Vibius surprised me with my cheerfulness, slightly raised eyebrows but fleetingly, his face always hung with a well-crafted reserve and seriousness, neither humble nor arrogant and generous, I summarized it in eight words, except for his impatient character, Vibius is simply a perfect diplomat, but unfortunately character often determines success or failure.

"Italy belongs to the Romans, it always has been, and Rome is the pulse that always beats on the tip of our hearts, and without Rome Rome is not Rome."

I almost wrapped myself in the tongue twisters as I listened to his tongue twisters, and it was hard to figure out the core idea he was trying to express.

"No, Rome is the brightest jewel in the crown of the empire, I can't give in to this matter no matter what, you are forcing me to go to the precipice!"

I shook my fist to strengthen my tone: "Aren't you looking for common ground?" Are you sure you're not finding fault? Don't forget, the Emperor is the successor to the Western Empire crowned by the Pope, and the patron saint of Christianity, as your Emperor has recognized, we are also Rome, and we need Rome more. ”

"Don't get too excited, think about your situation before you are angry, anger is a deception of the devil*, it will only lead the pure lamb into hell from which there will be no return."

Vibius smiled slyly again, like an old fox with eyebrows and eyes, and his shiny head became more and more dazzling.

"If I agree to your terms, Commander, then I will really drink the devil's ** medicine and fall into hell!"

Somewhat amused, I replied, "I don't understand why you have to cooperate with me, or what qualifications do I have to cooperate with you and the emperor behind you?" ”

I touched the corners of my slightly dry mouth, and before he could speak, I continued: "Let me guess what made you merciful and not crush me so easily, did you just say that?" Don't fool God's will, I'm not a three-year-old. ”

The green tendons on Vibius's forehead jumped obviously, and this small change of mood was immediately accurately caught in my eyes, and he said coldly: "You have made me feel impatient, Lord Duke. ”

"Wait, I'm almost close to the answer, and then you have time to be impatient, let me think about it, and you said you should think about it carefully, didn't you?"

I waved my hand to interrupt him, still thinking to myself, "Ah, I see...... Almost fooled, cunning Romans, you don't have so many troops, please forgive me for not using honorifics, because it would make each other friends, you don't have that many troops, Romans, so you need a collaborator, a partner who can help you achieve your goals, who revealed the secrets of His Majesty the Pope to you? ”

"Don't speculate on secrets you don't know, especially before the two sides become friends, it's dangerous."

Vibius tapped the sword at his waist and gave me a look that was too meaningful: "Didn't you ask your scout?" They have seen with their own eyes the neat appearance of the Roman soldiers, some things cannot be faked, Lord Duke, strength is strength, unfortunately, your guess is not true. ”

"Your sword looks good, made in Constantinople? What is it used for? Valuable Damascus steel? I looked to the left and right as he pointed to the long sword that Vibius had hung from his waist, in a scabbard beautifully encrusted with broken gems and patterns, more like a fine work of art than a weapon of murder.

"My sword?"

Vibius grasped the hilt of his sword inexplicably: "I'm afraid it's inappropriate to say this now, Lord Duke. ”

"Look at my sword."

I untied the noose of the longsword and laid it diagonally over my shoulder, the blood-drinking object of the Leonar* man, made from Venice with great expense, its simple and unadorned cross gauntlet, dull from the long grip, but those who have seen the power know how sharp the sword is hidden in the sheath of cooked cowhide, but sadly, these people have sacrificed their blood to the sword spirit.

"Authentic Venetian steel, costing a full two hundred gold coins, yes, you Romans Kinsorid, the hard fellow of the world, this sword was melted by the best swordsmith in all of Italy, and it took eight days to go back and forth, and it is said that even the crucible of molten iron was burned at that time."

"I don't understand what you mean."

Vibius withdrew his gaze from the sword I had described, and said solemnly, "God, can you please speak up?" ”

"Straight to the point? Oh, and of course, I don't like beating around the bush either. ”

I slammed the sword half-out of its sheath, and the blade of the sword with a faint steel pattern exuded a chilling murderous aura, which was the complaint and cry of countless souls under the sword, and I glanced at the holy armored cavalry who rushed over to escort me because I thought it was in danger, and a cynical smile bloomed.

"Why don't we fight? Look at which is more powerful, the Italian sword or the Constantinople sword, and don't forget, both are Rome. ”

"You're threatening me? Are you threatening the commander of a Roman legion? ”

Vibius's face was distorted by anger, like a leaky basketball liner, and the tip of his nose slightly hooked down trembled with the rhythm of his body, like Gargamel, who was played bad by the Smurfs in a movie.

"I give you respect worthy of your status, but in exchange for frivolity and mockery, this is a shame that no nobleman can tolerate!"

I stared silently at his furious performance, admiring the acting skills of this Roman, it seemed that he was not as simple as he had been at the beginning, no wonder he had risen to the high position of commander of the legion.

I maintained a rigid seriousness on the surface, but on the inside, I danced happily.

"Come and fight me, Roman, draw your sword to prove my guess wrong? Did I get fooled? ”

The angry Vibius is shrouded in a powerful mysterious aura, and the fierce murderous aura that can be clearly felt does not only rely on his perfect acting skills, if he has not really seen the battlefield of gunfire and the bloody rain of life and death, it is impossible for a person to be so strong.

A commander with a brain will be a difficult enemy to deal with, I say to myself, both civil and military, but unfortunately lack the patience of a politician.

"Don't repeatedly challenge the bottom line of my patience, Lord Duke, the Roman army can tear you apart like breaking a piece of dry bread, understand?" The Romans' heads were covered with fine beads of sweat, which swayed in the sunlight and revealed the colors of the rainbow.

