In the scarlet tent in the palace district, the brightly lit and resupplied Gawain was sitting at the dining table and eating a grand and exquisite dinner, which he had eaten alone, Hetomia. Miss Orson played the stirring organ on the side.

He started with the soup and dessert before the meal, and poured a small cup of cod and pepper soup into his mouth.

In front of the fortress of the Pisans, the captain of the Maronite mercenary saw the arrival of the soldiers with fires, and thought that Bohemond had sent them to protect them, so he stepped forward, and the men in the cloak instructed, "This fellow is the first evil to insult the pilgrim lady!" The Norman flag officer who raised his sword immediately swung his sword to slash, the captain exclaimed and raised his hand to block, who expected that the flag officer's other hand pulled out the iron thistle hammer with chains from the holster behind him, a bloody light, the mercenary captain was smashed to the ground on the spot, and the other soldier grabbed the captain's hair and stabbed the opponent's throat with a sword.

After drinking the soup, Gawain twisted the toothpick with his fingers, and with a single stroke, tied up a bunch of sweet and sour Corinthian grapes, and stuffed it into his mouth.

In front of the fortress, the surging soldiers, plus a large number of pilgrims who came one after another, raised their swords and swung axes, one after another, to cut down the fleeing mercenaries, and then stepped on to chop them into meat sauce and pieces, and the last few mercenaries fled towards the fortress, but the people on the city gate hurriedly pulled up the hanging door, and a row of angry soldiers stabbed them with sharp spears, piercing them who had no way to retreat, pulling them out, and stabbing them again, piercing them all into holes, and slowly falling down and dying, blood smeared the wooden planks of the hanging door.

As Hertomia played the organ, she began to sing an ethereal hymn, and Gawain carried her on her back and began to squint gracefully, and with a small instrument made of ivory and silver edge, he pried open the shell of the Afrikaner lobster coated with egg whites, and brought the firm, sweet meat inside to his mouth.

The fortresses, shouting angrily, set fire to the fire, climbed up the fences and towers, one by one, the top wearing helmets, ignoring the arrows of the mercenaries of Pisa above, and the cavalry axes, cut the iron cables on the hanging doors, and with a thud, they fell to the ground, and all of them waved and cursed and rushed in with their weapons, and they killed everyone on sight: mercenaries, slaves, hired hands, actuary, etc.

At this moment, Mu Zafei Adin next to him pinched his nose and served Gawain a cherry pork roast pie, Gawain waved his hand, telling the person of the creed not to stand anymore, so as not to be embarrassed, and then grabbed the baked pie, and took a bite of it, Gawain's furrowed brows also relaxed, and his nostrils began to bubble with comfortable heat: this feeling was like suddenly hugging a lovely, fair-skinned and tender virgin like Anna.

In the courtyard of the Pisa Chamber of Commerce, there were many dead bodies, panicked Pisbians crawled everywhere, some lying down next to the dead bodies, trying to confuse, but the soldiers ran over with their weapons, and the following pilgrim civilians were even more murderous, they held bright and sharp pitchforks, and stabbed wildly at any body, regardless of whether it was dead or injured or alive, and then people piled up the washed out wooden fence and set it on fire, and threw the corpses they had killed on top of them, and some of them were not dead, screaming and crawling out with the charred lower body, He was beaten to death with iron rods. Moniqueny's most personal Moorish bodyguard did not dare to resist at all, and some of them were cut down by the beastly soldiers, and the rest begged to surrender, only to be pushed and kicked into the basement of the Chamber of Commerce, accompanied by mountains of charcoal and forage, and then the soldiers in the lead cursed and locked the iron grille that pressed the exit, and kept throwing torches inside, and the flames rose up, instantly burning the floor under their feet, mixed with the death dances and howls of the people inside.

In the midst of the song, Muzafiadin came forward again, and served the Grand Duke tender cooked lamb, which is said to be a famous dish of the Syrian Greeks, the lamb was specially sent by Gregor, and it was still in the stage of feeding, Gawain wiped his mouth slowly with a silk napkin, and then put in another small cup the precious rose jam, which is also a Syrian specialty, red and lovely, and then mixed with the white and holy lamb, rolled on the two, so that Gawain's appetite was aroused again.

Moniqueni, who was about to flee from the pier by the Falfa River with his slaves in a box full of gold and silver coins, found that the path to the courtyard there was blocked by a large group of people, covered in blood, with fierce eyes and carrying various murder weapons, and approached him. Monnickini screamed, but the rioters did not hesitate to lift his daughter up and smash her to death at the mill in the courtyard, blood dripping down the trough, and then put his son against the corner and stabbed him alive with his spear, and the two lamb-like children withered like flowers.

"Hetomia, I had a great time at this meal, may I have a glass of wine?" Gawain looked at the wine from Cyprus in front of him, and actually wanted to break the vows.

"No, you can't." Hetomia, who had stopped playing, said coldly, she was now in the position of Gawain's head of the house, and then she came over and took the jug of wine directly.

Gawain shook his head and smiled, then forked a piece of roasted medium-rare venison with an iron fork, brought it to his mouth, took it in one gulp, and chewed it slowly.

Moniqueni's limbs were cut off one by one by the rioting soldiers and pilgrims, and thrown into the fire to be burned, and finally he was bleeding profusely, screaming and writhing like a lizard with his hands and feet cut off, but the people gathered around him, and the scolding became even more boiling, and they demanded that he confess that he was a believer in the evil god Mammon before he died, and asked him to renounce his faith in Christ, but Moniqueny refused.

"How deeply this cult god's followers are hidden!" Many people lassoed the head of the dying consul of Pisa with the chews of animals, and then hung him from a tree in the courtyard, leaving him to die in a wail.

At this moment, Gawain finally finished eating, and stood up contentedly, and Hetomia next to him stepped forward and reminded, "There is one more thing you have to do in today's agenda, Grand Duke. ”

"What's the matter?" Gawain was obviously a little tired, after all, the battle and famine a few days ago were simply physical torture.

"The disposition of that Bartholomew."

"I almost forgot about it, I'm going to invite Godfrey, Baldwin, Raymond and Bohemond to come along." After Gawain had finished speaking, Hetomia handed over the robe to the cloak, "Call the guards, and come with me to St. Andrew's Church." (To be continued.) )