilian's attendant, and then the manager of the Grand Bazaar disappeared.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Everything happened so fast, and the turn was so sudden. The vendor was about to succeed in scamming someone but was beaten up by the local manager.

Sarris Parayev is not an ruthless person, and he will not sacrifice his own relatives for the sake of justice for foreigners.

In fact, if it weren't for this manager as their backer, ordinary Ottomans would not dare to blackmail the white people.

The vendors now realized that the identity of the person in front of them was really extraordinary. At least they had never seen Sarris Parayev perform the ground-touching salute to anyone except the Sultan and the Patriarch, so they all gave up their evil thoughts.

But the experience just now made Maximilian very unhappy, and Vlasic's suggestion to return to Naples immediately was ignored.

There was no conversation along the way, only Ludwig handed a cross heavily into Maximilian's hand.

Before they knew it, the team arrived at a clean open space, where there seemed to be no goods.

But they soon discovered the so-called goods, a group of men with bare upper bodies wearing only a pair of shorts, including both blacks and Ottomans.

There is no doubt that these people were slaves and this was the notorious slave market.

But unlike what one might imagine, these slaves did not have shackles on their bodies, and there was only a rope symbolically circling them around the open space.

But the collars around their necks and the nameplates with their names, ages, purposes and prices proved that they were slaves.

"Is this a slave market?"

Ludwig said with some doubt. He was not sure since he had never seen it with his own eyes.

"It's obvious that this place could be a bathing place."

Maximilian said this with some disdain, but he also had some doubts in his mind.

"Didn't the Ottoman Empire pass a law to ban the slave trade? It also closed the slave market."

Maximilian and Ludwig had previously visited the slave market in the center of Istanbul, which has now been converted into a garden.

The reason is not difficult to guess, but with the previous experience of Alita, no one dared to speak up and ask for trouble.

A little old man with a gray beard and a fez hat came over and spoke eagerly in fluent French.

"I believe you two gentlemen are here for a trip. If you are tired, please come to my tent to rest. Please feel free to enjoy fruits, sweets, tea, coffee, and the best hookah."

Maximilian and Ludwig suddenly became alert. They had never encountered such enthusiastic Ottomans since they came to Constantinople.

“We have no money.”

Maximilian was still angry and put emphasis on the word "money".

The little old man said with a smile.

"It's okay, it's okay. There's no harm in making a friend."

"Humph."

"Thank you for your hospitality. It's a great pleasure."

Ludwig didn't think too much about it. He thought the other party might really be hospitable, but Maximilian was not so naive. This old man must have some bigger conspiracy.

"After all, free is the most expensive."

Franz's words echoed in Maximilian's mind again, causing his blood pressure to soar again.