"Where are we now?" Knowing that I had lost a lot of loot, I reassured myself to find a place to sit down and asked.

"There is less than a day to go from Rome, and in fact His Majesty's avant-garde forces have already taken control of the city, so we can say that we are marching victoriously without pressure."

Kohler flashed, and only then did I realize that he didn't carry a bow and arrows on his back for the first time, which was enough to show that everything was under control.

"The Italian rebels were all beheaded, and the owners of every castle and the nobility of the city respectfully offered bread and salt to show their heartfelt devotion to the Normans, and the sudden turn of the Normans became the last straw that crushed them, and the absolute force crushed the grass on the walls, and the Italians, who professed to be the heirs of the title of Emperor of the Middle Empire, finally understood who was the true master of the city of Rome, and all the traitors who dared to rebel against the German Emperor, All have become air-dried corpses from the trees on both sides of the road leading to Rome. ”

When I stepped into the Roman city gate for the second time, I finally had a deep understanding of Kohler's words under the visual impact of all kinds of intuitive vision, starting from the Roman road on the hill of Bahindine to the gate of the Eternal City, there was no life in the farms along the way, and there were endless ruins and blood-soaked scenes everywhere.

On the big tree, which had been scorched to a bare black pole by the fire, the corpses of men, women, and children who had been skinned and stuffed into straw were lined up like air-dried sausages, and the tattered clothes hung on the shriveled shoulders, and the hideous faces were crawling with dense flies and maggots.

Occasionally, one or two local peasants were busy collecting corpses, and the tortured people were not like ghosts, with thin torsos supporting strangely swollen heads, and when they saw the mighty army appear, they immediately disappeared into the ruins of the village like a mouse, raising a cloud of dust.

The closer you get to Rome, the more corpses pile up on both sides of the road, the stench of decay drifts far away by the wind, and most of the survivors are infected with the plague, coughing with crutches, and crows gather happily to celebrate the rare carnival, competing with wild dogs for the softest rotten flesh on the corpses.

The nobles knelt on both sides of the city gate with their flags hanging down, their heads like garlic on the ground, and begged His Majesty the Emperor to forgive their sins.

I spotted the gray-faced, gloomy Bishop Gailius in the crowd, who raised his eye to notice me, squeezed out a polite smile in greeting, and then lowered his head and stared numbly at the stone pavement in front of him.

The rapid march of Germany and the rebellion of the Normans completely cut off all the way for the Bishop to ascend to the papal throne, and what awaits him will be a felony against the emperor, and the terrible punishment that will follow, and perhaps the pale head wrapped in a white crown is regretting why he failed to withstand the temptation in the first place, and came to the materialistic Rome, where he became a shameful clown after the beam-jumping performance, and was about to be thrown into a cold corner to slowly grow old and rot.

Just when I was lamenting the cruelty of war and the annihilation of innocent humanity, a rude and ridiculous accent suddenly came from behind me:

"Get out of the way, untouchables ahead! The daughter of the god of war is going to pass through here! ”

Before I could turn around, the driver of the car was struck on the head, and the thick leather whip cut a bloody cut in his forehead, and the red flesh turned outwards with hideousness.

"Bastards, are you blind, don't you retreat quickly!"

The owner of the arrogant voice, with his golden curly hair, riding on a tall horse draped all over his body, looked like a bear in human skin, burly and incredible, waving his leather whip with angry eyes, and constantly directing his men to drive the baggage wagons lined up waiting to enter the city.

The frightened coachmen hurriedly drove the carriage to both sides, dodged out of the middle road, and shrank under the wheels and shivered, which further inflated the vanity of the other party, and threw the whip off the hunting wind.

Kohler pursed the corners of his lips and said to me disdainfully: "It's a Normandy, a pirate who has not fully evolved, and dares to run to the city of God to spread wild, without telling your name?" You know, even their dukes have to greet you politely, and aren't the lessons learned from Nijmegen by the Normans deep enough? ”

I grabbed his arm and shook it gently, indicating that I didn't want to do much, especially when the two families were working together, Kohler nodded helplessly and helped me get out of the carriage.

"How can you be as slow as a snail, didn't the laughing mother in the inferior tavern teach you that you should quickly carry out the orders of the noble lord?" The Norman officer stopped at the side of our carriage in droves, spewing loudly and raising his whip to teach him a lesson from the lowly pariah he saw as dusty.

