After listening to his story, I was silent for a long time, yes, what should I say? How can the ethnic and religious contradictions over the past thousands of years be resolved in three or two sentences, and what qualifications do I have to argue about right and wrong? Does civilization have to triumph over barbarism? Between Christians and pagans, who is barbaric and who is civilized?

I fought a cold war, I didn't dare to continue pondering, how many sages and wise people in history have not thought about the answer to the question, why bother?

I pondered and said, "It is the law that all those who defend the right of liberty are worthy of respect, and the people of God or the followers of pagan gods, the murderers will never recover, and the merciful and peaceful will live in life, and there is only one thought, right or wrong." ”

"Right or wrong, that's all there is to it?"

Baruch's eyes widened, and he repeated what I had just said: "I can at last be sure that you are a noble and sensible gentleman, one of the few elites of Christendom, and allow me to express my sincere admiration and respect to you with this glass of wine!" ”

He held the intricately patterned gilt wine glass in both hands, lowered it slightly and clinked glasses with me: "May I use plain language with you, friend?" ”

"That's my pleasure, friend."

I threw my neck up and drank all the wine in my cup, and I mingled with these bold pagans, and the fact that we were friends with each other almost marked your approval and all his connections, and that you would be able to act easily and unhindered in the future, could I not be secretly happy?

"Rest assured, you will arrive in Genoa safely, my friend."

The smile of the Jewish merchant became warmer, full of trust and appreciation, and I even wondered if I had become a noble and elegant person myself when I had fellowship with a gentleman with a lot of money.

Wine is a confidant, and a thousand glasses are not poured.

Words are not speculative, half a sentence is too much.

The next journey, I and Barouhe Tiannanhaibei spoke freely, although the knowledge is far inferior to him, fortunately, I have more than a thousand years of knowledge accumulation, talk and insight often out of the side door but whip in, very much to the other party is amazed, impressive, a few times you come and go, the deeper the friendship, gradually heart to heart, become a year-old friend.

The wheels are rolling forward, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse outside the window, and the bright silver mangs are falling, decorating the elegant and quiet exotic three watches.

By the jolting and swaying of the carriage and the drunkenness of the wine, Baruch had already fallen asleep, and lay on the lap of the fair maid with his clothes, and snored inaudibly, and before going to bed I politely refused the beautiful lady who was sleeping in the bed, and was alone in a ball wrapped in an expensive cotton gauze quilt, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

In the dead of night, I struggled countless times to wake up from Serena's charred corpse and little Martin's desperate crying, cold tears staining my clothes, and my heart ached beyond measure.

In fact, there is always a trace of doubt in my heart, yes, doubt, I vaguely feel that something is wrong, but I can't say what is wrong, the deeper I talk with Baruch, the stronger this feeling becomes, this personable middle-aged uncle in front of me, his smile and gestures are not just as simple as a businessman chasing interests!

"Hiss......"

The screams of the horses pierced the silence of the night like sharp daggers, and then the roar of feathered arrows was heard, and the guards of the caravan shouted to organize a counterattack, and Baruch awoke to the screams of the maids, while the door of the carriage was pushed open from the outside, and Musha's back shield covered his body, panting to report to his master:

"Master, we are ambushed, and the number of enemies is unknown!"

"Don't panic!"

The Jewish merchant sat up calmly, and managed to tidy up his clothes.

"The samurai of Córdoba are definitely more than enough to deal with a gang of bandits, so let's not mess with ourselves."

He ripped off the robes that stood in the way, revealing the fine armor he was wearing inside.

"Mushal, fetch my bow!"

After speaking, his eyes fell on me, who was holding his head and pouting and wanted to hide in the crack of the board, and suddenly burst out laughing: "Friend Frank, why are you so flustered?" Why, don't you have faith in my samurai? ”

"Those who cherish life are in awe of death, yin and yang, how can they not be afraid?" I tried to keep my voice as calm as possible, and casually prevaricated two nonsense sentences.

"Haha, dare to say and dare to be a real husband, far from being comparable to those who sell their fame and reputation."

Baruch smiled and nodded in satisfaction, just as Musha's bow and arrow arrived, he grabbed it, and kicked the window in a dashing manner, and the arrow was aimed at the winding in an instant.

"Come on, let's see how I shoot!"

