The Count beckoned, and the two attendants stepped forward to help him move his chair back, and stood up with the big wall of moving fat in his arms: "I forgot to introduce you, Knight Randy, do you know that you have inadvertently saved the whole of Christendom?" ”

I'm not Ultraman, how do I know what I'm trying to save, and then again, what is Christenchurch?

"This Mr. Bruno, who was saved by you, is the cousin of Emperor Otto, the supreme leader of Christendom, and the current Pope Gregory V!"

Pope? The old Roman antique portrayed in the history books who is full of fat brains and wears a Little Red Riding Hood to sell indulgences all over the world? How could it be that he is such a young and handsome guy, it seems that all the villains are more handsome than me, how can I live as a traverser!

Bruno didn't put on a show at all, and smiled politely at me: "I'm already in the wild now, and now I should be called, Bruno from Galicia is more suitable." ”

"That hypocrite who blasphemed Rome, whom God has forsaken, and whose position is refused by the whole Christian world, except France, which has been dragged into hell by demons."

The Earl was always passionate when he spoke of these things, and the fat on his face quivered irregularly, like an old-fashioned juicer overloaded.

"Please rest assured, His Majesty the Emperor has gathered all the troops of the Third German Reich and will soon return to Italy to destroy the rebels who are not capable of doing their best, purify the sky of the Holy City, and save the people who are groaning in pain and calling for light under the ****."

"Our Emperor doesn't have the time to deal with the situation in Italy, I don't think you know it, many Slavic tribes have crossed the German border, and a new war may start in East Germany."

Bruno stretched out his hands and jokingly reminded the count: "This German knight under your command saved Christendom according to what you said, I don't know what kind of reward there will be, so it can be worthy of such beautiful words from you, it should not be worse than the original fiefdom, right?" ”

The Earl smiled appingly, and his face was squeezed into a colorful bun skin: "Of course, he has made such a great contribution, and I can't overstate the reward, I have decided to reward him with a piece of free territory of the Earl Kingdom by the Maas River, in place of the ruined fiefdom of Collon." ”

"A wise decision is not too much for a brave knight."

Bruno said seriously, turned his head and smiled kindly at me, and said again: "I would like to introduce this knight who saved my life to our Imperial Majesty, who likes a powerful and loyal knight like Randy. ”

"That's his glory!" The Count wished that the Pope would dig into his corner, so that he could look at himself a few more times by the way, and as for my personal wishes, no one would go back to consider it at all.

After the two big men exchanged compliments and praises to each other, there was another meal of nonsense, drinking and singing and dancing performances.

A blind bard, singing a song in praise of the spring goats, accompanied by exotic music, had just danced a burlesque dance with Hans that imitated a rabbit, although I thought it was not as good as the cassette aerobics tutorial, but the crowd still had never seen the shouting of the market, and the earth was full of energy.

While I was thinking, Bruno came up to me and touched my cup casually, "Knight Randy, congratulations on getting the glory you deserve." ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty." I raised my glass, and the two of them laughed tacitly.

This one looks interesting......

After two days in the castle, I sent Hans back to Colren in search of the bull and the riches, and Isaac, the old Jewish crook who had already hanged himself after seeing my territory burned, and told them to go to the new fiefdom and wait for my return from a trip to Berlin, the capital of the empire.

The Earl was very generous to pay for me, and made a new piece of chain mail, made of the finest gray steel, which was all thanks to His Majesty the Pope, who only inadvertently moved his mouth at the dinner table one time, and the white fat man made a fart to smash me unconscious, and it seemed that he would have to hold this thigh in the future.

As a special guest of His Holiness the Pope, I accompanied him on his way and was responsible for keeping the Pope safe.

This job is simply idle, the guards sent by the Earl have surrounded the Pope's carriage for at least eight floors, not to mention flies, it is estimated that even the Pope himself will be suffocated to death due to lack of air circulation.

Everywhere this large group of knights with teeth and claws passed, every suspicious target was dealt with in advance, so in my opinion, the work of the commander of the guard is very easy, it's okay to look at this and that, if the mood is not beautiful, just find a stubble to scold people, and push oil is not so cool! Of course, if I didn't have to grind my ass on this uncomfortable saddle.

I haven't spoken to His Holiness Pope since that dinner.

The disparity in identity makes me understand how to position myself, so I have always kept a distance from the Pope, which is not only psychological, but also in space, every day I think of ways to shirk and report the itinerary to the Pope, in fact, in the end, I don't know the road, who called this era no WIFI can not connect to Google Maps, over time, the beautiful young man with long blond hair, slowly forgotten by me and me.

"Your Excellency, His Majesty the Pope invites you to come over." A horseman rode up to me and said to me.

I know that this can't be avoided after all, there is no way, just go ahead and pretend to be a grandson!

I made up my mind, I put on my armor and drove the horse to the carriage where the Pope was riding, the carriage of this era is backward, the comfort is completely fantastical, it can ensure that you don't scatter before reaching the finish line, thank God, the big wheels remind me of the Qin chariot in "The Great Qin Empire", this technology has been displaced for thousands of years, and the medieval Europeans who worked hard under such difficult conditions could not afford to hurt it.

"Neon, I'm Randy." I poked my head in front of the small window of the carriage and whispered.

The curtain on the window was lifted, and the Pope's handsome face appeared in front of the window, and he looked at me with a smile, making me feel uncomfortable. My tastes aren't that unique yet.

"Knight Randy, you're hiding from me." The Pope said, in a soft tone that seemed to be saying something that had nothing to do with him, but made you feel as if you owed him a lot.

"I'm insisting on security work, and I can't leave my post without permission." The secret of pretending to be a grandson is that you have to add an honorific title at the end of every sentence when you have nothing to do, so that you can be humble and embarrassed to be picked upon.

The Pope pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, this kid looks very young, and what he has experienced is definitely no less than a story, such a professional smile is perfectly handled, and he is indeed a senior actor at the political front.

"Knight Randy, in fact, I have always admired your way of dealing with people and your unruly character, compared to the corrupt smell of those so-called nobles in this era, your taste is fresher."