But the woman still refused to leave, and with a little hope left, the dark-skinned tooth grunted again, and pointed to the sign hanging on the cargo shed, "Madam, look, today's food quota has been exhausted." ”

The two noblewomen, their faces a little pale in the scorching sun, and their hands covered from the terrible sun, were still swaying weakly, trying to squeeze into the shade of the barn, but the toothyman and some of his employees cried out, pushed the two women out, and began to curse in their mouths.

"Please, it is said that grain will be brought from the port tomorrow, so sell us some grain today, just a little bit, get through the difficulties, and do good." The poor lady kept begging, and the tooth man could only squeeze his eyes and nod his head, asking the other party to stop, and waved his hand at the mercenary captain standing at the door, "Please come in and talk, please come in and talk, dear madam, my consul also wants to meet you." ”

The two were ecstatic and walked to the door, the captain of the mercenaries wearing feathered helmets, he was a Maroon believer, raised his hand to make them stand, and then demanded a search of their bodies.

Now, the two noblewomen can only abandon their shame, bow their heads, untie the tie in front of their chests, the mercenary captain smiled lewdly, touched his chest, and touched his buttocks, and then the other mercenaries came up one by one to "search", pinching and rubbing, and it was a good time to put these two in.

At this moment, in the alley next to the fortress, several men in cloaks, sticking to the wall, watched this scene with cold eyes.

"Are you saying that the port has indeed been restored, and that Venice and the Duck have returned?" Looking at the two women who were munching on the aristocratic etiquette, Monicini was pitying, rubbing his wine glass in his hand, and thought, "It seems that I should hurry to contact Bohemond before the angry lords can attack me—I now have the money, and I am willing to give some of it to the money-poor Norman hillbilly, and forgive some of his debts, so that I can buy the trade district of Antioch City." As long as Bohemond nods, the other pilgrim lords are very good at suppressing and buying, and besides, our father, His Excellency Dember, will come soon, and the situation is under my control, hum hum. In front of the lady, the consul of the Chamber of Commerce of Pisa laughed uncontrollably, and then his yellow eyes like poisonous snakes looked at the slightly hairy lady, and was very kind, "Please enjoy it slowly, and I will send you out again at sunset." ”

Half an hour later, in St. Peter's Church, Bohemond, the chief consul of the army, and Molito, the consul of Venice, stood in front of the courtyard, and stood in front of the swaggering clerk of the Pisan Chamber of Commerce, and the other party put forward the condition, "Send more soldiers immediately to ensure the safety of the Chamber of Commerce in the city, and Your Excellency Monigny will consider forgiving you the debt of 10,000 gold coins." ”

Bohemond looked excited, took the sealed deed of forgiveness with both hands, and said that he would do his duty to do so, immediately.

So the clerk bowed proudly, and turned away, and suddenly felt that something had pierced his body, and then he looked down at it, and sure enough, it had been pierced: the blade of the sword, which was blistering with blood, stretched out on his belly, and the sound was like the mockery of death, and the hilt of the sword was in Bohemond's hand, and the other hand, holding the contract, raised proudly, "If you go to hell, tell the consul who will come to meet you soon, and say that the Tver family thanks him for his generosity." ”

Then, Bohemond gritted his teeth, with a relieving cry, drew his bloody sword, and the clerk turned in a circle, and was kicked over by the duke, and the corpse fell to the ground, and the Duke of Apulia touched his cheek with his hand, and covered his face with a lot of blood, and shook hands with the Venetian consul, "The trade area of Antioch City is half yours, half of it is the Hotduck people, and the cooperation is pleasant, but the Greek emperor is on the side."

"No problem, the city of San Marco guarantees and promises that this great city will always be yours." Molitor did not care about the smell of blood, and clasped the duke's hand tightly.

Several Calabrian soldiers dragged the corpse of the clerk from the courtyard to the transept, then to the cloister on the second floor of the church, and then threw it down from the window—underneath it were countless hungry pilgrims, knights, infantrymen, civilians, believers of all strips, wrapped in rags, their eyes glowing with hunger and anger, regardless of their identity or creed, all with torches, weapons capable of killing in their hands—when the body of the Pizza clerk had smashed to the ground, Everyone stepped forward to tear and gnaw, and soon the corpse was bitten to pieces and drenched in blood, and at this moment, Tanfred was wearing armor, standing on the windowsill where the corpse had just been thrown, and shouted to everyone, "We have done what we have to do, the rest is yours, take it back and belong to us!" ”

Then the people, whose faces were covered with blood on their corpses, let out a terrible cry, converged from all the streets, and rushed unstoppably towards the fortress of the Pisa.

When the two noblewomen walked out of the front of the fortress, the whole arena area was still unaware of the situation there, and the hippie-faced mercenary captain was playing a game of "throwing wheat cakes" with his subordinates: every day they would throw half a black cake baked from semolina grains to the hungry crowd in front of them, and tell them to scramble and fight. As a result, when he saw the noble lady coming out, he immediately leaned over again, and made a lot of reluctance before letting them out.

The two noblewomen held their faces, and walked slowly and embarrassingly about three hundred feet forward from the Pisa Chamber of Commerce, and at the corner of the old bull market, there appeared countless soldiers with torches, who were walking towards them, and were just about to avoid them, when the men in cloaks just now immediately came over, took the hands of the two noblewomen, and shouted to the soldiers, "We have all made a pilgrimage all the way, and now there are women from noble birth who have been insulted by the Pisan people because of hunger, and you, as warriors of Christ, have swords, Tell us what to do? ”

The man in armor who took the lead raised his hand and shouted, "The lords have told us to protect the Pisa Chamber of Commerce from abuse." ”

"That means they think it's a dirty deed, and they feel scared!" The men in the cloak grabbed the noblewoman's hand and scolded all the soldiers, "Come, tell them that the Pisan people will give you some food, and then tell you two to enter the fortress and touch the wanton **** things for that group of filthy mercenary heretics, we are unarmed believer men, but in front of your eyes, all the soldiers under the banner of Christ, you two can't tell half a lie, say!" ”

The two noblewomen looked at the angry soldiers, and were half frightened to death, and could only bow their heads to indicate that the incident was true.

"Perhaps we should use our weapons to tell these bastards and demons raised by Mammon and Beelzebub that the chastity of the noble lady is not something they can infringe upon at will!" At this moment, the leading flag officer trembled, and the first one angrily drew his sword, "Let's go and 'protect' the maggots in that fortress and feed them the feces in the blood pool of hell." (To be continued.) )