The angry bald guy is really a rare spectacle, my heart has exploded with joy, but the expression must also remain rigid like playing cards, the eyebrows are raised, the corners of the mouth are down, and the mean triangular eyes are simply annoying, I guessed my expression at the moment, and made an accurate definition.

The Romans were really mad, and I even suspected that he would draw his long sword without hesitation in the next second, and chop the underbeaten Frank in front of him into pulp.

Of course I believe he has the strength and ability to hold on, baldhead? I learned from the famous speculator Feng Badger in history, knocked the long sword with my fingers, and almost shouted that the long sword was back! Eat no fish to shape your own flowing style.

The two sides of the tension have stretched their nerves into a leather case that will be broken at the touch of a button, as long as any tiny signal can make the knights on both sides present fight to the death, and the crisp metal echo of the long sword is extremely clear, as if the countdown before death comes.

"Tick, tick, tick, tick......"

"Franks, you are too much of a deceit!"

Vibius burst into a rage, grabbing me rudely by the back of the neck and pulling it in front of him, the knights on both sides drew their weapons, and seeing that a fight was inevitable, I waved my hand to signal the squires to be calm, and raised my head to meet the Roman commander who was about to fire in his eyes.

"I said we could use honorifics for each other, but I didn't say we could call each other that, that's not the bare minimum rules, Commander."

I smirked and spewed a foul breath at Vibius, who couldn't hide from being so close anyway: "I don't like the name Franks, just like you don't like other people called Greeks, and don't forget that we're Romans too!" ”

He unconditionally accepted the stench I spewed, lowered his voice and gritted his teeth: "If you don't leave me steps, how can I step down in front of everyone?" ”

"Can you get off the stage if you hold me?"

I also lowered my voice and replied, "Sometimes you don't need someone else to take the steps, you can find them yourself, Commander." ”

Vibius pursed the corners of his mouth: "I don't have time to play games with you, think about how to resolve this embarrassing scene, we can't stay like this all the time!" ”

"If you knew this was the case, why bother in the first place!" I felt the other person's nerves twitching slightly through my forehead, and smiled wickedly.

"Hurry up!" He whispered and urged.

"God, please forgive us for not restraining each other, this behavior is not the work of the nobles."

I shoved Vibius away, scrambling the cross on my chest as I looked reverently at the sky, though there was nothing but a dazzling light.

"Impulsiveness is the devil's demagoguery, Amen!"

He prayed in the Roman way, and the soldiers on both sides could not understand how the two men who had just confronted each other suddenly played with faith, but had to follow their masters and lay down their arms.

"Let's talk like true nobles, Lord Duke." He held out his palm in a friendly manner, the calloused hand holding the sword that had been stranglehold on to me a few seconds earlier.

I nodded approvingly, pointing to a shade not far away: "Why don't you go over there?" Take off your armor, untie the reins, and grab some good wine and food, and talk like an old friend. ”

I paused and patted him on the shoulder: "This is the brotherhood of Christ, what do you say?" ”

"I can't agree anymore."

Vibius replied with a grin, the two of them hooked their shoulders familiarly, as they had been when they had almost fought a moment ago, and although the knights on both sides could not adapt to the change of rhythm for a while, the master's order could not be disobeyed, and a few horsemen on each side had already gone to the shade of the tree to arrange.

Wine, jerky, the shadows of the trees and the cool breeze are beautiful from every angle, like a picture from an idol drama, I took off the chain mail that seemed to absorb the sweat getting heavier and heavier, and my whole chest finally relaxed and embraced the fresh air.

Even though Vibius had removed the long armor and the second layer of chain mail, the inside of his white-washed shirt still showed the dense eyelets of the intimate chain mail, and I winked at him, and then nodded my collar and laughed:

"You're pretty unrealistic, Commander, and all I have left is flesh and skin."

"I'm sorry, this layer of inner armor has to be taken off, I'm afraid we really have to be honest with each other." The Romans touched their bare foreheads and squeezed out a rather lame joke.

"Shouldn't friends be honest with each other?"

I helped him complete the lame joke: "If you don't threaten the army that can tear me apart in that minute, we'll strip naked and sit in the pool to be more honest, who knows?" ”

"Huh."

Vibius smiled dryly, a glass of rancid mead that made him frown: "This taste is far from your wit." ”

"In extraordinary times, you can't tie the whole castle to a horse and walk around."

I swallowed the whole glass of mead nonchalantly: "This is the difference between us, the difference between the two Romans, you see, as long as you sit down and talk calmly, how harmonious the scene will be?" ”

He glanced at the attendants who had walked away from the guards after finishing the food, and finally approached with reassurance and said: "We don't want much, Lord Duke, now that you have become a pot of porridge, you have completely lost control of Rome, and if it were not for the sudden fall of Nijmegen from the sky, the haze would continue to cover the Apennine sky." ”

"After the defeat of His Majesty the Pope, there is no absolute authority on the peninsula that can balance the forces of all sides, we, the Saracens, the Normans, the many nobles of the city-states, and the Roman families with their own evil intentions...... It is ridiculous and helpless that no one can put an end to this chaos, but everyone wants to control the progress of the situation on their own, and yes, it is a wonderful balancing balance. ”

I was so busy stuffing hard jerky into my mouth that I didn't pay attention to his rambling clichés, and if there was anything important he would say directly, and the detours were nothing more than an attempt to arouse my interest, with a view to finally leading the whole conversation, and I was not the child who liked to listen to fascinating fairy tales.

I'm really tired of listening to so much nonsense, I secretly rolled my eyes, ://bqg3