"Ahh

The bandit in the darkness fell to the ground in response, and the thrill of killing stimulated the life and death arbiter even more excitedly, and his hand sped up.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Barouch sounded the arrows, the bullets were not missing, a pot of arrows was at the bottom in the blink of an eye, he held his head high proudly, the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he was provocatively asking: "What?" ”

The battle ended sooner than expected, and as Baruch shot his last arrow, the shouting outside the car came to an abrupt halt, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, mixed with the drenched dirt and the aura of the night jungle, which was indescribably strange.

Baruch hugged the frightened maid and gently comforted her, whispered close to the other party's ear, and helped her wipe away the wet tears on her face, and the murderous heroic posture just now was like two people, warm, golden, tender like water, as well as the terrible masculinity and vague exoticism, any woman in the world will lose her resistance in the face of such a full-size and full-money man.

"Sir!"

Mushar appeared in the doorway, standing with his hands tied, apparently having figured out the circumstances of the attacker.

"Speak!"

The Jewish merchant took the maid into his arms, and his movements were gentle as if he were tending to some priceless fragile object, but his eyes were blazing as he stared at the servant.

"All 50 attackers died, and the seriously injured also chewed up the poison that had been hidden in their mouths for a long time and committed suicide, and none of them survived, so we didn't get a confession, and our subordinates were incompetent!"

Mushar reproached himself and knelt down to apologize, his brows tightly locked: "But I asked people to carefully examine the corpse and find some clues." ”

He paused at this point, looked up and carefully observed his master's eyes, not knowing whether to continue or not.

"Tell me all the clues you find."

"Yes, sir."

Mushar swallowed nervously and foamed, and quickly glanced at me before he spoke: "The enemy is well-armed, everyone is wearing chain mail, they have ambushed many archers on both sides of the road, first use the broken wood to force the stop, and then concentrate on shooting at our horses pulling the cart to cause chaos, and then put troops into close combat, the whole process is planned and organized, and we are very caught off guard. ”

He knelt for a long time, his body was still straight and did not move: "It was dark and the road was dangerous and I couldn't see the enemy clearly, the guards did suffer a little loss at first, but fortunately, the opponent's shooting did not last too long, and our samurai did not fall behind in close combat, and slowly recovered the decline, and finally killed all the enemies." ”

"What about the doubts?" Baruch interrupted without waiting for him to finish.

"One of the reasons why we annihilated the enemy was annihilated by the archers in charge of suppressing the fire, who did not slip away when the situation was clearly unfavorable, and instead joined the warband, as if they were attacking with the belief that they would die, and it seemed that the other side was trying to get rid of someone at any cost."

His eyes lingered on me for a moment: "This kind of unhesitating charge of the dead is not like what a life-loving alien can do. ”

How shrewd the Jewish merchant was, and he certainly knew what Mushar was saying in a few meaningful roundabouts.

"Dead Charge? Hehe, it reminds me of when I was in Baghdad. ”

Baruch spoke in a soft voice, for fear of waking up the sleeping maid in his arms, a brave warrior, a shrewd merchant, a gentleman, which identity was the real him.

"Wait, you said the enemy shot all our horses?"

"I'm afraid so, sir."

Mushar bowed his head in a conscious sense of dereliction of duty, and replied hesitantly: "Most of them are seriously injured, and they can hardly stand up and pull the cart anymore." ”

"Fate likes to play frustrating and desperate jokes."

Barouch gave the maid a watery kiss on the forehead, and the latter snorted twice in confusion, and drilled into his arms tighter: "Then tell me, what should I do next?" Do you want me to go to Genoa on two legs? ”

"There is a castle beyond the two hills, and the lord there must keep horses, and I have sent a few squires who speak good Latin with the money to see if I can buy two horses, if the other party does not agree......"

Mushar licked his lips that were dry from fear, and this reverence for his master was ingrained in his heart, making him a complete obedient puppet.

"It's really not good, I specially ordered them to collect a few oxen, after all, they can also pull the cart......"

Baruch didn't say anything, tilted his head to make sure that the concubine in his arms was asleep, and then carefully put her on the soft couch beside him.

"Ride on an ox cart? We have guests here, and the ox cart is a bit too unconventional. ”

The wails of dying horses sounded outside the car, and the driver must have used special means to end the suffering of these creatures.

"Gather the warriors and horses who died in battle and burn them, we must take the ashes home, and we must not throw them in a pagan land with no relatives, remember, recite a scripture before raising the fire, and I will explain everything to His Majesty the Caliph."

He stepped on the beam of the car and stood with his hands in his hands, and suddenly jumped out at me: "My men have to clean up, let's go for a walk outside?" ”

Since the birth of mankind, why has there always been a fear of the night engraved in the bones? Because it drives away the sun and takes away the light, bringing bottomless darkness and danger, a so-called brave person may not be afraid of the struggle of the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, but he is afraid of the dark unknown.

