"The true believers have been really bad luck lately, and I heard from the detectives on the other side of the strait that the heretical emperor has sent his court chief 'Little Bird' to lead the inner guard cavalry to confiscate the alum mines of Fikaia, expel all the believers who mine there, occupy the market town, and burn seven elders. www.biquge.info It is said that the alum mine will be leased to the Ligurians, hmph, hum, our believers' finances will become embarrassed, but it doesn't matter, gradually I will be unkempt, I will not be able to wear silk or muslin robes, no gold, silver and amber jewelry to add luster to my countenance, I will no longer be able to use the rabbit cat made of crystal to protect you from the cold, and I will no longer be able to afford to use a small wardrobe made of Ross frankincense lacquer - no one will remember me, and the community of believers will be dissolved, Kabeamia would be the last consul who would die the most shameful and miserable death—she would starve to death in the wilderness with the rabbit in her arms, hum and hum.......," and as she spoke, deliberately diverting the topic of Gawain and Anna's marriage, but unable to avoid the frustration and pain, the female archon, who was in a trance, covered her face with her slender hands, her complexion began to redden, and she sat on the couch and laughed incoherently.

"In the future, I will give you a large stake in the alum mine in Smyrna, where the reserves should be ten times that of Fikaia." Gawain said guiltily, "In addition, I promise that in the future Meritene will also be yours, Holy Sister you will be the chief consul of the 'Republic of Meritane', and you will be the one who revived the Paules, and you will never be a sinner, let alone starve to death." After saying that, Gawain sat down on the couch and took the holy sister into his arms, "You must know that I can't let Anna carry the infamy and conceive my child without marriage. ”

"I know, I know...... But you still love her the most, right? Before, at Sinop, it was me who recommended the pillow seat, and I recommended the pillow seat...... Nor have I ever remorseed, for I have fallen with you...... In the future, we will be excommunicated by the true God, and when you go to Hell to guard the door, I will hold up the fork of fire, and when you are the little companion behind you, of course, the princess in purple will ascend to her heaven, and hell will not be able to contain her nobility and elegance. Cabeamia threw herself on Gawain's shoulder, crying like a little woman.

"Yes, we are close partners, and there are many more who depend on you Paulines in the future. Soon the believers who fled by boat from Fikaia's side, I will send them all to the Sith County to take charge of mining and smelting, and they will not starve and freeze. ”

"You're entrapping me and deceiving me, so sometimes you're a brave and righteous border ghazi who captures women's hearts, and sometimes you're like a cunning Varyag merchant selling fake amber and tricking women's hearts." Cabeamia was also tired of crying, so she snuggled up in Gawain's arms, hanging her loose hair, and continued to complain with half-open eyes until she fell asleep.

Over there, the Great Comet circled the wilderness outside the city of Konya, and the surrounding ten or so Gurri were full of white light, and the soldiers guarding the entire castle, as well as the people, tax collectors, and teachers and students of the madrasas all crowded in horror and curiosity around the towers of the towers, watching this strange and magnificent sight.

In the white court of the Sultan of the city, a group of high-ranking Sultanates of Rum, the Atabergs and Beys, dressed in armor and weapons, paced to the hall facing the colonnade on three sides and the aisle on one side. Arslan was sitting there in a crisp white linen robe, with a half-worn black felt underneath him.

Ibn . Surrounded by a large group of Danishmund's mercenaries, Mai Meng had come to this hall on purpose, and he looked at his students opposite, his eyes and heart were full of mixed emotions.

When the people had settled down, Ibn looked at the bay-leaf openwork wall on the other side of the hall, where the Sultan's wife and two children were sitting gloomily, watching the Sultan's back, "Today, I am here to supervise the great Sultan of Rûm to fulfill the promise he made when he ascended the throne. "Speaking of which, Ibn . . . Maimon's voice choked up.

After speaking, dozens of Roma Beys in the entire hall asked in unison, "When you were black felt, you said that you could be a sultan for a few years, can you remember?" ”

Gillicki lowered his head, and his memories were rapidly switching images: when he was thirteen years old, he was elected Sultan by the generals and lords of Roma, and under the auspices of his teacher, the Grand Vizier, he was seated on black felt, and then the crowd rushed forward and beat him, his nostrils and eye sockets were bleeding, and his eyes quickly blurred with the black shadow of his fist falling, mixed with the shouts and reminders of many people, "Think of your dead father's career." Then, a silk scarf strangled the young young Sultan's neck from behind, and in the squeaking sound, Gilikhi's eyes were completely immersed in the night, his face turned red and it became more and more difficult to breathe, and the criticism and punches of the crowd were slowly imperceptible, and Gilligi fell into a state of confusion.

"Say, how many years will you be the Sultan?" In the dark, countless such voices rang out.

"If, in ten years' time, the west cannot cross the holy sea, and the east cannot drink the Euphrates, I will die by myself." Such an answer was the dream and ambition of the young Sultan, and it was also his angry words in his fainting.

And now it's time to cash in, Gilligy. Arslan did not have his original "black felt promise" in advance.

So, at this moment, Gilligi on the black felt sighed, closed his eyes, and the smiles of his wife and children appeared in the darkness, "Ten years have come, let me accept a glorious death." ”

The same black felt, the same ribbon, and the same host. Maimon waved his hand.

A few minutes later, the Great Comet passed by Konya, and with countless scattered star debris, it dissipated into the night sky over the ocean, and the whole world was shrouded in darkness again.

The Sultan's body lay cold and stiff on the black felt, with the corner of the ribbon peeking out from under his neck.

Several Danishmond warriors exchanged glances, and in a burst of screams, they walked through the openwork corridor, grabbed the Sultan's "wives" and "children", tore off their turbans and collars, and forced them to kneel, revealing their pink necks, "The Sultan has a last word, let his wife be martyred." The blades of the Danishmond warriors pressed against the back of the wailing women and children.

At this moment, many Beys looked at this scene with some astonishment, and then looked at the Great Vizier. Mai Meng didn't say anything, just turned his face away and waved his hand again.

With a scream, blood spilled through the gaps in the walls, and the Grand Vizier looked back in surprise, "This is not Shahnamy's voice!" The whole hall was immediately thrown into chaos, and the Grand Vizier himself ran behind the wall, looked at the corpse of the woman lying in a pool of blood, and looked at the two children with earthy faces, "Call the doctor to take the speculum!" Soon a Saracen physician hurried in, with a small lens on the crank in his hand, and peeked under the corpse's robe, "This is still a virgin, the Sultan's wife has escaped!" (To be continued.) )