"Hey! Brat! See the spired tower? Legend has it that in the Roman era, there were dog men and women who had a cheating affair by the family, and there was no way to jump off it and fall into a mess. ”

Blonde, thin-faced, goatee-like, the Norman who walked with me looked like a half-fairy who was a fortune-teller, and what was even more ridiculous was his strange voice, which seemed to be about to sing as he spoke.

"Are you mute, boy? Tsk, watchdogs really don't speak human ......"

"If you're so rude, I'm hard pressed to keep my anger under control."

I replied coldly: "I have a name, you can call me Pollock, but don't call me a brat, clear?" ”

"Pollock? Tsk, nobles, nobles! ”

He grimaced exaggeratedly, and his mouth always emitted a tsk-tsk mantra:

"Hmm, let me think about it...... Stone Man, how about calling you this? A man has to have a resounding nickname, and Frank Softegg is named. ”

It's a pity, I'm the Frank soft-ass you said, silently sarcastic in my heart, and I'm noncommittal about his proposal.

"How many places do you need to go to patrol the defense?"

The ghost's eyes widened in surprise, as if he had heard something incredible: "Oh my God, are you really the first day to join the army?" Or is the fat chef's panties fascinated by you? Patrol patrols, of course, everywhere. ”

He spread his arms and swayed on horseback: "From south to north, from east to west, from ice and snow to hot desert, haha!" ”

The Normans laughed self-assuredly: "You believe it! You believe it! Simple child, tsk ......"

Anyway, there was nothing useful in his mouth, so I twisted my head to the other side, and the fields after the autumn harvest were bare, and a few crows fluttered their wings and flew around, hoping to find some missing wheat grains, but unfortunately the peasants who were hungrier than them had already returned to the barn, and there was not even a single wheat bran left.

"Stop!"

The commander of the army stopped the horse team with a loud voice, and everyone gathered the horses, sweating profusely, and the town opposite opened the gates to welcome the arrival of the patrolmen.

"Bhusala Busala, passionate Busala."

The ghost is still chattering unrelentingly, and he is absolutely reincarnated:

"Stone Man, the mead of Busara will make your tongue knotted, that taste, tsk!"

I rolled my eyes and came again......

The garrison camp of the Bousara garrison is the house of a local tyrant in the countryside, which is said to be a local tyrant, but in fact it is just a circle of walls than the poor people's homes, all of which are common flat-topped lime-white buildings in the Mediterranean, and after the Normans came, the owner of the house mysteriously disappeared, and his home was naturally regarded as a military camp.

According to the usual practice, the patrol team from Genoa will generally arrive here before noon, and then rush to the next place after a short meal, so the garrison has prepared a sumptuous meal, waiting for the Genoese masters who come here every ten days to fight the autumn breeze, bean rice, lemon roasted goat, figs, olives and local specialty mead, the mouth is not idle along the way, and the rare opportunity to improve the food is looking forward to it.

After taking a rough count of the number of garrisons and the reserves of dry dung used to cast wolf smoke, Rejek nodded in satisfaction, in fact, since the puppet king Aduin and Verona's rebels were wiped out by Nijmegen, the defensive pressure on Bousara has been greatly reduced, even if the attitude of the Duke of Burgundy and Normandy is extremely unfriendly now, but fortunately, it is quite far away.

"I have a buddy standing guard in Aosta, who can't every day, and squatting in the barley may make a fox-like cunning Burgundian poke*, tsk!"

As soon as I sat down at the dinner table, the ghost was joking very unexpectedly, and I stared at the dry and yellow bean rice in front of me and hesitated for a long time, but I still couldn't eat.

The garrison commander accompanied Rejek to sit at the top, and the two clinked glasses and chatted with laughter, and it seemed that they should know each other well.

"Norman brothers, let's have a toast!"

The garrison commander's proposal was enthusiastically responded to by everyone, and even the short commander, who was not smiling, grinned and put his arms around his neck and slammed the wine glass into it. For a while, the cups were staggered, and the atmosphere of the banquet reached a high level.

"Tsk, I said brother, why don't you see the honey smoked chicken that you have every time?" After a few cups of cat urine, the already active tsk ghost couldn't control it anymore and immediately rushed to answer.

"It's you old immortal horse tongue again, God, let him strangle himself with his tongue next time!" The commander of the garrison made a gesture of hanging, which caused everyone to laugh.

