After that, Aurora snorted lightly, not knowing what he meant.

Then he said, "Not to mention, there are still a lot of things for me to deal with, and when will you come back? I have never seen you in the East leave such a big country behind for so long. ”

"I'm sorry. Egil chuckled, he wouldn't die if he said two good words anyway: "Anyway, there is such a smart and capable sister in the house, what am I afraid of?"

"Hmph, those sweet words are reserved for other women. I'm not going to eat you. With that, Aurora's image of Egil vanished.

"Other women," Egir shrugged, wondering if it was jealousy. But it is true that he is indeed preparing to go to "other women".

"I'm sorry I'm a promiscuous man. Egil shrugged his shoulders without sincerity, and then walked happily towards Joan of Arc's tent. While saying, "Joan of Arc, I'm coming in." Then he was hugged by Maria, who rushed to him and threw herself into his arms.

"Master, master, master, you haven't come to play with Maria for so long, Maria misses you so much" [The little nun said this as she rubbed her little face against Egil's xiōng.

"Am I not here?"

"Don't you want to get rid of Mary?"

"No, it seems that you are such a lovely girl, no one will be willing to let you go even for a short time. ”

"Really?"

"Of course it's true. ”

"I'm a favorite host!" said Egil, rubbing Maria's little head, and raised his head a little to meet Joan of Arc's eyes.

"I'm sorry. After a while, Egil lowered his eyes slightly, and then said this to Joan of Arc.

"Anyway, it's best if you're safe. Joan of Arc wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then smiled at lù: "You're tired too." You seem to be busy, do you want to take a break?"

"Don't. ”

Joan of Arc was slightly surprised that Egil had rejected her offer.

"I can't always leave you aside. Egil chuckled, "Let's talk." ”

De blushed slightly, nodded and agreed to Egil's words.

"It's been a hard time for you lately. 、。 In this way, Egil seemed to be holding the little one

Holding Maria like a child, she sat down beside Joan of Arc's chuáng, and then said this.

Joan of Arc finally couldn't help it, threw herself into Egil's arms, and said with tears in her eyes, "You...... I like to make girls cry. ”

"It's my pleasure. Egil took a deep breath and hugged Joan of Arc as well. The two of them completely ignored the little nun Maria, who was struggling and saying, "I'm so sad I can't breathe," and immersed themselves in the world of the two people......

October 3, 1003. The Norman army of 100,000 troops was stationed on the outskirts of Rome and was paraded in front of the Papal Hall with the permission of the Pope. The Norman king Egil saw the holy face.

This time, however, was different from the previous time, when the Seventeen-Nation Alliance joined forces under the city of Rome. They bargained for a long time before finally allowing some of the elite troops to enter Rome, although the Second Battle of Budapest was the result of an undefeated victory. However, in the propaganda of the Papal States, it was the Norman warriors led by Egir who succeeded and taught the Eastern Roman heretics a thorough and ruthless lesson. Let them weep bitterly and wail in the wilderness. In the end, he had to give up the Kingdom of Hungary, which had already been obtained, and cede the land and pay reparations.

Christendom again, and again, and will continue to triumph. And it was the Pope himself who brought about this victory. The youngest and greatest ruler of Christchurch's highest achievement.

Egilska de la Grímsson, yesterday's king of the Norman kingdom, and today, the emperor of the Norman Empire.

It's as if all the young people who have achieved great things show off in front of his elders. In a tone disguised as modest, "but in fact he was proud, asking for comments, but in fact he just wanted someone to say good things, and introduced his elite generals to the Pope's Holy See standing at his right hand side one by one." Let this old pope with a deep understanding of the city understand his power, and the power of the Norman kingdom.

"This is the royal knights, this is the heavy cavalry, this is the hoplites, this is the longbowmen, this is the light assault infantry, this is the hoplite assault infantry ......",

Egil continued to point to the soldiers who had walked past the Papal Chamber, dressed in fully armed, new and shiny armor, and fresh and shiny new robes from Italy.

