The red-robed knight strode into the tavern with two guards, and looked around to find His Majesty sitting in the corner, drinking wine.

He came closer, looked at the wine glasses on the table, and couldn't help frowning deeply: "Your Majesty, why did you run out alone?" ”

Richard looked disapprovingly at his loyal captain of the Earl Guard, "Come and try the Coptic Caracale, it's the strongest wine I've ever drunk in years." ”

"Your Majesty!"

The Captain of the Earl Guard accentuated, "You shouldn't have left us alone and traveled. ”

Richard's eyebrows were slightly raised, and a trace of impatience flashed between his eyebrows: "Okay, Fuller, with my strength, what can go wrong?" You're around me, and even I feel like I'm in danger, and I'm distracted to take care of you. ”

Fuller was speechless for a moment.

He saw Richard, who had drawn his sword in the stone, slash to death a giant sea serpent entrenched in a trench as he sailed out of Rendenwick, and the sea was cleaved out of the ravine by sword, just like Moses in mythology.

This extraordinary power, beyond ordinary people's imagination, is indeed beyond the threat of ordinary assassins.

"But your Majesty, this is the Holy Land, and your opponent, the Marquis of Lothar, is also a sovereign with extraordinary powers, and he has many witches under his command, even dragons have fallen to him more than once. Besides, even if the Marquis of Lothar doesn't do anything to you, those Saracens also have terrifying power, otherwise they wouldn't be able to control the dragon. ”

"Fuller, the monarch whose intrigue cannot bury the Mandate of Heaven."

Richard's face was full of confidence, and there was a slight setback in the military discussion, which was no longer visible on his face at this time: "If I will one day fall into a desperate situation from which I cannot extricate myself, it must be my Heavenly Father who has abandoned me, and I should die with anger instead of lingering." ”

"Just like King Arthur, pull out the sword in the stone as the king, and throw away the king's sword to die."

"Your Majesty, the story of King Arthur is just a legend."

Richard patted his saber and couldn't help but smile: "You stubborn old dog, I have seen the fairy in the lake, I also pulled out the legendary sword in the stone, and I also obtained the king's sword given to me by the queen, and now Fuller, do you still think the story of King Arthur is just a legend?" ”

His tone paused slightly, and his face was slightly red: "I am the new King of the Albion Kings, the King of Eternity, the Monarch of Destiny, Pendragon!" ”

In his words, there was not much respect for the legendary King Arthur.

Although Albion scholars have been trying to link the Norman royal family to the lineage of King Arthur, this is merely a propaganda ploy to justify the Norman conquest of the Anglo-Saxons.

This is what is known as "false claims".

After all, King Arthur is actually a Celtic, although the king's bloodline is beyond the boundaries of race, but the king of the Celts is still not in the eyes of this young monarch who is as ambitious as a lion.

Earl Fuller frowned and said: "In short, Your Majesty, the next time you go out, you must bring at least a team of guards, you also saw the marquis's travel honor guard today, as the king of Albion, can't you even compare to a marquis of the East?" ”

It seems that he didn't expect Fuller to have something to say.

Richard walked past him with some impatience: "Old thing, you are a little too annoying, and if I had known that this was the case, I should have thrown you to Rendenwick to be the Minister of Administration, instead of following me to make noise." ”

Count Fuller stopped talking.

For he saw outside the tavern a group of hussars galloping by.

"Alright, old thing, let's go back to the camp, and tomorrow, if our 'commander' doesn't have a military order, we'll pick a Saracen castle and lay it down as our foothold."

Fuller hesitated, "Are we going to part with Cardinal Sebastian?" ”

Richard stroked the saber at his waist and said with a smile: "King, there is no habit of sending people under the fence, not to mention that Sebastian is a fool, he doesn't even have a commendable place to stay." Fuller, you have to keep in mind that after he has set up the teleportation array, he has no use for us. ”

He paused slightly, and sneered: "So, don't treat him as our person, even if I need allies, I won't look for this kind of villain who sells his ass to get to the top." ”

Deeper into the countryside, Lothar saw many things that she would not normally notice.

He saw people using an irrigation tool called Shaduff to divert water from the lower places to the higher places, using a kind of vertical water wheel to pull clean water out of deep wells driven by buffalo and donkeys.

Plump-lipped, brown-skinned Copts carry crockpots on their heads to bring water home;

The Copts were far more skilled than the Franks in agricultural production, especially in the use of limited water sources.

At the head of the village, the square, and the end of the village, there is a shrine dedicated to the sun god Ra, that is, the god Amun, who is the supreme god among the old Egyptian gods.

In the square in the center of the village is an altar of the Holy Fire, and next to the altar, the humble little house, with its four-cornered split cross, is clearly the church of the Copts.

Lothar went straight to the church, talked to the priest for a while, and looked at the village chief with a frown.

The village chief said with some embarrassment: "My lord, our village is planning to convert the altar of the holy fire into a church, but it has not been time for a while."

"Haven't you had time?"

Lothar felt a little funny.

"Will you not be in time until I drive the Saracens out of Egypt once and for all?"

The village chief's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly explained: "No, of course not, my master, after you leave, we will immediately start to rebuild the Christian church, and all the Copts will rejoice in returning to the bosom of Christ." ”

Rejoiced

Not necessarily.

Lothar shook his head: "The Saracens will not return, as your new lord, I will not ban the Zoroastrian faith, but in my territory, the church, will always be higher than the altar of the Holy Fire. ”

The village chief nodded hurriedly and said, "My lord, follow your teachings. ”

Lothar nodded, exchanged crosses with the priest in the church, and turned to leave.

There's a feast going on in the village, but he's gone along the way, and he already knows what he wants to know, and he doesn't really have the idea of getting involved.

See the big in the small.

The idea of the Copts is actually quite clear.

That is to sit back and wait for the two sides to fight for the result, and whoever wins, will help whomever he wants.

The way to never be defeated is to always be on the side of the winner.

This is the simple way of life of the Copts, or the leaders of the Copts, as long as the Crusaders do not shake their fundamental interests, even if the Crusaders are more vampires than the Saracens, they will not resist.

If you want to get their loyal support, in the short term, it should be no fun.

Dividing the field to win over the lower class is still a good way to be invincible.

But it was the upper echelons who held the power, and Lothar had not yet gained a foothold in Egypt, so he could not do it, and it was impossible to push these local, entrenched Copts to the Saracens.

He turned his head, looked at the village chief who respectfully saw him go, and muttered to himself: "It seems that it is time to continue the march, at least, first hold the entire Nile Delta in your hands, otherwise, the people's hearts will be unstable, and the newly occupied land will never be stable." ”