Adu's delicately trimmed white face was distorted by anger, and the pseudo-king who had just calmed down instantly became an ordinary person.

He stared at me and replied without giving in: "You are insulting a noble royal family, which is tantamount to humiliating the emperor you serve, and the wife of Otto the Great also has the blood of the Carolingian royal family in its veins, and I hope to be treated in accordance with my status, even if I am judged, I have to stand in the emperor's palace in Dresden and be interrogated by His Majesty Henry, instead of being wantonly by a bun of dirt buns*!" ”

I smiled and enjoyed the other party's hysterical rant, which meant that the last of his self-esteem also let himself be trampled under his feet, and the knights around me were stimulated by the last sentence of the bun, gritted their teeth and glared angrily at the sword, and Aduin shrunk his neck slightly, revealing the flaw of timidity in his heart.

"Royalty? My God! Are you kidding? Except for the onion knights who don't know the height of the sky, everyone in the aristocratic circle of the whole Europe takes the gimmick of the last blood of the Carolingian royal family, as a joke after cooking, and the bards are probably singing this funny joke all the way to the Saracen country, Aduin, don't be cool in front of me, you have no chance to turn over, in case you annoy the warriors of Nijmegen, I dare not guarantee that you will not live to receive the divine judgment! ”

I feigned anger and shook the candlestick on the table, and the squire was quick to catch fire, or I almost set fire to the parchment map that lay beside me.

The puppet king was stunned with his mouth open, like a defeated rooster, plucking out his beautiful feathers, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his eyes also fluttered, and his aura was finally in my hands again.

Aduin sat for a long time, waved his arms decadently, and highlighted a few words faintly: "I have something to say to you, Lord Duke, there are things you need to know, and I will exchange it for my dignity." ”

"Very well, I like your attitude, don't people need to be honest with each other?"

Raising his hand to signal the knights to exit the room, everyone left one after another, Rollo wandered at the door uneasily, I glanced at him, and the former covered the door from the outside.

Now there was only me and the puppet king in the room, the candle flame swayed gently with the breeze that penetrated through the cracks in the beams, casting a depressing shadow on Aduin's face, the distance between the two was so close, so close that as long as he moved fast enough, it would be absolutely difficult for me to escape, but I was not worried at all, but calmly sat down next to him, naughtily shaking his head, half of Rollo's face looming behind the door, and he was engrossed in observing our every move.

"Tell me what I know and what I don't know, and if there's a little bit to hide, I don't mind prying your mouth open with this iron lump." I rubbed the rough texture of the candlestick and said viciously.

"I'm afraid I'll say it all, and you'll regret prying this mouth open."

Aduin's angry voice became smaller and smaller, as if he wanted to play some tricks, and he really didn't know what to do: "You don't need to rush to Milan, if you are not mistaken, the knights of Duke Richard have taken over the whole city, and at this moment the knights of Normandy may be partying with the bewitching dancers." ”

"Duke Richard? His army was still in Calabria ten days ago, and your skill in sowing discord is really poor, be careful, my patience is running out. ”

"You believe in your allies like that? What is the agreement between you? Engagement? An unswerving testimony to death? You should know better than I do about the friendship and deceit between the nobles, and you have been betrayed! Lord Duke, Nijmegen is in danger, and to answer my previous question, how long has it been since you heard from Nijmegen? ”

Aduin's hoarse voice resembles that of a Jewish witch hiding in the depths of a nomadic tent to cheat money, constantly telling unwarranted hexagrams in a questioning tone, easily distracting your attention.

I was silent, answering the question at this time was equal to his rhythm, acquiescing to the truth of what he was expounding, which was tantamount to giving Aduin a bargaining chip, and I was like a Buddha statue about to be demolished, grumbling but unable to complain to the worker wielding the hammer.

The puppet king seemed to see through my complicated heart under the mask of forced calmness, and asked step by step: "Why don't you squeak, am I all right?" The envoy of the King of France, Robert, came by boat half a month ago to negotiate, guess where we met? Genoa! The territory of the Normans is in the hands of the Duke of Richard! ”

"The envoy's offer is hard to refuse, and he has met His Holiness the Pope first, do you want to know what we have talked about? It's very simple, you and I can also make a deal, I exchange information for equivalent feedback, you don't have to rush to agree or refuse, you don't have to promise to let me go, think about it, time is enough for me. After saying a lot of threatening hints, Aduin hugged his shoulders easily, waiting for the result he wanted.