They walked in a neat stride, holding weapons that looked like they were not used for military parades or ceremonies at all, but for killing. And as the army marched more and more, Pope Innocent III seemed to be a little overwhelmed. I don't know if it was because he was shocked by the killing of these soldiers, or because he had been standing on the right for too long, and the tuǐ part was a little insufficient, in short, the spiritual leader of Christendom began to sweat on his forehead, his hands involuntarily trembled slightly, and his body shook, as if he was going to fall down at any time, but Egil did not understand the Pope's mind at all. Either deliberately ignoring them, or ignoring them because he was too excited, Egil still pointed at the troops with gusto.

"These are conscripts from Scandinavia, these are conscripts from the British Isles, these are warriors from the Scottish Highlands, and these, the Franks"

It's as if the army never ends. And the aging Pope clearly does not want to be inferior to a secular king who is not yet twenty years old. So he still held on in front of him, and stopped several bishops of the Papal States who wanted to come up and advise with his eyes.

Eventually, when the parade was over, the Pope even felt that his twin tuǐ had become completely numb. He was almost unable to walk, which also left a very deep impression on him: the Norman king Egil was an extremely arrogant king.

Also, the Norman army seemed to have more stars than the stars in the sky, and finally, the moving moment began.

The Pope, supported by the two cardinals, walked into the papal hall, where the bishops of the Papal States, who had been waiting impatiently, as well as the Norman military leaders, and emissaries from other kingdoms. The emissaries from the vassal states of the Holy Roman Empire were the most indignant. At the same time, they also seemed to be the most excluded group, after all, at the beginning of the battle of Budapest, the Holy Roman Empire did not make any efforts.

And their previous failures have been reduced to useless work. People will not notice that the Holy Roman Empire is at war with the Eastern Roman Empire, and how much personnel and supplies are consumed by the latter, they will only notice that the Holy Roman Empire has failed. And the Norman kingdom, as well as the combined forces of France and Italy, succeeded, this is the gap.

So in spite of the sullenness, in spite of the shouting, "This is ridiculous!", "This is the most unforgivable betrayal!", "It is a farce!", this is completely the wailing of the defeated dog. This is the best embellishment as a winner. Hatred, jealousy, the most vicious invective and sarcasm, how can a successful person not be treated like this? Or rather, only a successful person can enjoy such treatment.

Egil thought so, with a confident smile, and then glanced at his most trusted spy chief, Norman's intelligence director, Nemulis, who was hiding in the crowd. After receiving the latter's faint nod, there was no more concern. He strode towards the Pope, who was also dressed in a splendid robe, and the clergyman, who held a second crown, still made of fine iron.

At this moment, Egil was wearing a pure black sè and gold-trimmed military uniform of the later generations, with epaulettes on his shoulders, and a knight's medal with a purple ribbon on his mouth with a Norman inscription: Dedicated to the Guardian of Christ, the most powerful knight in the world.

Egir wears two rings on his right hand, one of which is a heraldic ring of solid gold and is worn on the index finger, and the other is a diamond-encrusted wedding ring on the ring finger. This little decoration made Egil's whole person look a little nobler, and at the same time, after three hours of unremitting efforts with the little nun, Egil looked radiant and unusually energetic. Behind him, two clergymen dragged the hem of his specially replaced, red-scarlet cloak. So that it doesn't fall to the ground.

Behind Egil, a knight in heavy plate armor was lined up in two rows of knights in heavy plate armor who had not even taken off their helmets. Follow behind Egil.

The young, handsome, and confident smile of the would-be emperor won the admiration of the vast majority of people as soon as he appeared. Even the envoy of the Holy Roman Empire, who was extremely annoyed in his heart, had to admit it, and whispered: "If you want to choose the most beautiful king in Christendom, then it must be this guy......"

Eventually, Egil stopped in front of the Pope, smiled, and without saying a word, looked at the spiritual leader of Christendom. And whether it was sincere or pretended, the Pope also showed tolerance and a kind smile to him.

"Congratulations, my child. The Pope said: "You know, there are not many people who can receive such an honor, even if you look through all the history books." ”

"I am deeply honored. Egil took a deep breath, then bowed his head, drew a cross in his mouth, and then knelt down on one knee before Pope Innocent III: "And I feel a great responsibility..."!.