The nuns got up from their tables and chairs and looked nervously at the tall warrior with the unsheathed sword, and then the deacon's grandmother came out and stopped him outside the courtyard wall, and held up a cross to explain to him that this was a place of retreat for women, and that the opposite sex was not allowed to enter.

The warrior was also very respectful, and did not mean to be embarrassed, "I just want to visit the tomb of the deceased mother of the Marquis of Apulia." Since the opposite sex is blocked between the world, and there are no women in the army, it can only be done this way. Then Gawain turned and took out a bunch of plain flowers tied with ribbons from under Quicksilver's saddle, and with a whistle, Sabina on the other side slowly ran over and took the flower in her master's hand, "Go in, and express my condolences to this honorable woman, may her soul not stay too long in purgatory, and ascend to heaven soon—by the way, Mama, this is a mare, and it will not break your precepts." ”

Sabina then strode into the walls of the monastery with the flowers in her hands, and to the exclamations and chatters of many nuns.

"May I ask your name and title?" asked the mamma, anxious, feeling that this warrior was full of both courage and indescribable evil.

"Stephen. Gawain. Lusail, commander of the Red Hand Company of the Roman Empire, Grand Duke of Calabria and Lucania, tell anyone you can see, or send a message to anyone who is far away, that I have come here, that the Romans have returned. Then Gawain gracefully folded the nose guard off his helmet, greeted Mama, and then stepped back on Quicksilver's back, and walked down the hill with Sabina, who had returned the same way.

At this moment, Mama, who had watched Gawain depart, saw that on the other side of the hill, a huge banner was slowly appearing and moving, on which were the overlapping patterns of bright red hands and cross-shaped swords, and the tassels and edges were written with Greek characters, accompanied by the stirring of drums--the amazed Mama mustered up her courage and walked to the edge of the cliff, where the grass continued to stir with her black robe, and on the edge of the long dark yellow sand beach as far as the eye could see below, and the boundary between the silver-white water, on one side was an army lined up in a double column, and the neighing of men and horses, Under the guidance of that flag, heading inland for the area, on the other side are large and small boats paddling to the shore, transporting all kinds of baggage equipment.

"The Romans are back," the grandmother couldn't help but hold the rosary and the cross around her neck.

Soon, Bohemond, who was in front of the siege position, learned that Gawain had arrived in Calabria by sea, "What! Could it be that my uncle's fleet was purely a decoration, and Gawain dared to demonstrate to me in front of my mother's grave, saying that the Romans had returned, I simply don't know what to say! Bohemond threw the letter down fiercely, "Go, send a fast horse, and negotiate with Gawain that I have raised most of the ransom, and tell him to wait." ”

Then Bohemond thought for a moment, and then said to Count Havere, "My nephew Tancred has arrived in Taranto by ship to recuperate from his wounds, and is temporarily unable to take command of the remaining troops, and you will take this place to defend against the invasion of the Greeks." ”

"But where is the mobile detachment coming from to carry out this mission?" Hafley was worried.

"I have sent back the three hundred noisiest knights in the camp, and a thousand of the sergeants of the Servants, you should know who I am referring to - the reinforcements sent by my uncle Roger, who only knew how to ask for drinks, tents, and all kinds of booty, I regret it, and it just so happens that most of them were also from the southern part of Calabria (at that time Calabria was divided into two districts, the north was the Latin side, and the south was the Greek side), so you should take them to defend your homeland, and be quick, and suppress the flames of the unsheathed sword Gawain as soon as possible." Bohemond pointed to Hafley's chest and instructed, "But if Gawain follows Calabria south, it will be nothing, let him anger my uncle, and then leave it to our business." ”

"Well, I'll take care of this group of warriors to crush the weak Greek army, they were once driven away by us, and now they can't come back, according to the normal ratio of the enemy, the Norman knights and Greek soldiers are one to ten." Hafrye was ordered to step back.

At this time, Gawain's men and horses were indeed marching southward, which puzzled Diognis again, "Isn't he going to advance north to Taranto and Bari, as he has been told?" But the catcher didn't dare to ask too much, he was still able to restrain himself in most cases about what Gawain was doing now, at least now Diognis believed that Gawain still had a plan and a goal in doing things.

White sand beaches, gray stones, pale green and ochre yellow mountains, as well as blue sky and white clouds, the red hand company with the banner of "St. Michael's Dragon Slaying Sword Army", just like a tour, in front of an old and quaint monastery, Gawain stood there with a sword, thirty warriors of the Varangian Guard stood behind him with axes, and the abbot, deacon, sacristy keeper, cook, as well as a group of carpenters, lacquer workers, vegetable farmers, etc., all stood in the middle, waiting for this fierce and vicious "Roman Empire's first sword noble" requirements.

"First of all, I need someone who can write fluent Latin and Greek."

An old man with a white beard walked out, and was immediately pushed back by Gawain, "It's better to be younger." ”

Finally, a young boy with a trainee priest's hairstyle came out of the queue and bowed to Gawain.

"Name."

"Anderodat. Gotron, my Excellency. "The child had freckles, pale gray eyes, and a thin body.

Gawain looked at him, and the little priest couldn't help but take half a step back, and then Gawain's face became kinder, and he took a brown scroll from the clerk next to him, and a reed pipe pen, "What do you write, two languages, my clerk can only write some simple military orders in Greek, so I need you to write other complicated documents for me." ”

The little priest sat down on the copying stool, and wrote a set of Bible opera poems, the speed of which pleased Gawain, and then the "self-appointed Grand Duke" took the scroll of paper, the text was still very neat and soothing, but there was no curly carved atmosphere, it seems that the little priest still knew how to figure out his psychology - the people in the barracks did not like and could not accept flashy rhetoric and strokes.

At this time, Gao Wen's heart suddenly seemed to be splashed with ink, and a trace slowly dripped down: he remembered the girl in the imperial capital who was also proficient in literature and writing, is she okay now? The dark-haired girl who shouted and waved goodbye to herself on the walls of Brachna.

"Very well, Anderodat has since left his career as a monk and has become a clerk in my barracks." Gawain, who had turned back from his brief thoughts, rolled up the paper again and ended his lecture, "In addition, this monastery will henceforth abolish the church rites in the city of Rome and be taken over by Orthodox monks. ”