When Gawain woke up the next day, the sleeping officer and the guards of the gate noticed a mysterious symbol painted on the corner of the bronze door of the palace. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wen Ruominna handed the rubbing paper of the symbol to Gao Wen, who looked at it, and found that it was a lion-shaped pattern composed of crooked Persian calligraphy, and Gao Wen did not understand the meaning very well, so he handed it to someone in the army who knew Persian to translate.

Then the result came out, it was the "death notice" sent to him directly by the Alpine Sect Assasin.

It says that the martyr Assasin has a hundred ways to assassinate himself, "when you are bathing, when you are **, when you are paraded, when you are camping, when you are washing, when you are going to the toilet...... No amount of dungeons nor guards can protect you, because Grand Master Hassan is omnipotent, he is proficient in any superb art such as astrology, building secret rooms, weapons and poisons, and can see through the disguises and weaknesses of all mortals in the world, and solve you at the most opportune moment...... And any of the Assasin martyrs in charge of assassination is also unstoppable by you, they are unflinching, painful, and can use anything as a weapon to kill you. If you still want to survive your life, give up your eastward march and do not come any closer to any of the borders of Lake Van and Sylvan. If we don't come to our senses, we can only say, Stephen. Gawain, we have found you and know everything about you......"

The letter came to an abrupt end, with endless hints of horror.

Seeing this, the holy sister who had always had some dealings with the Mountain Sect lost her face, and she begged Gawain bitterly: "The male and female believers of the Mountain Sect who were ordered by the old man Hassan have been taking the powerful hashish resin for many years, and have been reduced to walking corpses who do not know pain, and they only know how to kill dissident political enemies fanatically, regardless of whether they are indiscriminate. It is said that the Grand Vizier of Malikshah Khan was killed by them, and now the Great Sultan of Seljuk has just died at their hands. All of these sultans had laid siege to the vulture fort on the mountain, but all of them were unable to do so because of the steep terrain and the fanaticism of the enemy. All of Persia, Anatolia and Mesopotamia have been hanging over the shadow of death they created for many years! ”

"Holy sister, do you mean to ask me to abandon my plan and not advance towards Fan Lake?"

Kabeamia nodded, biting her lip, "I know this is your grand ambition, to revive Greater Armenia, but also to revitalize an empire, and to pave the way for a march to the imperial capital. But if I lose my life, not to mention that the great cause will come to naught, it will also make me feel heartbroken. Settle the surrendered Ani in Marash and Melitane, and then concentrate on moving westward, keeping the boundary between the mountain cult and the river. ”

"Is that what you want?" After listening to the Holy Sister's sincere expression, Gawain in the dormitory suddenly asked her with some sarcasm, "Could it be that your Paulese Republic is content with nesting around Melitane, with less than 100,000 believers occupying twelve market towns?" As a layman, I don't think so, but you, as an archon, are held back by the intimidation of vile and weak. ”

Kabeamiya blushed, and before she could defend herself, Gawain continued, "The Paulicians, Syria, and Armenia all have similar faith foundations, and in the future, I will need you and your church to integrate and unify my great cause." But look at you, a threatening letter from the Vulture Fortress on the Heights of Alamut has scared you like this, and that group of people is nothing but scum armed with psychedelic drugs and ignorant fanaticism, and there is nothing that cannot be destroyed by iron and fire - wait, Holy Sister, I and the whole kingdom of Tarsus will not accept any assassination blackmail, and I will sweep away the floating ash from their filthy lair like a broom. ”

After saying that, Gawain stretched out his arm, "Do you really think I'm unprepared to deal with this group of scum?" No, I had already sent an envoy to contact the Sheikh Ahmadi of the Kingdom of Shirvan (now southern Azerbaijan and northwestern Iran, with the capital at Taulis, later Tabriz, which was located on the main communication route of the Black Sea and the Caspian Sea, in the southeast of Georgia). Root. Ibrahim. Root. Waha Sultan. Rawaddi. Kuadi, who also happens to be under threat of death from the Mountain Sect, can't wait to join forces with me to destroy the Mountain Sect. ”

"Ahmadi......" The Holy Sister's tongue curled a little as she read the chief's name.

But Gawain was very considerate and told her that she only needed to call this "Ahmadi. Rawadhi, whose ancestors were Saracens, after conquering the Sylvan region, established an important and rich emirate, adopted Kurdish as the official script, embraced Sunni and submitted to the Seljuk Empire.

Now that the surrounding Seljuk power had begun to decline and die, even the Great Sultan had been assassinated, and Ahmadi himself had received a notice of the death of the "Mountain Sect" - it seemed that the old man of the mountains Hassan was going to take advantage of this opportunity to establish the "Assasin Assassin State" on the southern shore of the Khazar Sea (Caspian Sea) - so that Ahmadi was so frightened that he abandoned his original master in time and joined the newly rising Gawain.

As for Ahmadi's gifts, they were the specialties of the kingdom of Sirvan, "twelve virgins and girls as beautiful as the moon, sent to the harem of the great lord and patron to serve as clever and well-behaved slaves." Now they have been sent to the palace hall of the inner city of Melitene to receive the mercy and favor of their new master, Gawain.

When the Holy Sister came to the hall with Gawain, she saw twelve dressed Sylvan boys, who looked to be only about ten to twelve years old, the loveliest age. Six of them, dressed in calyx-like women's clothes, danced up and down on the grommets and wooden frames erected in the lobby, posing in various poses to show off their feminine waists and figures.

The other six girls, dressed in dark golden-brown cloaks and white breeches, with their hair braided and gold-sheathed sabers, played various Persian instruments to cheer up the boys' dance, and kept shouting agitated beats, all of them looked heroic.

"I'm curious about what kind of cursed and disgusting life this Ahmadi chief lives on weekdays!" The Holy Sister, who was sitting in the small chair in the back, couldn't help but blush, and was very dissatisfied with the Saracen chieftain's orientation, and complained to Gawain.

But she turned her eyes to look at Gawain, who was sitting on the chair in front of her, surrounded by the sleeping officer and other female officials, laughing, and clapping her hand at the performance of the boy and girl of Sylvan, the scene was very enthusiastic and surging.

Finally, all the boys threw off their arms on the wooden frame of the dance and froze their poses, while all the girls shouted in unison, like a call for the army to act. The music of the entire hall climbed to the highest peak, and then fell abruptly, and there was silence.