At this moment, in front of the entrance of the Basilica of St. Nicholas, Idorus, who had been appointed by Gawain as the patriarch, was on crutches, and on the seat next to him, watched as the Greek monks would judge the city's grievances with a fair and reasonable Roman law, with appropriate canon law.

The Grand Duke himself and Peter, also standing at the bustling construction site, discussed going together to the cave of Garganus and making a vow to St. Michael the Archangel, "This is the great wish I made while guarding the city, and I will take all my brothers who have landed in the book of brocade, a hundred and forty-three people, together with you, Merlot and Billel, and then"

"Then I will return to Lake Léman, and encourage the pilgrimage of 100,000 people, mostly civilians from the Rhine Valley and Swabia, to the Holy City via Asia Minor."

"And I will return to the city of Bari, and then I will sail with the Red Hand Company to the region of Za'tar, and then I will meet you on the northwestern border of Constantinople, and make sure of your pilgrimage, my brother." Gawain bowed his head respectfully, and agreed with Peter on a two-way plan to join forces at the border between Hungary and Byzantium.

The sea breeze was blowing, with the humidity and gentleness of the turn of spring and summer, and Peter, with his hands behind his back, his black robe swaying, strolled with his brothers towards the seashore, where the harbor of the city of Bari had been dredged, and he knew what Gawain's plan was: to provide a quay and pier for the pilgrimage free of charge, which would not only gain fame and fame with the Holy See, but also attract a large number of pilgrim civilians and warriors. With the city of Bari as a transit point, he only needs to support the chamber of commerce in the city. It is enough to benefit from the sale of souvenirs and grain provisions, and the wealth is not in vain. As for the Roman Catholic Church. Gawain did not eradicate them, but kept a few monasteries, but the previously confiscated lands were not returned at all, and it seems that the righteous brothers had other plans for them—and Gawain did not seem to have any intention of dedicating them to the emperor.

"Yes, I am waiting for a reply from the beautiful city of Corinth, and soon there will be even more business to support the pilgrimage organized by the Holy See and the Righteous Brothers." Gawain was blunt about Peter's question, and it seemed that it was not faith that supported him. Rather, it is something more terrible and respectable.

"I didn't expect you to be so good at money management, you don't look like a Varyag general at all, the governor of Barry."

Gawain thought for a moment and smiled and said, "Don't forget, the Varyags are all engaged in the trade of gold and blood with a weighing pan in one hand and a sword in the other. Also, please don't call me that, because I have self-appointed titles. The Emperor had only granted me the role of Commander of the Barbarian Mercenary of Aconis, but it had never occurred to me to take the rules of Constantinople as a guideline. ”

After saying that, the two looked at each other, and then they both laughed heartily.

Then. Several Varangian warriors leaned along the breakwater towards them, "Your Excellency. Just after a galleon from Durazo docked, a nobleman dressed up. Hope to see you there. As he spoke, the samurai pointed to a watchtower at the end of the corridor. Gawain looked at it in confusion, and then said to Peter that he would go and go back.

On the narrow steps of the gate under the stone watchtower, a nobleman wearing a cloak and a gold pendant was sitting there, and several male and female servants with boxes on their backs were looking around with a little unease, and when they saw Gawain and the warriors coming, they immediately laid down their things, and they all came forward and bowed down to greet the ruler of the city.

"Who are you?"

Before he finished speaking, Gawain felt a soft body, with a fragrance, and threw himself into his arms, he lowered his eyes, and the golden hair fell from the chain mail gloves, "I've come to take refuge with you, Count Gawain"

"Huh? Ingrana, why you? When the "nobleman" looked up at him, Gawain saw a mole on her brow, a fair, ruddy face, and turquoise eyes that were different from her sister's, and her naturally drooping hair, brushing Gawain's cheeks.

"Shhhh The other party's expression was very serious and mysterious, and in a certain panic, there was that kind of stupid pride.

In fact, there is no need for Ingrid to say, Gawain will cover her up - no one wants to be charged with abducting the widow of the famous Mesadini family, "Follow me." Gawain said calmly, and then asked Ingrid to continue to put on her cloak and follow behind her, while the rest of the team of servants carried the suitcases and luggage, and down the street, and turned into the alley, from where they could take a shortcut to the cathedral.

Now Gawain has handed over the Grand Imam's room and office to Idorus, and he lives in a relatively secluded place next to the pilgrim's building, an independent two-storey building, but to put it bluntly, there is a stable below, and Quicksilver and Sabina are in the fence in between, because the two horses do not get along well for the time being, and there have been violent incidents of biting each other, and no one is convinced: Quicksilver looks down on the female streamers, and Sabina still resents the other party for carrying the master to the battlefield instead of herself.

At the edge of the stable, with a bright ladder and a window on it, was Gawain's living room, with linen curtains on all sides of the bed, as well as cabinets and armor hangers.

At this time, there was a light rain below, Inglina complained, stretched out her white wrist to support the cloak, and then her male and female servants consciously stood outside the door, passing the front shed, Gawain invited the other party to sit down, Inglina looked around with some disgust, especially the two horses' heads stretched out to stare at her, but her eyes were still smug and bright, "It's terrible Count Gawain, now I have the name of Mesadini, but I am penniless." ”

Gawain listened, taking off the cloak and hanging it on the pylon, "This seems to be my brother's cloak, isn't it stored with my sister?" It seems she gifted it to you, Count Gawain. ”

"Yes, I'm good friends with your brother and sister." Gawain explained, sitting across from her, "How? Why do you say you have no money? ”

Who would have thought that this pretty widow would pull her hair, cough lightly, straighten her posture, and ask, "Then am I a good friend of yours?" ”

Hey, it looks like there's something wrong with your focus, Ingrana. Mrs. Mesadini, but Gawain said very sincerely, "Of course you are my dear friend."

"Frankly, I rejected the marriage offer of His Majesty the Emperor in Corinth, and fled here by myself with these servants across the sea from Durazo, and that's it." Inglona summed it up in a big way, and then picked up the wine glass that Gawain had placed on the table, took a sip of warm water, and looked at Gawain with her eyes. (To be continued......)