Although King Philip was indeed standing beside Egil at that time, he did not have the good eyesight of Egil, nor did he have the telescope in Egil's hand, nor did he wear armor that could make people react faster, as Egil did....... So at that time, he only saw a black shadow flash by, and then Saladin's head disappeared. Thinking about that scene now, I'm still a little cautious. How is it possible to figure out what happened?

"Hahaha......" Philip smiled awkwardly, but didn't speak. The crowd acquiesced to what Egil had said. They urged Egil and asked him who had killed Saladin. This is a great achievement, and the position of the Prince of Jerusalem makes the Holy City even more important. This man is a step to the sky. It's comparable to Baldwin back then.

"Of course. Egil chuckled and clapped his hands, and two strong men walked in outside the tent. One after the other, carrying a cage. And everyone took a closer look. Although the cage was wrapped in black cloth, if you look closely, you can still tell that there is something faintly inside, it should be a beast. The thing roared uneasily, whirling around in the cage. With claws and teeth, they kept biting at the steel railing, as if trying to destroy the cage.

"It seems to be a dog, a leopard, or something like that...... Could it be that Saladin was bitten off his head by that kind of thing...... Well, it's not impossible. The faces of all the Crusader generals present were a little ugly. Is it child's play to make Egil so joking and let an animal be the prince of Palestine?

The two Norman men lifted the cage to Egil's side and lowered it, then saluted and walked out briskly. Egil walked over slowly, crouched down, lifted the black cloth, and then took out the key to open the cage.

At first, the thing let out a low, wary growl in its throat as Egil approached, but after smelling a familiar smell and seeing a familiar person. The low roar turned into a pitiful whine. As if begging Egil to help her.

"Be nice. I'll let you out right away. "If anyone looks closely, they will find that Egil has an inconspicuous black ring on the middle finger of his right hand. It was the reward he received from the system that day, the Grand Druid Ring that could understand the words of animals and plants.

However, things did not turn out as most people imagined. When the cage was opened, what they saw was not fur of any color, but a smooth, large patch of exposed skin that belonged to human features. Then, following Egil's hand, the Norman emperor pulled out of the cage not a jackal, tiger or leopard, but a woman with short blond hair, a short leather skirt, and a white robe.

"Let me introduce you, you -- this is Miss Aien, the widow of Nur al-Din Mahmud. At the same time, he was also the hero who killed Saladin, the pagan devil. ”

Although she was so introduced, the heroine did not give the crusader monarchs a good look. Instead, he leaned over Egil's side and looked at them with a wary look.

"Well, that, because Ayn had some accidents in her early years, she was once raised by a lioness for a while. So the behavior was a little strange - of course that wasn't the point, the point was that she killed Saladin. Therefore, I propose that she be the Princeess of Palestine. ”

"This ...... She seems, seems to be a heretic?", Henry, Duke of Bavaria, asked uncertainly. ...,

"You can't say that. Egil shook his head and said very seriously, "Aien she has converted to God and returned to the right path. There is no problem with her being the Lady Prince of Palestine. ”

"But she doesn't seem to be capable of accomplishing anything! she can't even speak!" "On the other side, Duke Swabia, another henry, complained loudly, "It is a joke to have such a man as the ruler of the Holy Land!"

"Then who do you think is qualified to be Prince of Palestine?" said Egil, chuckling, undisguised contempt, to Frederick's son.

"You—" Seeing Egil's threatening gaze, Henry quickly became speechless. The young duke hung his head, imagining how he would avenge his father by breaking Egil's body into pieces. However, now it seems that he has only a small Swabian, and he can only think about it.

"Even if you say so, what the duke said is not unreasonable. On the other side, after hearing his interpreter tell him the words of the conversation in Greek, Basil II frowned and said, "The Holy Land of Jerusalem is no better than any other place. I think you should think about it again. ”

"Is this...... Hehe. It was the Eastern Roman Emperor who spoke, and Egil's attitude was noticeably much better. He took the hand of the girl called Aien and sat back in his seat. The future Palestinian prince crouched beside him, rubbing her head against his arm in a gesture of affection, while Egil rubbed her hair. In the eyes of the monarchs, such a scene has an indescribable ambiguous feeling.

"What is this, the Emperor and the Beast? But the woman is pretty good-looking. The most important thing is that it is very interesting...... And also Arab pagans...... Hmm......" For a while, many people looked at the girl who Egil called love, and their eyes lit up.

"I still have a problem, though. At this time, Basil II, as if curious, and as if questioning, asked, "I want to know how she killed Saladin." ”

"Uh-huh......" Egil stroked Ain's hand slightly downward, hooked her jaw, kneaded, and gently opened her mouth, revealing two rows of shiny teeth. Ain, however, didn't seem to mind Egir doing this, and continued to look at Egir with flattering eyes, while sticking out his tongue and licking the back of Egir's hand.

"I seem to have said before that she was raised by lions for a while. I learned a lot of hunting skills that ordinary humans shouldn't know...... And this girl's physical fitness is also much better than the average person...... So, naturally, the way she killed Saladin was ......" said Egil, and none of the people present were fools, and they understood it halfway through Egil's words. Then he gasped. The gaze that looked at her also added a little fear.

"Do you mean...... Did this guy bite Saladin's head off with his teeth?!" thought to the princes of the continent.

"But...... But isn't this too ......?"

"Hahaha......" Egir laughed, and said in a smug tone that played everyone, "Naturally, he used a knife." ”

......

At that time, the faces of the princes of the European continent were so ugly and ugly. He almost wanted to unite and take Egil down, and then beat him up.

"She did have an early experience of being raised by a lioness. But later, he was found by people loyal to Nur al-Din and brought back again. After a series of tosses, it fell into the hands of the Assasin sect. They hid it from Saladin. It seems to be an attempt to use Aien as a bargaining chip, or a weapon against Saladin. And Ain was trained by them to be an extremely good warrior. That's it. ”...,

"Warriors, or rather killers. Attila, the king of Hungary, muttered quietly, and slashed at Ain's hands—indeed, unlike ordinary girls, strong, calloused hands. If you look closely at her body, it is indeed not as weak as an ordinary girl, but extremely toned and explosive. It's like some kind of big cat.

“...... Well, that's it. You don't have anything to ask, do you?" said Egil, who continued to rub Ain's hair, and the lioness cub lay comfortably on Egil's knees and began to doze off.

"No, though for this ...... There is no doubt about the background of this Miss Aiin. And most of her exploits are true, but I still feel that her mental condition is not suitable to be a prince of Palestine. Philip, King of France, said.

"You seem to be overthinking. Egil chuckled, "Do you think the position of the Prince of Palestine is important?"

"Of course, as the ruler of heaven on earth, this position can't be said to be unimportant in any way, right?" replied Philip.

"No, no, no. The kingdom of heaven on earth that you speak of has not yet appeared—do not forget, Jerusalem has been purified, and it is not a large, prosperous city, but a white land. Egil chuckled and said.

“...... So, what are your plans, Your Majesty?" Philip asked after a moment's pause.

"Three years. Egir held up three fingers and said, "I, Norman, will take three years to remake a new holy city worthy of holy Catholicism." At the same time, during these three years, I taught Prince Aien how to be a proper ruler. And during these three years, the Prince of Palestine has the throne but no power. What do you think of that?"

"It's still in your crotch, bastard, faint king!" The princes of Olu couldn't help but curse in their hearts as they looked at Aien licking the back of Egil's hand like a kitten, but in this way, they had no reason to object......

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