Dagobert was not in a good mood, having just learned that his old friend Reina had joined Giordano of Capua, and that Giordano, a capricious Norman lord, was currently colluding with Bohemond. The battle over the succession to the Duchy of Apulia has turned from an initial quarrel to a heated accusation, with Bohemond insisting that his stepmother's murder of his father, Robert Giska, was enough to invalidate the original Trani covenant.

The Holy See was in disarray, and the Normans would not accept the leadership of the Germanic puppet Gilbert in Rome, and there was no one to reconcile the brothers Bohemond and Roger Bossa. Sicily's Roger may be cheering on his two nephews and encouraging them to solve the problem in the Norman way, while Giordano of Capua is ready to take matters into his own hands.

But why did Reina, this brilliant guy get involved in this right and wrong? Is Bologna's vanity fair, cannabis-infused green honey, and those philosophical debates about a vacuum no longer satisfy him? Perhaps it was his successful gambling that aroused the jealousy of the illegitimate son of this self-proclaimed master of elegance?

Dagobert was not familiar with Bohemond, but he had heard that this Norman knight was a noble and artistic man, and most of the stories that came back from Greece were how he broke the Greek army in Alta and conquered all of Macedonia and Thessaly, which was nothing more than a deliberate reminder to the Normans that Bohemond was the most suitable heir to Robert Giska, and what future would there be for such a great lord?

Just when the priest couldn't help but wonder if his friend had read a dog's belly, a scene outside the hall made it difficult to take his eyes off the half-inch - a brigade of camels wearing feathers entered the garden, Moors in brightly colored turbans beating drums and cymbals, surrounded by Norman knights with iron helmets on their heads.

Lady Matilda emerged from the end of this glorious brigade, followed by a knight with horned helmets, long black hair decorated with bronze braids that shone like the stars of the night sky.

How is he, Dagobert was uneasy, this kid should have left a long time ago, why would he appear at the side of the baroness, he stared hard in the direction of the porch, but waited for the line of English, and the first to ride was the Norman Robert Mallett, who seemed to be looking at him meaningfully.

The presence of Madame Matilda interrupted the leisurely tour of the garden, and the Latin bishops, who were admiring the less sacred poetry, had to pretend to be sanctimonious and only savor the fragrance of "puellarum decor" in their minds.

From the members of the court who accompanied him, Dagobert finally learned the origin of the brigade, all of whom were envoys of Roger, Count of Sicily, who seemed to be intending to conclude a new anti-imperial alliance with the Canossa. Unfortunately, solving this mystery did not make him happy, and he kept wondering why Angus was next to the female sideman.

"Isn't Bishop Ostia here?" A Norman question suddenly sounded, and the priest looked up and saw an ugly face, covered in a disgusting scar and thick fuzz under his nostrils, which belonged to a Norman warrior.

"I'm sorry for the call of the abbess of Mont Moncasino, His Excellency the Bishop has left Modena."

The other party looked disappointed, as if it was a pity that he had not been able to meet a Frankish bishop.

"I have been told that His Excellency Bishop Ostia trusts you best." The Norman said with a martial austry, "I wonder if I can pass a word on behalf of the Count of Sicily?" ”

Dagobert was a little curious, Bishop Odor trusted himself? Who told this Norman about this?

Seeing that the priest did not object, he continued: "For the time being, we only hope that the Cardinal will not interfere in the affairs of Apulia, and in return, the Count is willing to provide all support to the Holy Church. ”

What a beautiful phrase, Dagobert almost laughed out loud, everything support? Roger had just taken Syracuse, so what could he do to the Cardinals? Unless, unless, willing to pay for it, he suddenly understood something, but did not say anything—Bohemond was a poor man, and could not afford to buy his uncle, let alone pay the bribes of the bishops, and it was only Roger Bossa, a young man who had always been known for her love of money, and his mother, Princess Salerno, who could only afford it.

The outcome of this battle is already obvious, since the Salerno people can pay for the cardinals, and naturally they can also buy the army, and the loyalty of the Normans is not difficult to buy, what does Bohemond have? Fame and affection are not as good as hard currency.

By this time the lady seemed to have finished her discussion with the Normans of the Mission, and the Lombard and Norman princes were out of the room for a while to change their clothes and prepare for the dinner, while the Lady threw her shawl on Angus's shoulder, turned and disappeared into the hall, and Dagobert watched Angus follow Madame Matilda into the dark door, and his mouth could not help but open wide, and tremble as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Dear, have you heard? Robert of Normandy had just left Italy, and I don't know if the Duke of Normandy was dying......" Robert Mallett's snarky voice reached his ears, and the timing was just right, and the whole truth was revealed for Dagobert almost instantly.

There was still some time before the dinner began, and Dagobert was going to meet the lady and perhaps find out her true relationship with Angus, and in his mind, the baroness was probably using the young mercenary to free himself from the suitor of Robert, the stocking. As for Robert Mallett's statement that the Duke of Normandy was going to die, he did not believe a word, and it was not at all surprising that these lords of England would curse William the mongrel of Normandy in such a way, and it could even be said that the unity of the entire kingdom of England was based on hatred of the Duke of Normandy. Over the years, King Edgar had turned England into a cave of anti-Norman elements, and the only thing these foreign exiles had in common with the Anglo-Danish lords was a bitter hatred for the great Duke across the Channel.

But what was Madame Matilda, the long-widowed woman, thinking? Dagobert was always a little uneasy, but the more he tried to get out immediately, the more Robert Mallett gushed, and Dagobert did not want to offend this dangerous fellow at all, so he had to continue to make a false deal with him. In the eyes of others, the two were almost as close as those stinking conspirators in the court, and there was no powerful lord here at the moment, and everything was so calm when the turmoil had subsided, wouldn't it be too boring if there were not a few such conspirators?