I gave up the idea of pestering myself to the door of my family, and walked away amid the vulgar laughter of the Norman warriors.

The situation is complicated, or Mingzhe to protect himself, just now he said that there is an army in Nijmegen in Turin, it is estimated that nine times out of ten it is Kohler and them, and they must go to their own people first.

Just as I was looking down and thinking that I had no time to take care of things, a pair of large strong hands suddenly reached out from the diagonal thorns and pulled me off the horse.

The owner of the big hand scolded: "Blind your dog's eyes, a blind boy with no head and no brains, dare to stand in the way of Lord Baron!" ”

I was kicked again, and the tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs!

I gritted my teeth and struggled to stand up and fight back, but I was beaten up again by a few people who came after me.

"Gotcha, gotcha."

The voice was undoubtedly heavenly: "Why do you work so hard, throw it aside." ”

It sounded like the Baron, who spoke a strong northern Frankish language, and was definitely a serious Norman nobleman.

The thugs obeyed the order to stop, and the two of them set me up one left and one right, and were about to throw me into the broken flower bed by the hair, when the baron, who had just spoken, suddenly shouted: "Slow, bring him back!" ”

Although my nose and face were swollen and painful enough, my mind was quite clear, and blood gushed from the torn wound at the corner of my eye, staining the right pupil red, and I was greeted by a strange red picture.

The baron was dressed in fur, riding on the back of a tall Norman warhorse, followed by four knights with banners, and the rest were all soldiers on foot, judging from this configuration, his status should not be high, and he could not afford to support too many knights.

"You ......," I mumbled with blood in my mouth.

"It's you!" The other party was obviously more surprised than me.

Is it an old man? I endured the pain and tried to open my eyes to see his appearance, but to no avail, there was only a blurry figure in my eyes.

"This person is a wanted felon, hurry up and tie it up, I will interrogate it myself." The unknown baron commanded his men in an unquestioning tone.

Then I made people rush down and press on the ground, gnawing on the filthy and sticky mud, and tied my hands firmly behind my back: "It turned out to be a nominal deserter, tsk." ”

The soldier who tied me snorted disdainfully: "It's your bad luck to fall into the hands of our adults, he hates the soft egg with the crotch of his pants hanging the most." ”

Deserter? God is playing a big joke this time!

I know the military discipline of the Normans, and those who escape from the battle will be hung upside down and tortured to death.

"Listen to me...... I'm not a deserter, really, I'm a nobleman! ”

Can you be a little more down? Like a fat pig ready to go to the slaughterhouse, I howled in sorrow and despair: "Let me see your baron......"

I swallowed it back raw before I finished the second half of the sentence, because the soldier next to me was too lazy to listen to my begging for mercy, and directly punched his mouth, do you remember the two front teeth that fell off the horse and broke them back then? Now there's one more.

"Hmm...... Hmm...... Uh-huh-hmm......"

With blood from broken teeth and pantothenic acid pouring out of my mouth, I tried to clarify my identity, but the Norman warriors on either side were unmoved, and they cut my arms back at twisted angles, like they were carrying a freshly caught hen.

The iron gates of the castle slowly descended behind him, revealing a rather horrific picture, with winding corridors littered with polished and oiled chain mail and saddles, a garden where grass grew and warblers became a feeding ground for war horses, a pool of pure water for young men to talk about love was crowded with attendants busy scrubbing their horses, and the hall of the council was even more miserable, with marble statues knocked out to prop up pots, and grills with fresh meat still dripping with blood, staining the beautifully woven carpets.

I shook my head with regret, thinking that the idiom of burning the qin and boiling the crane could not be more apt, when the barbarians rushed into the civilized country, it was not enough to wipe their butts with priceless manuscripts of ancient paintings?

I almost had people float into the cold, damp cell beneath the hall, and the Norman nobleman on horseback had changed his clothes at some point, but he was still wearing the fur of a tyrant, and that thing made his already broad shoulders stronger, like a Popeye who had just chewed a whole jar of spinach.

"You all go out, I'm going to interrogate him alone."

The Norman nobleman waved at the soldiers who stood in the room, like dying patients in need of fresh air.

"But ......" what else the leading soldier wanted to argue.