Not to be outdone, the horse's tongue responded: "My tongue is long enough to make it easy for two people to hang themselves, what's the matter, are you interested in coming together, wet crotch?" ”

He deliberately dragged out the wet crotch by a few words, which made everyone laugh more than once.

The garrison commander who was exposed blushed and changed the topic hesitantly: "That...... I would like to have honey-smoked chicken, but unfortunately all the chickens in the town have been caught, and now there are not even a few chicken feathers left, let alone chickens...... Lemon roasted goat is also very good, and it tastes even more fragrant! ”

"None? How could it be! ”

The horse's tongue had an expression of disbelief on his face: "Tsk, shouldn't you be afraid of bleeding, so you hide it all and eat it yourself!" As he spoke, he led the men to the right and left to heckle, and the Norman warriors slammed the table with the strength of their wine, shaking the cups and plates.

"Really, really!"

It was hard to make everyone forget about the mess of wet crotches, and the garrison commander wished that they were making a fuss.

"Before you, the Duke's convoy came, and the food and drink of the 100 men and horses came down, and our inventory was completely empty."

He spread out his hands in an accentuated tone: "It's all gone!" ”

At the mention of Duke Richard, the lawless crowd immediately stopped a lot, and although the Normans were arrogant and rude, the basic relationship between the elder and the young was still understood.

"Alright, hurry up and eat, it's a long way to the next stop."

Rejerk spoke at the right time, ending the chaos at the table.

I tore off a piece of good meat from the roast goat's breast, and was wondering how to settle it, when the horse's tongue whispered beside me: "The Duke's convoy is so mysterious that the sun has not come out and has hurried out, and has eaten up my honey roast chicken. ”

A soldier of the local garrison opposite him spit out the crispy bones that could not be chewed in his mouth, and said in a suppressed voice: "There is a carriage in the convoy, there seems to be someone in the car, but I have never seen him come down, and the food is sent to a special person, and after a while, the empty dinner plate will be placed at the door and removed, and the basin full of chicken bones must be eaten by more than one person." ”

"That's right, I got up in the middle of the night to pee, and there were many dukes in the stables ......"

Another person joined the discussion, he was a soldier who came with us, and when he said that the duke was in his own army, he looked at me embarrassedly, and the horse's tongue sucked the bone marrow leisurely: "Don't worry, your own people." ”

The latter nodded at me and continued, "Those sneaky horses and carts don't seem to want to make too much noise, and the Duke shouldn't be so careful when traveling......

Before the warrior finished speaking, the strong man in charge of the flag snatched it, and I remember everyone calling him elephant legs.

"Did the guy who got in the car see it?"

The listener's ignorant shaking of his head and the eagerness of anticipation made Elephant Leg very proud, and he shook his oily fingers, so as to be like a tabloid paparazzi.

"The whole body is covered in a black robe, and I can't see clearly whether it's a man or a woman, tsk!"

The horse's tongue followed the stupid daze of the others, not caring at all that the elephant's legs snatched his lines.

I was the only one who quietly gnawed the whole piece of mutton cleanly.

After a long time of tasting on the horse's tongue, he suddenly remembered my identity, and approached as if he was convulsive, and asked, "Stone man...... Oh no, Brother Pollock, hehe, you are the Duke's personal soldier, and the news is naturally better than ours, and the people in the carriage have internal reports, right? ”

It turns out that gossip is not only the patent of modern people, the ancients in the Middle Ages also liked to inquire about the secrets and wild history of the aristocracy, no way, the more closed the news, the more people like to use these gossip information to whitewash the façade, make themselves look different, and the gossip paparazzi became popular.

Isn't it time to make fun of it?

"Say what you see with your own eyes......"

I pretended to be trying to remember and frowned, and the attention of several people quickly focused, the horse's tongue squeezed closely, the curiosity of a problematic baby on his face, and the sparkling little stars in his eyes.

"I didn't see ......"

The curious listener was disappointed: "However, it must be a man, and he is quite courteous, and the Duke even gave up the bedroom." ”

Throwing out the fierce material, they turned into stupid fish that could not withstand the lure of fragrant bait, and they swam around stupidly.

"Yes, yes, it's a man, I remember!"

The elephant's leg grabbed the corroborative and said, "The left arm is hanging, probably injured." ”

The horse's tongue pinched his chin in contemplation: "The man, a nobleman, is injured, and secretly does not want everyone to know, ah! ”

He shouted coldly and frightened, and a few angry scolders were about to start: "You say, could it be that person?" ”

"Who?"

