As soon as she finished speaking, several guards around her rushed out with their sleeves rolled up, and they were about to step forward to grab us, and shout at us to get rid of a group of obedient dogs.

This is very angry Kohler, who has always had a good temper, but he didn't say a word, and others only heard the wind but couldn't see the movement clearly, and instantly launched more than a dozen feather arrows, firmly nailing several people on the other side to the ground, and shooting directly through the cowhide boots on the dog's legs, so shocked that they screamed again and again.

"How arrogant you are to dare to use a weapon in front of the princess! Let me educate you on how to treat a noble lady, a Germanic savage. ”

A Norman warrior with a big waist and a round waist opened his eyes angrily, turned over and jumped off the horse, carrying the Gangfeng like a demon who kills people without blinking, I clearly saw the relieved expression of his war horse, and the earth trembled slightly the moment it landed, which showed that the comer was not good.

"For God's sake, this is a misunderstanding, we have no intention of offending, Her Royal Highness the Princess can pass first, no problem."

I quickly calculated the balance of strength between the enemy and us, and immediately decided that the hero would not suffer the loss in front of him for the time being, just this big man in front of him, it was enough to fit two pairs and Kohler, and there were so many dogs on the side, if we were hard, we would not be able to take advantage of it at all, anyway, we already knew the identity of the other party, the Normans could not run the monk and could not run the temple, and then calculate them fiercely when they found an opportunity, and it was not too late for the so-called gentleman to take revenge for ten years.

"Hehe......"

The red-haired villain with the stars holding the moon let out a sneer that was extremely inappropriate for her age, like an old witch hiding in a dark and damp wooden house in a fairy tale, tinkering with flowers and green poison with pus-filled faces, and the stabbing man had a chill down her spine, and many of the onlookers of Rome were so frightened that they fled, and even more fueled the arrogance of the child.

"It's a little too late to know that you're a fish on a chopping board when you see a steel knife, right? Lovely Reuben is still hungry, this princess must feed you to the bear today! ”

"Little King Eight Lambs!"

Looking at the little girl in front of me who should be innocent and cute in terms of age, she is so bloodthirsty and annoying, I curse the tiger and wolf society at the same time, I feel like a boiling kettle on the stove, and there is a danger of boiling water splashing at any time, but the reality of the other party is overwhelming, I gradually calm down, and I have to consider taking a compromise approach.

Although she has already thought of 10,000 kinds of yin her father's immoral ideas, she has to get all the money back.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, I am Randy Adrian Hoffman, Earl of Nijmegen, because I was injured in the previous battle, I was arranged to rest in the baggage carriage, so I did not participate in the entrance ceremony, and I have not entered the city until now, if it is because of my friction, I hope to forgive me if I hinder Her Royal Highness the Princess from enjoying Yaxing in the Holy City."

Small, I may not be able to speak to your father so politely, if I am not afraid of suffering a loss, how can I say this part, according to the consistent practice of the nobles in this era, I should have lifted the table and smashed the bench, I can endure until now that your character is bursting, and those who have the eyesight and price can quickly turn big things into small things, so as to save what big disasters will happen, and it will be difficult to say who will tear your face and suffer losses, I don't guarantee that your father will not spank your ass when he comes home at night!

The red-haired imp rolled her eyes and almost showed all her disdain in her face, and the way she was beaten made me want to press her into a basin and drown.

"Count Nijmegen? You're that scumbag, Randy? In Normandy, your name is not even mentioned by the toad in the gutter, and your father said that sooner or later he would break your body into thousands of pieces to avenge the Normandy warriors who were burned alive! ”

Princess Gianna said indignantly, threw the horsewhip on the ground, and pointed at my nose very impolitely: "But your death date is early, today I will give you a good look, so that you can see the demeanor of a real Viking warrior!" ”

As she spoke, she stooped to fetch the tomahawk and shield that hung from the saddle.

"Presumptuous!"

Just when I was hesitating whether to ignore the status of the earl and find a decent opportunity to escape, the Duke of Normandy suddenly appeared at the gate of the city at some point, and Henry, the Duke of Bavaria, was standing beside him, and he was still frowning at me excitedly.

I saw Duke Richard urging the war horse to run to his daughter's side, raising the horsewhip high, and facing Princess Gianna, who was stubbornly stalking her neck, gritted her teeth and stomped her feet for a long time but could not fall, and finally she was reluctant to scold her beloved daughter, and the whip fell on the warrior who followed the princess, who screamed in pain, and the bloody skin of the wound was opened.

