"You want to go to Benivento?" The female bianbo's voice suddenly rose.

"I'm a mercenary." Angus pleaded, "I must make a living with my sword." ”

"It's just ridiculous vanity." Matilda resisted the urge to laugh, knowing that it would offend the boy's dignity, and that as soon as men felt that their self-esteem was hurt, they would try to "prove" themselves in the stupidest way possible.

"Maybe so, but I'm seventeen, for my ...... In any case, I can't continue to be a bodyguard. ”

"Then you can go......" Matilda was annoyed, she was a woman of great power, and she was never used to please, let alone when she was reminded of her age.

Was he laughing - I was forty years old, probably older than his mother.

The female bian Bo remembered her ridiculous behavior, and in order not to let her lover see the traces of age, she got up early every morning to make up her makeup: men are not the only animals dominated by "self-esteem".

"I left to fight your enemies, and I'll come back alive, when you need me."

Matilda heard the ominous meaning in his words, and she remembered the great enemy of the north, the Imperial flag was approaching, and it was a difficult time.

Crazy ambiguity brings with it the darkest dreams, walls and towers flooded by a sea of ravens, blood-red spears piercing virgin palaces, and the monster on the throne doing terrible things to its own corpse—the most profane ritual ever written.

Sweating and waking up, Matilda couldn't help but feel great fear when she heard the terrible cries of ravens coming from the bottom of the mountain.

He's leaving?

She realized that the burly body in her arms actually only had a boy's heart, and just a boy was not enough to protect herself, but why did she crave this desperate protection?

Once the young heart is far away, it will soon be alienated and forgotten, the world is one theater after another for them, and the old man with few years will only see one tomb after another.

The next day, when Angus was finally on the road, the woman stood on top of the stone fort, her face wet with tears on her face.

Dagobert sat on a spirited pack horse, and in the midst of the group of monks, Angus had not said a word since he had taken the crusade flag from his hand, except for the sound of Gillick giving orders to a hundred mercenaries on his behalf, and the neighing of the horses echoing in the air.

An army was not just a collection of samurai, the baggage team was often much larger than the captain, and Angus knew better that the female bianbo had put together the best retinue for himself, and that the gray-eyed blacksmith was said to have been the master of Bologna.

Her last lover died in the South, for the Norman. But I'm not the scented bearded woman, I'm Angus McWuysdine, King of the Highlands.

He suddenly wanted to talk to someone, but Gillick was nervously playing his game of leading soldiers, and Maeve was still under the scarlet cloak, and she hadn't spoken to herself in half a month.

"What are you thinking?"

Angus looked up, and Dagobert finally broke away from the black-robed group and appeared in front of him.

"How to save your lives."

"Very well, it seems that I should be glad to have a competent swordsman like you by my side every time." Dagobert suddenly smiled slyly, "And this time I don't have to dig my own money bag." ”

"If I lose in Rome," Angus sneered, "are you going to find a new master?" ”

"What, you're looking for a new employer, too?"

"I'm a mercenary. I will stay true to my business promises. Angus was a little impetuous.

"I guess getting laid, too, comes with a mercenary service?"

There was a laugh behind them, and Maeve peeked out from under her cloak a mocking little face.

"Although it has nothing to do with you," Dagobert returned to seriousness, "I'll tell you anyway, I don't have any choice, if you lose, I may be killed, I may escape, but I can't go back there." ”

"Do you think we could take Rome?"

"I don't know, I'm just doing what I'm told."

"On orders?"

"Or why do you think I'm letting you go with us? And why is your hostess angry? ”

"I thought ......"

"Do you think she is reluctant to leave for a 'pastime'? She's Matilda! Dagobert's voice couldn't help but rise, "She just doesn't like the feeling of being controlled, especially when she finds out that I've been serving that person." ”

"Who are you talking about? Who can control Madame? ”

"Your new employer, Your Excellency Bishop of Ostia."

Angus suddenly understood something.

It's all her money, and she's taking that bishop's money right now, I'm not the master of this army, I'm just a sword.

"When you meet His Excellency the Bishop, you will understand that this is not the business of any one person."

In short, it's not my business - the mercenary thought absentmindedly.