The nobleman glared at him with awe-inspiring triangular eyes: "Do you think I can't beat this guy?" He's got his hands tied! Am I a piece of trash! ”

"I'm sorry, sir." The soldiers apologized in unison, and then one by one they rushed out, and the room was noticeably empty.

I looked at the Norman sitting behind the table with a little trepidation, and for the time being gave up trying to defend myself, only wanting to stay as far away from him as possible, so as not to get into trouble.

The other man stood up, blocking the flame of the torch on the wall, and the room instantly darkened, shrouded in deep black shadows, and he walked towards me, slowly stretching out his rough palm.

It's not going to strangle me! God, is there a more miserable duke than me?

The crossing is a bizarre dream, is it time to wake up?

I subconsciously shrank and trembled, as if facing the little Lori who pounced on the pervert with a lewd smile. Bondage, abuse, fandom, all the conditions are in place!

"Lord Duke?"

Lord Duke? I secretly opened my closed eyes, as if I didn't believe that the situation was reversed, and observed the other person's expression, full of pity and fear, etc., did there still tears in the corners of my eyes? Could it be that he is such a pervert with a lot of taste! Thinking of this, I hurriedly closed my eyes again.

"Lord Duke, offended."

The Norman nobleman untied the rope and lowered his voice and asked in fear, "Don't you remember me?" ”

Should I remember you? But after today's events, I should remember your voice and smile!

"You ......"

I wanted to think about it, but listening to his tone, it seemed that there was a turnaround, no matter if he recognized the wrong person, he promised first and then said: "Ah! Yes! I remember, you're the ...... That ......"

The Norman nobleman stared at me expectantly, and then faded in a shuffling voice, surely he understood that I was just trying to fish in troubled waters: "It seems that you nobleman is so forgetful that he no longer remembers me." ”

As the corners of his eyes drooped, my heart rose to my throat again, in case the other party became angry, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"I know Duke Richard well, and I must have seen you at a banquet, didn't I?" I tried my best to save the situation against me, and I was talking nonsense.

"Last year, Brabant."

He slowly spat out two unfamiliar words, as if he were playing a guessing game: "We dealt with each other once." ”

Brabant? I remember that there was no banquet there last year, and the other party was a baron, so the seat must be on the side, maybe I didn't pay attention to it at all.

It may have been that my rolling eyes revealed the panic in my heart, and the Norman nobleman had to explain: "When you and Archbishop Gaiulius go to Rome and pass through the territory of Brabant......"

He licked his lips weakly: "Perhaps, do you remember anything?" ”

Last year's Brabant, how can I forget my experience with Archbishop Gaiulius, who returned to Rome to report on his duties!

That's right, he was one of the Normans who participated in the ambush, and sure enough, the road was narrow!

Seeing that I was silent, the other party was a little overwhelmed: "You remember, right?" I'm sorry, but it's the duty of a vassal to obey my lord's orders, and I have no regrets about that ambush. ”

He cleared his throat quite calmly, as if he had prepared some important speech: "I want to thank you, Lord Duke, for your kindness and generosity that warms people like a spring breeze, yes, I was captured and wounded at that time, and you specially arranged for your attendants to take care of the wounded, and gave us treatment worthy of our status, even in ......"

He paused, staring cautiously at the closed door of the room, as if afraid of the wall: "After Duke Richard refused to pay the ransom, he unconditionally released us, God, you are simply the embodiment of angels!" ”

He was excitedly grateful: "May God bless you, my lord, bless you!" ”

How can you describe how I feel at this moment? Unintentionally inserted willows! The original plan to mix sand finally paid off, and the old man often taught us to be forgiving and forgiving, and the younger generations did not think so, thinking that the wisdom of the ancestors was not deceiving! After figuring out the ins and outs, I suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, my back was cold sweating, my tight thighs were cramping, and I grinned in pain.

"Really...... Wonderful fate! ”

"My name is Harrodson. Rejek, you can also call me Ben Bear. ”

The image of a running bear does match his image: "I'm just a little baron, and I have a palm-sized fief in Codontan." ”

Rejek stretched out his hand and measured: "That wasteland, full of rocks and seawater, is almost devoid of grass, otherwise I would not have followed Duke Richard all the way here." He pouted self-deprecatingly.