"It's a beautiful night, the stars are shining, the sky is clear, what do you say?"

Wrapped in a floor-length robe, Baruch poetically exclaimed: "I have been to so many places, but I still think that Italy has the most beautiful starry sky, and even in my hometown, I can't enjoy such a breathtaking scenery." ”

"The beauty of the night, not only lies in the starry sky, but contains the mind of mystery and unknown, human beings are afraid of danger, but like excitement, a lifetime of desperate death and fate can not pass, actually practice themselves as a victory to challenge fate, it is ridiculous to think." I looked into the distance and said something like this without a head.

Baruch stared at me meaningfully, making me uncomfortable.

"Friend, you are a strange person, I pride myself on reading countless people, but I still can't understand your impregnable heart."

He stood closer, and the distance made me feel more uncomfortable: "You self-righteous cunning Franks, how many secrets are hidden. ”

"Fly high, fly low, grow and grow, how many little secrets ......"

This castle cook often sings nursery rhymes, isn't it a portrayal of my tangled life?

Oh, yes! How many secrets am I hiding?

A bitter traverser? An ambitious novice? A prodigal son whose family is ruined? A prestigious duke?

Which is true and which is false? No one knows, not even myself, and they won't know.

"Living in this thorny world, lies are an indispensable talisman, what do you say?"

The two of them looked at each other with a smile, their eyes were like torches, in fact, I was very empty in my heart, and the spiritual defense line had already collapsed.

By pretending to be a fool, I have deceived quite a few people who are considered to be wise, His Majesty Otto, Pope Gregory, Grand Duke Mieszko, the Old Duke of Swabia, Bishop Chuzara, etc., and I hope it will work this time.

"The two hedgehogs, which had lost their spikes, were able to get close to each other, but they also gave the eagle a chance to hunt them."

The Jewish merchant turned his back to the wilderness and leisurely spat out this unknown proverb: "It's a little cold now, let's go back, rest assured, tonight's accident will not delay the trip, my men will solve all problems properly, besides, the ship waits for no one, I don't want to blow the sea breeze in the port of Genoa for a few more months, the Normans in the city are quite unfriendly." ”

When they returned to the convoy, the servants had already set up the extravagant tent, there was no trace of a fight on the ground, the tent was covered with a thick cashmere carpet, the rich smell of incense drove away the faint blood, and the bonfire in the middle of the tent created a trance-like atmosphere, and the graceful maids knelt down on the stalls and saluted respectfully, and everything in front of them instantly washed away all unhappiness.

"Looks like we're going to have to spend the night here tonight."

Barouch opened his arms and asked the two maids to help him untie his clothes, and the others poured good wine intimately: "Don't stand stupidly, hurry up and bake the fire, tomorrow's dawn is still very early, wine and beauty, chat to relieve boredom." ”

The two maids immediately served me to change my clothes, and their sexy and beautiful bodies loomed under the tulle, but any man with a normal orientation would probably not be able to hold it.

I secretly swallowed and foamed, pretending to be thirsty, and poured wine in the hope of extinguishing the raging fire.

The shrewd Jewish merchant took my performance in sight, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't tell whether it was mockery or surprise: "I have seen many prodigal sons who love money like life, and a saint like you who is not in a mess has really only heard of it in the scriptures of the sages, friend, life is too short to be happy." ”

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may? Even dogs know to find a sun-kissed place to rest in the afternoon, not to mention that I am a big living person with seven emotions and six desires?

I stared at the smooth skin of the beautiful woman, staring at her enjoyment, and my eyes gradually blurred......

Spirit and flesh, man and woman,

The demand is criss-crossed, like a swamp with toxic bubbles, which can swallow anything that accidentally falls into, carelessly? Hehe, when the hope is greater than the danger, it is a deliberate desire to refuse and welcome.

Abyss! The abyss that can't be explored!

The black and shiny hair, the blown-up face, the exotic eyebrows, the plump lips, down, down, the shoulders that are like fat jade, and the reason stands alone at the crossroads, watching me go farther and deeper, I even laugh proudly, and get a dripping heartiness through my fingertips.

Serena's charred face, crystal clear tears churning the ashes and flesh poured out, and the silent cry reached the end of the soul of the reins.

"Ahh

I looked at the beautiful woman who was pushed away and the half-untied dress, and Baruch who was curious to look this way, he nodded, raised his glass and said, "Respect the saint!" ”

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