But his movements stopped in mid-air, like a toy that had lost the torque of a clockwork, and Kohler picked up a pair of bows and arrows from the carriage as if by magic, and drew his bow and arrows with lightning speed, and in the blink of an eye, pointed motionlessly at the sweaty brows of the Normandy officer.

"Now it's going to be someone who teaches you how to be polite, huh?" Kohler raised an eyebrow, staring playfully at his opponent whose face was suffocated purple, the corners of his mouth hooked up contemptuously, and two provocative words were squeezed out between his teeth.

"Norse mongrel!"

"Who do you call a Norse mongrel, a Germanic savage with a butt on his head? Is the hole under your big ugly nose for fart? ”

A sharp voice like a poisonous snake spitting out the letter, instantly ignited the anger in Kohler's heart that he tried to suppress, he roared wildly and let go violently, the arrow came out of the string, and the impartial hit the eyes of the Norman officer's war horse, the dog and the beast froze for a moment, and then raised his front hooves with a sad roar, threw the knight on his back down, and hit the crowd on both sides like a fly without a head, and after overturning countless people, he finally slammed his head to the city wall, and there was a clear cracking sound from his neck, Spread on the ground and became a soft and crumbling mud.

"You've me off, Germain stupid bear, and God can't save your poor little skeleton from being trampled to pieces by a brute bull."

The owner who ignited the sound of this unwarranted dispute appeared in my field of vision, and the petite figure on a tall horse stunned everyone present, especially after the Normans surrounded her in the middle with the stars of Normandy, and swept me and Kohler from top to bottom with the eyes of admiring the dying goats before being slaughtered.

"The jewel of the Duke of Normandy, Princess Gianna the Wavekeeper of Gaillard?"

The Château de Gaillard sits at the first bend of the Seine River through Normandy, occupying a treacherous riverside cliff, facing the crescent-shaped calm waters, the solid castle built entirely of stones, almost a sad place for Paris to attack Normandy, and anyone who wants to take the castle through a simple siege has become a soft sand by the river, mocked mercilessly by the rushing river day after day.

This one-man castle was built by Richard, the current Duke of Normandy, over a period of five years, using a large number of prisoners of war and men, and consuming a lot of lives.

The original intention of the building was to dedicate it to his favorite wife, who was born by the river and loved the turquoise waters and quiet elegance of the Seine, for which the castle's wide balcony facing the river was built.

Unfortunately, just a year before the castle was about to be completed, the Duchess died in childbirth, leaving behind a red-haired girl as beautiful and charming as she was, and then closed her eyes forever amid the hysterical screams of pain of Duke Richard.

That girl is the eldest daughter of the Duke of Normandy, Princess Gianna the Storm, the whole duchy is afraid of melting in her mouth, holding the pearl in her hand for fear of falling, according to the ancient tradition of the Vikings, women have the right to inherit a part of the family property, so the castle of Gaillard, dedicated to her mother, became the fief of the princess.

Legend has it that when Princess Gianna was born, the whole of Normandy was shrouded in dense dark clouds, lightning and thunder and heavy rain poured down, and the waves of the sea seemed to hide a roaring dragon, setting off a monstrous wave so that all ships could not leave the port, even the priest's prayers did not help, the duke thought that this was a gift from the god of thunder to inherit the family business, but he did not expect it to be a lovely girl, but the unusual fiery red hair is considered a symbol of God's blessing.

Because of the duke's deep love for her mother and the guilt of not being able to give her a complete family, Gianna has been pampered in every way since she was a child, and her luxurious life of clothes and food to reach out has created her arrogant and domineering princess temper, and she often beats and scolds the people around her, and the servants dare not breathe all day long.

The temper as irritable as the fiery red hair,As you get older, it gradually becomes uncontrollable.,Begin to develop in the direction of violent mania.,In short, in today's words,This little girl is a cruel pervert who hasn't grown all her hair.,I like to throw people I don't like into the pen of raising brown bears.,Look at the desperate appearance of the other party when you can't survive.,Get deformed pleasure from the splash of flesh and blood.。

"Do you know who I am?"

Princess Gianna's unkempt red hair, like a raging flame, with her childish young face, looks even more out of place, completely devoid of the quiet and elegant temperament of German aristocratic girls, I saw that she put her arms like a man, folded in front of her chest, tilted her head and stared at me and Kohler, her little freckled face was full of disgusted expressions, and the corners of her mouth drooped with disdain, as if she was imagining the embarrassment of us being thrown into the bear pen.

"I can't imagine that even a pariah like you can say my name so grandly, God, it's a shame for Normandy!"

(End of chapter)