"Who?"

"What?"

There are so many brain shows that they are funny.

"Tsk, a bunch of idiots, the one who hasn't heard from you all this time!"

The horse's tongue pursed his lips impatiently, showing off his superior intelligence.

"You're talking about the one who took Rome?"

Or the elephant's legs and brains turn fast, it seems that in addition to his strong stature, the intelligence standard is also an important reason, and the horse's tongue showed a teachable look of relief, and the tsk was even louder.

I tried to eat as calmly as I could, but my ears were pricked up and I waited for everyone's reaction, and sure enough, I asked one after another in surprise: "Duke of Nijmegen?" Are you sure? ”

"Half-truths."

The horse's tongue shook its head secretly, replacing the elephant's legs as the first magic stick.

"I met the Duke of Nijmegen, we had dinner at the same table, and we were ...... apart"

He pushed his chair away slightly and measured the distance between him and me: "Oh, do you see that?" So close! ”

I can't cry or laugh in my heart, I like to show off my relationship with the big guys, and it's a bad habit that has never changed in the evolution of the little people with low self-esteem, as if this way I can look otherworldly.

"The Duke of Nijmegen is a big fat man with a pockmarked face, and his trousers are as thick as the mouth of a well, and I saw him swallow the whole quail in one gulp!"

Anyway, the nobles in the eyes of the commoners were almost the same, and no one present knew what the Duke of Nijmegen looked like, but let the horse's tongue blow wildly.

"And then?" Several soldiers asked hungrily.

"And then? So I know him, don't look at that fat man with fat head and big ears like a stupid pig, his heart is full of life, the name of the despicable is not groundless, do the rabbits in the field know? You chase it to the entrance of the cave, thinking that you will squat and die, and you will not believe it, but the rabbit has already run away along the other exit, and the Duke of Nijmegen is a cunning old rabbit, of course a fat rabbit, haha! ”

His lame joke made the elephant's leg spray the face of the person opposite: "If you want me to say that the person in the car is not necessarily a real person, but the real person is definitely nearby!" ”

The horse's tongue looked around at the people and gave a fairly positive answer.

Impressed, I couldn't help but look at him twice, and the result was nauseous enough.

"Nearby? You say the Duke of Nijmegen is not missing? ”

Regardless of whether the horse's tongue speculated on the truth or falsehood, I had to muddy the waters first, and I asked with an idiot expression that I thought was appropriate.

Someone held this guy and fluttered up, there was no roof on his head to protect his tail to the sky, and he was so excited that he completely ignored the lemon roast goat, and there was only a thin-skinned sheep's head left:

"A must! The Duke personally escorted it to make sense, forgot? Nijmegen's army was stationed in Turin, or he didn't leave Rome at all, waiting for his deeply hidden opponents to jump into the trap, or ......"

The horse's tongue paused, whetting everyone's appetite:

"He had already crossed the snow-capped mountains and returned to the north, leaving us fools to guess!"

The banquet ended in a joyful atmosphere of hello and hello, everyone ate and drank very happily, especially the horse tongue who successfully became the focus of attention, and his nonsense meat jokes won the full house, and everyone laughed.

"Look, these people can't do without me, tsk." He was drunken and hugged me, looking naïve and cute, like a street performer who had received attention, and he was even more diligent and funny.

"I'd rather meet an angry Norman than face a drunken Norman."

None of the rumors were groundless, and when I thought that the drunken soldiers would not even be able to climb on horseback, they directly proved the ridiculousness of ordinary people's eyes with their actions, and the drunken Normans not only did not delay their work, but also completed the assembly neatly.

"Let's go, go to Vogay!"

Reyek also drank a lot, his face was flushed, and a group of people roared and galloped, disturbing the chickens and dogs along the way, but they were not drunk, but they became hyperactive children with abnormal excitement, and whenever they saw a living thing on the road, a few people rushed out happily, so that behind us, only the ground was left in a mess.

After watching the flowers, the sun exposure and the bumps of the Mercedes made most of the people wake up, and the sequelae of binge eating began to be revealed.

The horse's tongue yawned incessantly, and his eyelids were glued together, which was at the same time the state of almost all men, and he left Wagay against the sun, and the next stop was a long way, just past a lush olive grove halfway up the mountainside, and Rejek hastened to rest and take refuge from the heat.

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