To be honest, I was indeed stunned by the storm of information, and trust and betrayal swirled at a rapid pace, making people dizzy and unable to make decisions.

If what Aduin said is true, it happens to be closely interlocked with every detail, but I still don't want to believe the fact that I was betrayed, there is a strong enemy in front of the obstacle and a dangerous road, and the nest is facing the crisis of collapse, once the news spreads, not only the army's morale is unstable, whether it can survive or not is a problem, the most important thing is that the safety of his wife and children in Nijmegen is unpredictable!

"You're not qualified to negotiate terms with me, and even if you do, you won't be able to get decent chips."

I coldly rejected Adouin's proposal, and watched as his face suddenly fell from a calm and calm to the bottom of the terror, and lost his blood in an instant.

"Enjoy a life of luxury, and when you arrive in Dresden, your beautiful neck will have to be covered with a rough noose, and hanging will be a more decent way to die."

I was ruthlessly deprived of the hope of living, and the grace and good cultivation of the nobles of Aduin were lost at this moment, and he grabbed my arm and cried out hoarsely:

"They are going to deal with you, Lord Duke, please give me a chance, I still have a few informants in Rome, they can help you seize the Holy City, as long as you raise your hand and let me live, everything will be yours, Your Lordship......"

Before he finished speaking, Rollo, who rushed in the door, dragged him away, and no matter how much he struggled, it was to no avail.

"I hate the threat of being pointed at, I can't blame you if I didn't understand before, but I'm sorry I'm a stingy person, you only have one chance."

I stretched out my finger and tapped it lightly on his forehead: "Goodbye, Your Majesty......"

At night, the thick aurora brocade that covers the world in the hands of a witch, not only can I not see the five fingers black, but also the damp and haze is very depressing, I rode on the back of the horse layer by layer to break through the fog barrier, the whole person was wet from head to toe, and I couldn't tell whether it was sweat or dew dripping from my forehead.

"How far is it from the city of Milan now?"

The violent jolting tore the voice into fine breakpoints, the electronic sound like an old radio was hoarse, and beads of sweat slid down my face.

The guide who rode the horse with a knight was a dull-skinned Latin, with the dark hair common in the Mediterranean, and the rebels who had taken refuge in the puppet king Aduin with the ideal of getting ahead, but God ignored his prayers day and night, and let him be wounded and captured in yesterday's battle, if it were not for his native birth, I am afraid that he would have become an air-dried wax figure worn on the tip of a spear.

In order to deter the fleeing and would-be rebels and to set an example, and above all to save rations and avoid the trouble of guarding, the poor prisoners of war were all slaughtered, their heads with painful expressions planted in turn into spears in the open space of the lake, and silently sobbing and sentimental in the face of the high tide of Lake Como, telling certain confusion and secrets that were not humane.

The guide hugged the knight tightly, in fact, in order to prevent him from escaping, more for fear that he would fall off his horse, the knight tied the two men together with a rope, and he could not move.

"If all goes well, we will be able to see the cross on the spire of the cathedral before dawn."

The guide tried to make his words clear, but he kept hitting the knight's back, and the cold chain mail hurt him.

"It's time for rain in a moment, my lord, this mossy path is going to get slippery, and trust me, it's definitely the closest way to go!"

Through the mist, he was still keenly aware of the change in my facial expression, and immediately defended himself in fright.

"Don't talk so much nonsense, be careful of picking your tongue!"

I said viciously, the cold and mud of the early morning made me restless, and I wanted to play tricks on people to vent, and the cowardly and helpless guide naturally became the object of pity.

"If the cross in the church of Milan is not visible at dawn, I promise God that I will pull out your tongue. And then kill you little by little, it is definitely worse than those traitors who pick on the tip of a spear! ”

The black-haired native shrunk his neck, his face seemed to be even yellower, and I sneered and refocused on control, untying the belt of the hooded chain mail that was so stuffy that I couldn't breathe, and breathing in the cool air, the crisp breath combed the throat straight into the alveoli, and the whole person instantly woke up.

