This time, I realized that the Third German Reich I had crossed was a dilapidated house with leaks everywhere, and the Emperor was a busy mason, tearing down the east wall and repairing the west wall, maintaining the surface of the house standing, and painstakingly making repairs, large and small.

The people who lived in it did not care about the condition of the house, and still fought with each other, and no one thought to raise their heads to observe the ridge that was about to fall down, the foundation of the house had begun to collapse, and strong winds were blowing in all directions, like a child's building block toy, knocking on the walls of the empire that were not solid, making it crumble.

"I captured the commander of the rebels alive when I captured Vipitano, and he is being held at the door by my men, most likely a great nobleman who is very important in Venice, do you want to let him in now, Your Majesty?"

I asked tentatively, frustrated by the thankless result, and hoping to elevate myself to the Emperor's heart by another merit, though it was likely that there would be no place for me at all.

"Great noble, you have gained a lot, Viscount Randy, you have captured the enemy's command on both battlefields, God really favors you! What surprise will it bring me this time, a frozen dried corpse? ”

Emperor Otto looked at me teasingly: "Come in, there are too many unexpected things today." ”

I was ordered to go to the curtain of the big tent, poke my head out to find the bull standing outside, and asked him to escort the little white face in, probably because of the relationship of waiting in the ice and snow for too long, the little white face's cheeks were a little red, and the stiff expression was like a small paper figure tied in a wreath shop, white face and red face, and the eyes were dull.

His Majesty Otto pointed to the little white face and whispered to the Grand Duke of Swabia: "This man wears the insignia of Venice, and the armor he wears is definitely not something that ordinary nobles can afford, and immediately call the Privy Counsellor of the court, he has been to Venice before, to identify who this person is." ”

The Grand Duke nodded yes, turned his face sideways and arranged for one of his attendants to go out to the palace privy councilor.

"Your Excellency, now that you are a prisoner of His Majesty the Emperor, please rest assured that you will be treated with courtesy worthy of your noble status, please say your name, and we will send an envoy to inform your family to raise money for ransom."

Henry, Grand Duke of Bavaria, walked politely in front of the little white face, and said in a noble manner.

Half of the little white face facing the fire has been frozen, flexibly evoking a contemptuous smile, and the other half of the face is still gloomy and unchanged, like a venomous snake awakening, finishing up and looking forward to the gradual resurrection: "I am the youngest son of Pedro II of the Republic of Venice, Prince Othello. ”

"Venetian?"

His Majesty the Emperor propped his hands on the table and looked at Prince Othello with interest, just as he would at Easter when he watched the performance of the court clowns.

"So the Byzantines financed the rebellion of Cresentius, and the emperor of Constantinople was a crook who went back on his word, and God would never favor those who broke the contract."

"It was only Venice's own actions to free Italy from the rule of the tyrant." The name of the little white face is strange, if I remember correctly, as if the protagonist of Shakespeare's tragedy "Othello" seems to be a black man, what a contrast.

"Venice is just a pug tethered to the Byzantine emperor at the door of Italy to watch over the home, a little henchman who follows in the same steps."

The playful smile on Emperor Otto's face became stronger, and the little white face felt that he had been insulted, and he puffed out his cheeks and gasped, and the bull pinned his arm to the ground, and the emperor shook his head and motioned for the bull to let go of the little white face.

"Do you want to be free? I'm a cheerful person who only likes to talk to smart people, so let's make a deal. ”

Emperor Otto stared at Othello's flushed face, his long thin fingers on the table to beat a neat rhythm, like a speeding stopwatch, counting down the time of the little white face's life: "Think carefully about your answer, Germany is a sword hanging over the head of Venice, and the Byzantines can't reach it." ”

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The Armenian Sea is smooth and smooth like a blue mirror, there is no wind on the sea, the clear sea water is crowded on the narrow side of the battleship, holding the white waves, hugging the battleship and sailing forward, quiet as if floating in the air, people can't help but think of Liu Zongyuan's famous sentence:

The fish in the pool can have a hundred heads, all of which are like empty swimming and have nothing to rely on.

Right! The market at the moment is this feeling of being nowhere to go!

Standing on the battleship of the Venetian Navy and admiring the Armenian Sea, which was later known as a holiday destination, a surging passion for the birth of stratus clouds in my heart spontaneously arose.

How do you describe this feeling? That is, there are some things that are surging in my heart to roll out, and I want to vent, so I have no grace to hold on to the side of the boat and vomit, and unreservedly show the people around me the delicacies of the mountains and seas that were feasted in the banquet hall of the Venice Palace yesterday, and even the starch and seasoning spices hanging on them have not yet had time to be fully digested by my stomach, and the red, green, and white of the demonstration are all stacked together, impacting the fragile senses of others.

I think even the spitting out is much better than their dinner yesterday, at least they can analyze what the ingredients are, rather than every meal looking like vomit and hard to tell.

"Are you alright, sir?"

The bull who serves by his side is always such a wooden question, but it is really difficult for a muscular man like him to say some gentle and heartwarming words, which is like Sister Chi Ling, who is screaming, suddenly exposes her tendons and flesh, and resolutely challenges the limit of human acceptance.

"Luckily, I remember never getting seasick, but this damn wooden battleship is so much less stable than a passenger steamer, and the soles of my feet feel like I've just finished riding a roller coaster, and the world is shaking except for me......"

Taking the towel from the bull, I wiped the corners of my mouth and quickly turned my attention to something else, as a way to share the discomfort of the whole digestive system.

The little white-faced Prince Othello, who could not bear the pressure of Emperor Otto's aggressive, half-seductive and half-threatening, agreed to cooperate with Germany's next military action, as a condition for redeeming himself, and signed his name on the lengthy contract drawn up by the court privy councillor.

So......

So His Majesty the Emperor sent his most powerful backbone-level dog-legged, Viscount Randy, and I came to complete this mission and negotiate matters in a dangerous place, which can be regarded as a punishment for my indiscriminate killing of famous generals in front of the battle.

As the saying goes, those who can work hard!

As the saying goes, only tired horses don't plough bad fields!

I am the old horse with three sets of carts, so tired that I vomit blood and will not exchange for His Majesty's mercy, and in the end I have to sacrifice my youth and children and grandchildren, the fate of hard work,