"Bastard, the princess is young and ignorant, are you also blind? Don't look at who you are facing and dare to shout arrogantly, this is Count Randy of Nijmegen! ”

Duke Richard threw the leather whip in his hand into the face of the unlucky guy who was still moaning, and it seemed that he was still full of anger and could not vent it, and several guards came forward to drag down the wounded man who was covering his face, so as not to obstruct the eyes of the Duke, I sneered in my heart, but my face put on a look of sincere fear, as if I was very flattered by Duke Richard's appearance.

Seeing that the heat was almost the same, neither side wanted to break the deadlock first, but in fact they were secretly competing with each other, Duke Henry of Bavaria laughed dryly, rubbed his hands and came out to play a round:

"Haha, it must be a child's willful nonsense, Duke Richard will be fine if he goes back to discipline and discipline, and the Count of Nijmegen is not a person with a small belly, after all, after a simple rest in Rome, we will continue to go south and become comrades-in-arms united under the banner of Christ to crusade against the infidels. Duke Henry looked at the two of us with a smile, waiting for the statements of both sides.

Get! There is no need to make too much trouble for a child, and now that Nijmegen has annexed Friesland, we and Normandy have become close neighbors across the sea, and it is indispensable for parents to deal with each other.

"Whereever, the Duke is serious, but it's just a small matter."

With a smile on my face, I moved my gaze from Duke Henry's face to Duke Richard, who approached me, and stretched out my hand in a friendly manner, pretending to play a relaxed round, so as not to embarrass everyone's face, after all, they are all characters with heads and faces.

"It's not uncommon for children to be willful, especially for a little girl of this age, so naturally I don't know her like her......," I said, shaking Duke Richard's hand together, and both sides shook each other twice in their hearts.

"Who do you say is a child, you cowardly coward, and worthy to be called a brave knight! I don't even dare to compete with a girl like me, are all the men in Germany dead? ”

Just when everyone thought that things would pass smoothly, Princess Gianna, who was unwilling to be lonely, suddenly jumped out, tore away the hands that Duke Richard and I were holding, and screamed aggressively.

"I'm eleven years old, and according to Norman tradition, I'm old enough to go to sea alone, and of course I can challenge a man!" After speaking, he was about to throw out the handkerchief he was tucking in his sleeve.

I peeked at Duke Henry, who was pouted, his face was red and white for a while, and he was stunned and his face was not easy to answer, Duke Richard finally couldn't hold back his temper and exploded, like carrying a little chicken, grabbed Princess Gianna with his big hands like iron tongs and threw it among her servants, and his angry voice was almost trembling and indistinguishable: "Shut up this arrogant girl, no one can let him out without my order, it's really angry to me!" ”

I was happy to watch the excitement, I pursed my mouth and pretended to be a wooden man, but in my heart I gloated because of the two majestic dukes on weekdays, in front of a little girl whose milk hair had not retreated, Duke Richard angrily watched his daughter who had broken into the disaster being sent away by the servants, turned to us and wanted to speak, and the three of them stood in the wind with each other looking at each other.

Since the combined forces of Germany and Normandy occupied Rome, the Italian nobles who had been arrogant and clamoring to organize a mob and trap His Majesty the Emperor in the palace no longer had the aggressive momentum they had been, and it turned out that the so-called hard bones were only slow men to bend down in the face of steel swords and iron horses.

The trembling Italian aristocratic circle, which has become a pre-Christmas fattening livestock, is facing a new round of bloodbath and liquidation, and the social network is so complex that no one can be left alone.

When the German army was at its peak, the pugs were like saddling their horses and wagging their tails and begging for mercy, and after the army withdrew, they began to make tricks in secret, in a vain attempt to coerce His Majesty the Emperor to make concessions in order to regain the right to rule, and when His Majesty the Emperor fled in embarrassment, he shouted more and more indignantly to defeat the Germanic scum, and the self-proclaimed national heroes rushed to tear the flag and rebel, and the iron hooves of the German army re-trampled the thin mountains and rivers of Italy, and they wanted to bury themselves humbly in the soil.

The little people who hugged the thighs of His Majesty the Emperor and begged for forgiveness sobbed like women, their faces stained with their priceless silk handkerchiefs with the fat powder stained by tears, and gathered in front of the palace day and night to cry bitterly as if they were mourning.

Equally trembling and sleepless as the secular aristocracy are the servants of God in the Vatican Cathedral, who guard the icon of Christ and cannot pray in peace, they wrap their ugly and small shells in gorgeous velvet robes, like nocturnal creatures who can't see the sun, and keep whispering and worrying about which nobleman they can find to exonerate themselves.

(End of chapter)