The question of survival is always the fundamental driving force for the development of society, and this is not the case in the Age of Discovery and the Age of Discovery.

"But...... Why did you arrest me? ”

Puzzled, I showed him the scars from the rope ties on my wrists: "What happened to one of your warriors who warned me to be careful, saying that Normandy and Nijmegen were enemies, and that my head would be pulled off next time?" ”

"Talkative Nord, why doesn't God take away his trouble-loving tongue!"

Reyek cursed lowly, then said awkwardly under my gaze, "Ugh...... My lord, he is right, Normandy has indeed entered into open hostility with Nijmegen. ”

Seeing that my face was gradually gloomy, he immediately changed his words and explained: "Please believe that this is definitely not my intention, nor is it the intention of Duke Richard, we are united and friendly allies and brothers, but Normandy is the king's nominal vassal after all, the eyes of that little fox are all over the city, and the messenger from Paris is in the palace of the Duke." ”

"Why?"

"It's you, my lord." Reyeke replied, pointing at me.

"Me?"

I repeated it inexplicably, and then it dawned on me: "How many people know about my news?" ”

"Almost everyone vaguely guessed that you have not shown up in the barracks for a long time, and the army of Nijmegen stationed in Turin is calm on the surface, but in private it is crazy to send a lot of scouts in the direction of Rome, and at first you can hide people's eyes and ears, and after a long time the blind can notice the strangeness, and the envoy of Paris seized this rare opportunity to make a big fuss and force the Duke to accept the king's conscription order, and openly hostile to Nijmegen."

He stretched out his hands helplessly: "There is no news of the master, the life and death of the young master are uncertain, and the homeland is in ashes...... Duke Richard had no choice. ”

"So, you arrested me in public to protect me...... And Duke Richard? ”

"It's about protecting us all." Reyek said solemnly.

I stood up, unable to bother with bleeding broken teeth and wrist scars, and Rejek cowered in the corner of the room, like a child who had done something wrong and was afraid of being disciplined.

"Can you arrange for me to meet Duke Richard?"

The dancing flames blackened the stone walls, obscuring their original textures, just like the current confusing situation, making it impossible to see the light.

"As soon as we meet, all problems will be solved."

Reyek was indifferent, presumably it was quite difficult to operate: "I'll try, but I have to be wronged for you to stay here, and ......"

He picked up the rope on the ground and shook it in front of my eyes: "Don't worry, this is the lowest dungeon, and ordinary people won't come here to wander around." ”

Do you think I want to hear such assurances? Wait until your hair falls out in this damp and dirty dungeon? I secretly rolled my eyes: "Then please." ”

"I'll do it as soon as possible."

According to past experience, when a person makes assurances to you as soon as possible, maybe, take a look, etc., the subtext is basically this:

"Hehe, you really take what I said seriously?"

I don't know how many days have passed since Rejerk's departure, but hope has slowly turned into disappointment, then despair, and I even began to feed the rats with the jerky he left behind, and I learned to squeak and exchange ideas with new friends.

"Bang dang!"

The slightest sound in the void could be heard far away, and the mouse friend alertly burrowed into the crack in the wall and disappeared, I blew off the leftover jerky and stuffed it into my mouth, turning my head to look in the direction of the gate in the darkness.

There was light first, like a very faint thin line, and as the light source approached, it gradually expanded, and the footsteps were messy but could be clearly distinguished.

"Squeak!"

The dusty wooden door burst open, casting a narrow shadow as the three men holding torches aloft them.

"Hehe, old friend, long time no see!"

I squinted at the sudden light of fire, what a terrible enemy light was for a creature that lived in darkness.

"My lord, is it really you?"

Another voice, more urgent and agitated than the last, penetrated the decibels amplified by the walls into the auricle, striking the weak eardrum wantonly, and being isolated from the world for too long, in addition to cultivating the acuity of hearing, but also making it fragile and delicate.

"Hiss......"

I rubbed my stinging ears and looked in the direction of the sound, three people, three blurred black shadows to be exact, condescendingly filling this small cell, were they all people close to me? But why can't I remember the owner of these voices?

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