Gawain hurriedly thanked him.

But he soon saw Kabeamia's face and turned to himself, his cloud-like hair in a bun and his bright black eyes reflected his figure, "Actually, you're playing tricks on me again, aren't you?" People like you will never put faith in their hearts at all, they will always be practical, whether they are Paulicians, Catholic or Orthodox, as long as it is valuable, you will not hesitate to use it; But once it goes against your goal of nation-building, you will abandon it without cherishing it. You don't feel like you're in this world at all, Gawain. Lusail. ”

Sure enough, the consul was not without wisdom, and although she had not been together for long, she had a deep understanding of Gawain's temperament—the two men stood on the hillside of the rolling grass in the light of the rising sun, one waiting for a clear answer from the other, like a haze that quickly dissipated.

"Faith is something that is always changing, like a river that is constantly changing course. According to the previous hatred, I should have put you to death directly, because you were involved in the death of my two military servants and the death of Farov. But now the Dalian team and the Pauloists are in a state of disadvantage and survival in this chess game, and the relationship between the two weakness is always confrontation or death, and joining forces is survival. Yes, yes, Kabeamia, I'm not interested in your faith itself, some strife theologians can study it, and you and I, as leaders of our respective groups, are only responsible for making trade-offs according to what is at stake. Gawain sighed and spoke frankly, and then he saw Kabeamia's eyes, which seemed to burn in the sun's rays, and added, "But my secret pact with you is still valid, I can swear by that." ”

Who would have thought that the female consul approached her, "Swear? A man who doesn't even believe in God. What is the effect of your vow? ”

"I follow the spirit of the contract."

"Is that ridiculous spirit in the ancient pagan gods, the relationship between sacrifice and blessing exchange between man and false gods and idols, then what kind of contract do you and I want to conclude!" Kabeamia leaned closer, with an aggressive demeanor.

"I can get all the seals, as well as the paperwork," Gao Wen said before he finished speaking. There was a flash in front of him, and the female consul, in silence, suddenly drew her bulltongue sword again, and stabbed it at her neck, and he hurriedly raised his hand and twisted the other man's arm, followed by the sound of the clashing of swords - it was the female consul at her belt, and she hid a small sharp axe, while Gawain was not paying attention. Pull out and cut it horizontally to Gawain's waist.

And Gao Wen quickly pulled out half of the "buzz" sound of the sword of phosphorus fire, and the sword blade he pulled out just happened to block the axe blade.

The crisp sound echoed on the grassy hillside.

"You've got more means, Kabeamia!" After a short scuffle, the weak Kabeamia was thrown on the grass by Gawain, one hand pressed to his ear, the other between his knees and elbows, and the tortoiseshell hairpin of the female archon fell to the side. Her jet-black hair was all spread out and wrapped around her wheat-colored cheeks and long neck. The body writhed pitifully, and in whispered shouts and moans, it kept pushing back and forth against his knees, striking Gawain's abdomen to get out of Gawain's iron arms, but the situation became more and more embarrassing—Cabeamia's skirt also slipped backwards. Then she gasped, clattered the bull's tongue sword, and threw it in the grass.

Time and the chaotic sound movements fell silent, and Gawain looked at the bull's tongue sword that was thrown to the ground, reflecting the light. Knowing that this was abandoned by Kabeamiya on her own initiative, she no longer resisted, and then there was a "dang chang" sound, the axe also fell, and the originally tense body quickly became soft, and this sensitive touch was transmitted to Gawain, which is a woman's unique subtext, and the meaning is simply equivalent to "opening the door and stealing".

Gawain let go of his hand, but Kabeamia turned his hand and clasped his arms tightly, "Kabeamia"

Hearing this, the female consul turned her face sideways, her ears were red, and there were faint tears in her starry eyes that covered her hair, "Actually, before you came, you had already reached an agreement with that princess Komunen, did she allow you to dispose of me randomly?" But Gawain, a girl is so generous to you and loves you, it shows that in her heart, the desire for power and **** are equal, hum Gawain, will you be willing to be ridden on the back by this girl in the future? ”

Gawain's slender fingers reached out and wiped tears from the corners of Kabeamia's eyes, but did not answer her question.

But the female consul closed her eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "You have already given me the answer, I will help you come up with a better strategy, when passing through Paphragonia, you can ensure that your large team reduces losses to the extreme, fulfill the contract, Gawain, pass on your evil to me, and then fall together, and fall together is the contract between the two of us" For a while, she suddenly frowned in pain, gritted her beautiful teeth, grabbed Gawain's arm, and her breathing became more and more disordered, although she had been prepared, but she didn't expect it

Gawain, who was "besieging the city", felt a little tricky, Cabeamia's garden really had a "gate" and an "iron latch", but he could not back down, and could only carry out the ice-breaking journey very gently and carefully.

When the gentleness of the "climb" gradually changed to the rudeness of the "downhill", Cabeamia turned her face again, her hands scratching wildly at Gawain's brown hair, and the sun was now unobstructed, piercing into her ever-closing eyes, a piece of gold, and then quickly turning into a sheet of black, gold and black alternating fiercely, more and more often, "Lord, Lord! Save my Lord, forgive my Lord—Gawain, Gawain, what shall I say? I wanted to say it but I couldn't! Kabeamia lifted her neck, and finally her consciousness was like a thin armor, stabbed by a spear, and disappeared from her body, and she could only cry out in vain and shamelessly, until countless rainbows flew down, like the lumpy glass in a church being shattered by stone bullets, golden, black, colorful, all dancing in her universe, scattered to the far edge, and the sound of shattering was not dissipated.

At dusk, the various infantry companies of the Red Hand Brigade, in their own order, formed a long column, and under the guidance of the Paulician believers, they were divided into several detachments, which were supervised by various generals and cadres, and circled along the various mountain paths in the mountains on the west bank of the Harris River.

In the middle of the camp, only three companies were left to keep an eye on Theodoro, but it was not necessary, for it was difficult for Theodorus to cross the wide river in haste and pursue them—as long as he could retreat before the emperor's horses arrived. (To be continued.) )