When I saw Zareth riding on a horse, heroically slashing and playing, a kind of heroic pony-like, long-lost brotherhood hit my heart, since the neighbor's chubby, because I relied on his two glass marbles and no longer bothered me, this is the first time someone has made me feel that I am not alone on the road of life.

"Zareth! My dear brother, I knew you would come to my rescue. I ran up to Zare's horse, grabbed the reins of his horse with a few steps, and said.

Zareth let out a long sigh of relief when he saw that I was not missing arms or legs, his face was covered in blood from the battle just now, but it was all Slav's, and he shrugged his shoulders noncommittally in gratitude to me:

"I don't think you should thank me, if it weren't for the Pope Ni to persuade His Majesty the Emperor to send knights to rescue you, it is estimated that you and your men would have been pierced with meatballs by those barbarians."

"His Majesty the Pope?"

This really surprised me, the Pope did not accompany him on this expedition, but stayed in the Berlin Cathedral to take care of his restoration team, how did he come to the front line at this juncture, this guy is no less smart than a supercomputer, and it is very likely that he came smelling something.

"When did he come?"

"When he first arrived yesterday, when he heard that you had been assigned to lead a thousand infantry to attack the Slavic camp, he actually asked His Majesty the Emperor to send someone to receive you at the dinner table, and even quarreled with His Majesty in front of those big nobles for this.

Zareth jumped off his horse, handed the reins to one of the soldiers beside him, and said to me that many people, including him, were very strange about how much His Majesty the Pope valued me, and did not understand when the courtier, who had just lost the favor of His Majesty the Emperor, got on the big ship of the Pope.

God pity! I have always been respectful of the power-obsessed pope, he is the same as his greedy emperor cousin, he is the kind of person who can sacrifice everything for profit, unfortunately, the pope used his performance in front of everyone to confirm the fact that I am his confidant, and now I just become a tool for the power struggle between the two people, or a pawn who pushes on the Chu River and Han realm, there is no way out, and the front and back are the abyss that makes me die without a place to bury.

"Don't talk about this, I seem to have caught another big guy this time, and I guess I can go back to make a difference."

I pointed to the fat white man who had been abused by us, and said: "Now the Slavs must be leaderless, and we are just taking advantage of the situation to pursue and catch them off guard!" ”

Zareth shook his head and rejected my proposal: "My mission is to get you out, His Majesty the Emperor and His Holiness the Pope are waiting for your return, come with me immediately." ”

After speaking, Zareth asked someone to bring me a horse, and the other knights quickly cleaned up the battlefield, and the corpses that were slanted on the ground were very professionally stripped of their clothes and all the things that could be recycled, and most of them did not even have a fig leaf left, I have to admire that the people of the Middle Ages were really environmentally friendly when they fought wars, and the things that were difficult to degrade naturally were taken away, and the corpses that could be turned into fertilizer were left to moisten the earth, no wonder the forest grew lush, and the cats and dogs were not starved to death.

When I appeared in the big tent, His Majesty the Emperor was holding a grand hunting banquet, which was quite a bit of a tiger prison under the closing, and the princes of the Eighteen Roads of the Kanto region were drunk and dreamed of death.

A few gray-bearded nobles, holding unrestrained fat military prostitutes up and down, with obscene expressions like university professors, and a blind bard sitting at the bottom of a long table, playing a harp and singing, the whole banquet was filled with hypnotic sounds and rough eating, which was incompatible with the bloody battlefield from which I had just fled.

"Your Majesty, I have successfully completed the mission of the night raid, and now I am back with my captives."

I walked through the long banquet table, walked to Emperor Otto's side, bowed deeply, and looked at the young emperor in front of me, who wished I was dead, and said with neither humility nor arrogance.

Then His Majesty's wooden spoon was broken in the plate containing the broth, the sound was sharp and piercing, and the sawdust floating on the steaming soup noodles was very eye-catching, and all the nobles in the audience stopped what they were doing, and looked at me and His Majesty the Emperor with their mouths wide open, as if the picture was frozen, except for the blind bard who was still playing the secret history of the ancient court.

Emperor Otto was silent for a moment, then pushed away the wooden basin in front of him, stared at me intently, and said word by word: "How can you come back?" ”

"I'm afraid it's the Slavs who have let you down, they don't deserve to be the opponents of the great King of Germany, and after a night of hard fighting, we have captured their leader, please let your Majesty go."

I clapped my hands, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and two soldiers escorted the white fat man in, and the sound of the nobles in the big tent pumping cold air was endless, like a second-hand three-wheeler with a blocked exhaust pipe, and the ups and downs were very rhythmic.

"This is the son of the Grand Duke of Poland Mieszko, the weak Miyeszko!"

The old guy Grand Duke Swabia is really well-informed, and he knows all kinds of messy people, and the white fat man has been beaten into a pig's head by me, and he can tell it, he is really unconvinced, and the ginger is still old and spicy!

"Are you sure?"

Emperor Otto finally did not calm down, pushed away the chair and walked to the white fat man kneeling on the ground, trying to find some characteristics that could prove his identity from among his layers of fat, obviously fat meat is the best evidence.

In these years, except for the great nobles, no one can afford to raise a fat body, and in full view of everyone, Emperor Otto may feel that he is too reckless and does not fit the identity of an emperor, so he cleared his throat and walked back to his seat.

"I protest!"

The fat white man who was kneeling on the ground struggled to stand up, but the soldiers around him pressed him back again.

"You have brazenly used the disgraceful sneak attack methods condemned by the Holy Christ, and you have beaten me viciously, I will condemn your sins to His Majesty the Pope, God will not forgive you, go to hell!"

This time it's my turn to be angry, you can speak German with my buddy, pretending to be stupid and fooling me along the way, I almost killed him, I gritted my teeth and glared at him, and the white fat man shrank his neck unnaturally to avoid my gaze.

Emperor Otto pursed his lips, turned his face and looked playfully at the Pope's younger brother who was sitting next to him calmly drinking broth, and raised his eyebrows, as if to say: Oh, scolding me in front of you, can you bear it, brother?

His Majesty elegantly wiped the soup stains on the corners of his mouth with a square towel, and said condescendingly to the white fat man: "I am Pope Gregory V, were you looking for me just now?" ”