The end of the sky is shallow with a faint light, like the fluorescence revealed by the display screen in the middle of the night, weird and reminiscent, but the black curtain pressed down like a pot lid is like a giant palm controlled by the devil, so powerful and desperate, no wonder the ancients always described the sky as round.

The unfathomable gods dwell above the vault overhead, and when you are truly confronted with the great and irresistible power of nature, the human beings, who are always shouting that man will conquer the sky, seem so ignorant and insignificant, like a monkey who does not know the height of the sky, raising his red ass in vain and not knowing awe.

I hurriedly wiped my face and rubbed my greasy hands on the mane of my warhorse, and the beast snorted in displeasure and spewed out a large cloud of white gas to protest against the ungraceful behavior of his master.

The knight leading the way turned the stream and disappeared into the misty forest, and gradually even the sound of the horses' hooves could no longer be heard, and Rollo felt that the situation was unusual, and a short whistle immediately stopped the march of the troops.

"Rollo, what's the situation?"

I rushed to the front of the line on horseback and asked in a loud tone.

Rollo didn't seem to notice my displeasure, he was just doing his duty, so he scanned the dark jungle around him with his eyebrows twisted to make sure that there was not even the slightest suspicious movement, and then turned around and replied: "Something seems wrong, my lord, our leading knight is gone." ”

"Gone? Are you kidding! A big living person disappeared in front of everyone's eyes? Send a ranger to find it immediately, and don't delay your journey. ”

I thought for a moment and added: "Go with more men, and at the same time inform the large army behind to speed up the march and catch up with us as much as possible." ”

"What about us?" Rollo asked.

"Stay in place!"

I rolled my eyes in displeasure: "It seems that I can't get to Milan before dawn, so it's better to be cautious." ”

Several knights took the order, and soon disappeared into the boundless darkness, and the sound of Dada's horses' hooves could be heard in the distance, which made people feel somewhat reassured, but when you cast your eyes on the deep darkness, and the bottom of your heart was empty, the rest of the people got down from the horses, holding the reins to connect the horses end to end in a circle, and they were engrossed in vigilance, and occasionally there were unknown small insects chirping, which made everyone nervous.

Time passed quietly, it crept past us, but accidentally left evidence of its arrival, happily pushing the canopy of heaven and slowly opening, more and more light gushing out along the cracks, and even the end of the horizon began to be dyed orange, and the dawn finally broke through the resistance and came.

"Why haven't they come back yet?" I paced anxiously in place, looking at the woods that were becoming clearer, "This should be the ...... even if I go to Rome."

Luo coughed embarrassedly twice, in fact, he was more irritable than me but couldn't show it, so he had to smile and comfort: "Or...... Shall I send some more men to find it? He asked vaguely, his eyes flashing to reveal his truest thoughts—he was equally worried about something going wrong.

The waiting process is always very long, but when the result is really heavy from the sky, people often choose to escape, because the result of waiting for it ferments into bad news, which is enough to wear down the perseverance and confidence of the strongest people. The silence of a moment before sunrise can really make a cruel person put down his butcher's knife, and it can also make a small sound travel far away, Luca with the tip of his ear keenly judged the direction of the hoof sound, and everyone's attention was drawn to that side, what would be the one who was about to burrow out of the jungle and present it to us, an enemy or a friend? Everyone clenched their weapons and assumed defensive postures.

The visitor was absentmindedly steering his horse, and although it seemed to be as easy as a leisurely stroll, his nimble movement to dodge the branches was a sign of skill, and if it had not been trained on horseback for a long time, it would have only shown that Ixion had been generous. He was dressed in a well-dressed short chain mail, which was more suitable for fighting without restraining his torso, and the vital parts were covered with cast-iron plate armor, and two beautiful white feathers hung down on either side of his shoulders in an exotic style, and he jumped lightly in the wind—the sword of the Nijmegen warrior was held even tighter, for it was a Norman knight!

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