After a day in the wilderness, Egil could finally stop putting up with the mosquitoes and the unseasoned, half-cooked meat. It's just that the bad breath of those white idiots of the Rus' nobles, as well as their strong body smell, still have to endure for a while - damn it, why don't everyone in this world love cleanliness as much as the Normans?

Thinking about such a question, Egil looked in the mirror a few times, admired his appearance from all angles, looked at the shadow and felt self-pity, and then stroked his face and said the words of extreme narcissism: "Ah...... What a beautiful person. ”

"Are you a white idiot?" So Egil's mind immediately came up with the voice of his cheap sister Aurora - then again, recently, this duchess, who had a very good sound and light effect when she appeared, seemed to be marginalized recently, and she didn't even spit out much. The reason is that I am very entangled and do not want to be a light bulb.

Watching her cheap brother hug a different girl OOXX every night, Aurora doesn't know what to think in her heart. But her mind is connected to Egil, and she can't even look at it if she doesn't want to......

"Those who say that others are white idiots are white idiots!"

Of course, Aurora's tangled psychology Egil didn't know and didn't want to know. Anyway, Egil was just a little bored and wanted to find something to do for himself. And her cheap sister is a very suitable object, that's all.

In this way, a little narcissistic tendencies were developed, and early on: handsome, this trait that can increase the popularity of the people by ten percent and reduce the morale of a little bit Egir fell into the time of bickering with his cheap sister. Of course, part of the reason for this is that the little nun was not brought in, and there was no entertainment object at night. So I had to make do with it.

After all, the little nun is not like Sonya, but she still has the identity of a personal guard. It's okay for Egil to take her with him, but if the subject is Maria, it's going to be a gossip. After all, it doesn't matter if everyone does something in private. But it's worse on the table. Insulting nuns was no small thing in the Middle Ages. He couldn't be burned at the stake—though in Egil's capacity, no one dared to interrogate him. But for this little thing to lose face, the prestige has plummeted, and I don't calculate.

So I can only endure it. Quarrel with Aurora and quarrel. Listening to Aurora's glutinous and very lustful voice, it still has a certain effect of quenching the thirst of the plum.

Although Wangmei's thirst quenching is actually not very reliable, it can only relieve a little fatigue for a while. If you don't end up eating the girl, I mean the plum, you're probably going to get hungrier...... However, pretentious people like Egil don't want to rely on their hands. So it's actually quite hard. But what else can be done, there are many Ross people in the other tents outside. However, all of them are as strong as polar bears, and even if there are two of them with good looks occasionally, they can't compare to a few of his own girls in Egil's opinion.

However, Egil is Egil, and the others are other people—though they have gradually integrated into the society, and sometimes almost forget that they have crossed over. But as long as he saw the people of this world, the different aesthetics, Egil found it difficult to accept - no, in such a place, they are the part of the "many", so the statement should become: The Norman Emperor has a different aesthetic.

So, although Egil looked down on the Rus, or the Slavic women. But this was not the case with the knights of the Guards under his command. A few knights of the Guards sprang into action, and fought with the Slavic or Rus' noble sisters. And although it is said, the first target of the noble sisters is definitely Egil. But after a few soft nails in the handsome Norman emperor, the wise man will retreat. The little sisters of the noble clan cursed at the same time: "Sexually incompetent dead." "On the one hand, he began to seduce the knights of the Guards who seemed to have a promising future.

Egil was very unbelievable to find that some of his guard knights had managed to soak in those Rus' noble women, and left under his extremely surprised gaze: Sorry lord, you also understand us a little, we are also men, so I'm sorry hahaha- like this, mixed with smug and apologetic expressions, and then quickly ran to the nearby woods and snapped. ,

"I'll wipe it!"

Egil was astonished—did those white idiots think I was jealous of them?, no—don't be fooled by their lace underwear—look at the big pores of the thighs down there!

The most unacceptable thing is that this group of scum dares to show off in front of themselves! It is as if someone else is walking around in front of them with a rotten orange. When I ate it, I was so loud that I almost splashed the slightly stinky juice on my face!

I, Le, a, rub !!!

Beyond that, Egil could hardly find the most appropriate and civilized words to describe how he was feeling right now. At the same time, Egil was once again glad that he had met a gentle and virtuous girl like Artoria.

"Hani, where are you?! I miss you so much......"

After once again seeing the heavy aesthetics of medieval Europeans, Egil hid in his tent, covered his ears with feather pillows, and rolled around on the bed. Saying such things is a way to reduce the psychological trauma caused by the pollution of your eyes. After that, he distracted himself by arguing with Aurora, so that the soundproofing outside the tent was not very good, and the slightly exaggerated sound of the bed and the "popping" of the limbs colliding could seem less harsh.

In this way, Egil was tortured for a night, and at the same time, he felt that the mosquitoes that only sucked a little bit of his blood compared to those human-female creatures that did not fit his own aesthetics were so cute...... Of course, the cuter thing about the mosquito is that it provokes Egil, who can shoot it to death without any scruples.

But these Rus' and Slavs could not, although the night had already passed. But Egil had to continue to put up with the disgusting feeling of these guys, and took them to Gomel, a small city on the border between Belarus and Ukraine, where he is now stationed, and feasted them again.

That's it, Egil's meeting with Ukraine, as well as some nobles in Belarus, is divided into two steps: first meet in the suburbs, the two sides talk about it, and find out the bottom of it. By the way, I will also dispel the taboo psychology of these nobles, and let them know that Egil does not want to take this opportunity to destroy them and annex their territory. If you can't talk in the suburbs, it's easier to escape.

And in the second step, Egil patted his chest to vouch for the vested interests of these guys, and said: "I don't care about the affairs of your territory, I just need to send troops when I need it, and pay tribute every New Year's Day, and that's it." ”

The Rus' nobles felt that Egil's condition was not excessive—in fact, the relationship between the king and the vassals in the era of the feudal establishment was basically like this. Although Egil also did the work of destroying people in his early years, he was in England. It is 108,000 miles away from Ukraine, so the Rus' nobles heard more about the rumors that fairness was being made public when Egil led the crusade to Eastern Rome. Yesterday, I saw Egil's real person, and compared it with the rumors. Then the conclusion comes.

It can be seen that maintaining a good reputation is still very necessary for the monarch.

The Ross nobles, as well as Egil and his knights, hurried in the morning for a simple breakfast—mostly bread and leftover roasts. After that, he followed Egil to Gomel. Came to the villa that Egil had temporarily leased, which had been renovated and renovated by the Norman engineers, and then naturally the cooks brought by Egil with the army took out their efforts to make the best dishes - at this moment, because of the full preparation, the shoddy phenomenon that had appeared in Swabia before did not appear, and the fried chicken, steak truffle foie gras caviar, all of them were full of color, flavor, and flavor.

Of course, it would be better if these damn Ukrainian nobles didn't take a bite to say, "No?!, it's spiced!", so the buns are full of flavor.

"Patience, I've endured it for a day and a night, not for a short time!" said Egil, sipping his wine as he reminded himself, and then accepted the toast of another Ross nobleman with a smile, and drank the whole glass of wine with a quick drink, and then poured it over to prove that he had drunk it all.

Immediately afterwards, the Ross people clapped their hands and cheered. After this, a Rus' nobleman, who had already benefited from the Normans, rose to his feet and climbed to the top of the large oval table with the help of the guards beside him. Shouting loudly with all his might, it attracted the attention of all the Rus' nobles.

"Everyone, please listen to me!" he shouted as the other Rus' nobles grew quieter, and only whispered, "What is he going to say about that fearless Ivanov, a real vile villain and a shameless coward?"