With this speech, Theognes and Tetisius around him were stunned, and the general then calmed down, but the guard officer was very nervous, because at this moment, His Majesty's power of attorney had not yet been opened, how could Gawain know the official rank?

What's even more incredible is that Gawain's sword has a strange origin, it has never been sheathed, it is very tyrannical and ferocious, and the effect is the same after stabbing the believers of any faction, how can it be the possession of St. Michael's Archangel? He had heard Gawain say that this sword had been cursed by the devil, but how did it turn into a sword

Moreover, Gawain's words were not a delirium, but in fact outlined the route of his march, that he would sail directly from the ship, cross the Ionian Sea, break through the Panhandle of Calabria, and then go north to lift the siege of Amalfi, and then his final destination would be Bari (facing the Adriatic Sea) in Lucania on the other side of the ocean? Because, in the Italian city of Bari, the most famous shrine is the tomb of St. Nicholas and the cathedral in his name.

Could it be that the eldest princess taught him these bells and whistles? Unlikely

At the moment of the soldiers' cheers, Diognis stared at Gawain holding his sword in a complicated manner, and then the one who unveiled the emperor's letter of appointment, and did not read anything (he couldn't understand it anyway), he covered the contents with his hands, revealing only the purple ink seal below, and said loudly to everyone, "Sure enough, this is Your Majesty's official appointment, as you wish, in order to live up to Your Majesty's high expectations, I will swear to go on the expedition on the same day!" ”

"For the eternal habitat of St. Michael and St. Nicholas!" As the soldiers drew their swords to encourage each other, Gawain hurriedly put the letter of appointment back into the box.

The sailing fleet boldly passed through the islands and coastal wastelands, bid farewell to the beacons and lighthouses on the shore, and sailed towards the unpredictable sea, and the sailors and soldiers shouted, and on the mast rose a new "military flag" made of six silk satins sent by Ingrid, a mixture of a sword in the form of a red hand and a cross, and then worshipped with the portrait of St. Nicholas.

"Gawain, you honestly, what kind of official title is in His Majesty's letter of appointment?" Diognis, who finally couldn't stand it anymore, pointed to the Supreme Commander sitting on the deck.

When Tetisius heard this, he hurriedly wrapped up his cloak and shrank down to the side of the mast, oblivious to the scene.

And Gawain didn't mind, so he took out the paperwork in the box and handed it to Diognes, "What, it's just that Aconis of the Lombard Company is just the most ordinary barbarian mercenary commander, why do you say that you are the Grand Duke, why do you say that you are a high-ranking nobleman with a sword, or a first-class nobleman with a sword!" You must know that this kind of person is only qualified after being given a purple robe by His Majesty. Sweat from Diognes' forehead was pouring out in the sea breeze, and he angrily rebuked, and then he looked down in thick writing, "Also, Your Majesty has asked you to hand over seventy percent of the booty for His Majesty's expedition against Moria, and you have brought all your horses, coins, grain, cloth and silk to the fleet. ”

"Finished?" Gawain squinted his eyes and looked at the Catcher, kneeling cross-legged on the deck.

"I'm done, and you have the right not to make a defense." The captor angrily saved his hands and leaned back against the mast, ready to ignore Gawain.

"I'm just doing official title futures." Next, Gawain made this answer.

"Futures, what futures." The catcher said he had never heard of it, and Tetisius on the other side of the mast shook his head and smiled, probably indicating that he had long since seen it.

"That is, the desired goods, I can first take the same amount of money as the virtual goods, obtain the capital to win greater profits, and then deliver the goods after the date expires." Gawain leaned his head leisurely against the side of the ship, his short brown hair blown by the wind, and then, seeing the puzzled look on Diognis's face, he went on to explain, "For example, I want to bring 10,000 Modi wheat from Smyrna to Amalfi, but because the two seaports are too far apart, or because the wheat is not yet ripe, the Amalfi merchant gives me a sum of money in advance, and it takes me a lot of time to finally pay them the desired grain after two years at an unfluctuating price, and so on. ”

"But why did Smyrna sell it to Amalfi grain? Amalfi is also fully capable of buying wheat from Sardinia. The catcher said he couldn't understand it at all.

"Maybe Sardinia is now an emirate of Crescentists, and they don't want to sell Amalfi anymore. Okay, that's not the point, for example, the official title is the money, and the grain I promised is my subsequent achievements in Italy and the loss of my recovery. When Gawain had finished speaking, he asked Diognis if he understood, and the captor frowned and nodded as if he understood.

"That's good." Gawain got up and walked towards the bow of the ship, he wanted to ask the sailors how their current itinerary was, and the officer behind him was still there clutching his head and thinking about the "official title future", muttering.

In the church of the Corinthian Temple, Ingridina, who had finished praying, stood in front of the sunset, looking at the sparkling bay of Pereira, and after the man had gone with the ship and the mast, she never returned, until her servant told her that Gawain had left for Italy, but accepted her gift.

"Is it true that in his eyes, I am just a widow with no wisdom or attractiveness?" Ingrid covered her face in frustration, feeling sorry for herself, the plank passage that glistened in the sun, which symbolized her friendship with Gawain, and the land between the two bays, where Amalfi's ships and merchant ships were anchored in the Gulf of Corinthia, and the sailors either disembarked, or lay on deck, leisurely watching the sun and clouds move into the ocean.

"No, I must take heart, Commander Count Gawain is engaged in a great voyage and a journey, and I should unceasingly pray for his protection before the Lord and the angels, and hope that he may achieve a more brilliant victory." While Ingrid was cheering herself up, a messenger with a cloth hat and a girdle stood on the steps under the guidance of her servant, holding a box, and asked for a message from the imperial capital to Stephen. Whether Gawain's letter is admissible here.

"Oh yes, just leave it with me for the time being." Ingrid replied.

On the tidal flats of the Calabrian Sea, a tall warrior with a red feather ornament, riding a silver steed and a towering spear in his hand, briskly crossed the long grass on the hillside above it and the Saracenta isolated on it, to the door of the convent, surrounded by the mountain wind.

The nuns were sitting outside for a public meal, and the warrior came to them with the sound of the horse's hooves, and then he grabbed his spear and turned over and dismounted, holding the rosary in his hand, and bowed very politely, "Honorable mamma, may I ask the burial place of the mother of the Duke of Apulia, is it here?" ”