Then, a young warrior of Armenian appearance also walked up the spiral staircase and appeared in the field of vision of Taurus, also following the flaxen-haired young man, with a sharp saber in his hand.

The young man, even if he drank too much of Taurus, understood that it could not be the appearance of a Turkic, but the appearance of a standard Latina.

Could it be that this is the "reinforcement" that Ostu found? Torus shuddered, and understood his current situation, and when he saw the mocking smile on Estus's face, he covered his face with the sleeves of his robe, and shrank back in his seat like an ostrich facing only a lion and a jackal. Mesander's beautiful eyes, which left tears of fear, and her hand holding the flask was not at all steady, suddenly screamed, and hid behind her grandfather's seat, where the soldiers in the fence and tower, with their scimitars and bows and arrows, crowded to the entrance of the hall, and stared at them with evil eyes.

"Hello Lord of Samosata, my name is Tancred. Morality. Tver, a member of the Pilgrims and commander of the advance army of Bohemond, Duke of Apulia, commander-in-chief of the Roman Empire in Asia Minor, is now standing before you with such a figure. Tanfred's flaxen eyes, warm and polite.

"City Officer, City Councilor!" Torus cried out in terror, and then he found a whole dozen noble mayors, the most glorious nobles in the land, all bowing their heads and standing beside Tancred.

"Regrettably, by the unanimous resolution of the commander of your garrison, all the municipal magistrates, and all the soldiers and citizens, I will take over the city in place of the pilgrims. And you will become the public enemy of the city. ”

Before Tancred could finish reading it, Toros was sweating profusely. Crying, he knelt down and spread his arms. Holding a long set of keys in his hand, "Please protect my life, I am the elder of the Reuben family, and now I would rather give you all the wealth in Samosata and the cellar chamber, a total of forty thousand gold coins." ”

At this moment, Ostu drew his sword, and the blade easily picked up the key ring on Torus's finger with a clanging sound. Delivered to Tanfred, "You don't have to hand over this kind of thing, Your Excellency. ”

"Estu, you rebellious **** dog, I took you in the first place, and your dog's leg was broken by your father at that time!" Torus gritted his teeth.

Then there was a flash of light, and Torus clutched his head, blood accompanied by his granddaughter's terrible screams, and fell to the lap of his seat, his left ear being cut off by Ostous in an instant. But there he was still scolding "the dog who betrayed his employer", "the Turkic stick", and "in the future you will have to break your leg and die again".

"This lord of Apulia is willing to pay me ten thousand gold coins to buy the Acropolis of Samosata, which I think is much better than giving you such a miser." This is the price of Estus.

Hercules, who was behind, stepped forward. He sent the hilt of the knife to Tancred, intending to have the boss personally execute the rebels of Samosata.

"I personally agree to your request, since I have handed over all my belongings. I guarantee your life. Tanfred pushed the handle away from the handle and said to Taurus.

Immediately covered his ears and blood flowed from Toros. As if seeing hope, he endured the pain. Pulling his granddaughter in front of him, he continued to beg for Tancred, "I will also send my beautiful granddaughter to your couch, I cannot stay in this city, please give me a fast horse and some money, and let me go back to my hometown in Cilicia." ”

Tancred nodded, whispered that I would go down and arrange everything for you, and then turned and left with Hercules.

In the hall, soon there were Torus, and Estus, the magistrates and soldiers, and Mesander, who could not help but cry in despair.

The old man climbed back into his chair despite the wound, and stiffened with his trembling hands, and there was a loud sound from Estus's boots on the floor, and then he walked up to a row of black-robed and gold-medalled magistrates, and gave him an inquiring look.

"Let him die, no one wants him to live." After the city magistrate who took the lead said this quickly and indifferently, he led the others down the stairway of the hall as well.

Ostu immediately removed the bow and arrow hanging from the wall, turned around like lightning, and took the arrow, "Lord Tancred promised me" Torus. Before Reuben could finish his sentence, a powerful cluster of arrows entered from the center of his eyebrows, piercing directly through the back of his head, and the old man's body bounced back, and was firmly nailed to the back of the gorgeous chair, and the exquisite Venetian feathers behind the shaft of the arrow hummed and swayed slightly, soaked in bright beads of blood, dripping down the robes of Taurus.

Seeing the tragic death of his grandfather, Mesander did not dare to say a word, and knelt on the ground, trembling like a heifer waiting to be sacrificed, and then several mercenaries came over and took her by the hand, and Mesander hung his head, understanding his imminent fate, and was dragged out.

"There is no mature charm at all, compared to my Tang Wu sister, it is not only heaven and earth, but those barbarians from the west who have no rudeness and culture will like this immature chick." Ostu looked at her back, shook his head, and then paced up to the Torus chair, severing his sword's head and throwing it into the hands of the soldier next to him.

At night, the city of Samosata is full of revelry, with mayors, nobles, merchants, and townspeople marching in a parade with slogans, the leading clowns dressed in festive costumes and holding spears with the head of Taurus stuck in them, on which the group of people is hung with a "crown" made of thorns, and prostitutes waving their skirts, braked their shoulders and breasts shamelessly, dancing drunkenly around the periphery, singing all kinds of songs that humiliate the dead lord.

In the dormitory on the side of the Acropolis, Mesander was lying on the couch, wrapping his **** body with a silk blanket, still with pain and uneasiness, while Tanrred sat on the edge of the couch and put on his robe, "Hey women, you should help your own man." ”

Half-frightened, Mesander crawled over trembling, buttoned the shell buttons on Tanfred's shirt, sobbed again, wrapped herself, crawled down, knelt down in front of her, and put on the boots of the man who had watched her grandfather be killed—she was the weakest woman who could only do so before the sword and the violence, and even to the point that she had not been executed.

Tanfred looked at the girl's somewhat messy sideburns, and there was still some tenderness in his heart, thinking of his sister Gu Siyun who had been snatched away, so he touched the other party's ear chakra, "Wait for me here, from now on you are my woman, and in the future, the position of earl, marquis, and even duchess can be considered for you." ”

Then, with the sword that terrified Mesander, Tanfred on his shoulder, walked to the hall of the council. (To be continued.) )