Eagle Byzantium

Then Lord Sapphobel also strongly requested that he be given the passage to the city of Tarsus and appropriate livestock, because all the mules and horses he and the guards and caravans rode were impounded after entering Seleucia. Management went.

However, in the atrium of Guanyi, the members of the Famous City Council Brotherhood who were responsible for negotiating with him did not want to listen to him and handed him a few more coupons. "Please wait for a few more days. This is the meal and mule service for these days supply coupons for horse feed because Because you are different from Lord Anselm, you have to go to the city of Antioch. Her Royal Highness the Princess in Purple is closely communicating and negotiating with the lords and lords over there. Not to mention anything else, just passing through the Adana and Syria Gate areas will require Multiple customs procedures.”

The copper badge on the chest of the brotherhood's cloak shone in the light of the courtyard, but his face was as cold as ice. After explaining clearly, he warned Lord Safbel to be calm, "I I am a Catholic and I need to do my own liturgy! But this room is absolutely terrible, with craftsmen on one side and unfaithful pilgrims on the other.”

Then the brotherhood replied, "Most of the entire Seleucia region is home to the Orthodox Church. Even the Germans who came from afar have converted to the Orthodox Church, and there are still some Pauline meeting halls available." Sasha was frightened. Faubert hurriedly crossed himself and said that this was the right thing to do. The Lord was extremely ungrateful, "Well, the Grand Duke and the president of the Reformation Church must have been discussing with Mr. Anselm about the establishment of the altar of the Catholic Church. If you have urgent needs, you can contact the palace cupbearer Staurachos. Sir, he is the third person in charge of this matter."

"What, I want to discuss this kind of thing with an incomplete eunuch?" Safbel protested angrily, but no one paid attention - after the brothers bowed and left, the door of the atrium soon appeared. Several sturdy guards blocked the way out for the Archbishop of Pisa and the caravan.

As a result, on the next day, the caravans also rode on mules and donkeys one after another, and with permission from Wenguan, they headed towards the city of Tarsus: Gawain wanted to discuss with them the specific trade matters between Pisa and Seleucia.

As a result, Safbel was left alone. He couldn't leave or stay. He didn't even have a place to worship and pray. The food and treatment were very poor. In the end, even the craftsmen in the left room suddenly left, saying It was to polish some ammunition for Seleucia's stone cannon, leaving only the pair of hungry and thirsty ones. The unparalleled pilgrims, the "dew couple", fought day and night in another room. Over the past few days, Safbel had difficulty eating and drinking, and was so exhausted that he was so weak that his cheekbones turned black, his hands and feet were cold, and he had to be strong. He worked hard to write letters of impeachment to the city of Rome, complaining bitterly about Gawain's "abuse and torture" against him.

At this time, Anselm, who was riding a donkey, also came to the gate of Tarsus, the great city where the Holy Apostle Paul was born, uneasily: he saw the farmers around him in the middle of the autumn harvest, was hired to cut down the reeds around the city, and began to use large instruments to clear the Sid The silted waterway of the Nus River, in these mountainous places, is full of camps of infantry and cavalry. Many flags are waving, and soldiers in armor are walking around, carrying deadly swords. Now Gawain is alone To meet him, I really don't know what terrible actions and plots he has secretly.

Just when the future Patriarch of Seleucia trembled and walked through the courtyard houses one after another under the guidance of the guards, and arrived at the gate of the courtyard where the Grand Duke was at the foot of the Acropolis, he raised his head and looked at this It was the former Emir of Roma's house with a garden. The building of the mansion was simple and elegant, but at the door stood a giant man who was almost two heads taller than himself, wearing heavy armor, with dull and terrifying eyes. He was dragging a tribulus hammer with three iron chains in his hand, and the chains were wrapped around his muscles. on, making a creaking sound.

"Who is this?" As soon as the giant man spoke, the roof tiles trembled, and Anselm was so frightened that he lowered his bald head in the middle and clamped it on his hunched shoulders, as if he was suffering from a cold wave. The injured pheasant did not dare to say a word in response.

At this moment, a young officer with a monk's mushroom head suddenly walked out from the gate. He looked at Anselm with his head shrunk and kept silent with strange eyes, and the lonely little donkey beside him, and then looked at the The giant man whispered a few words to the other soldiers, then took a leather box and said that he had military matters to handle outside the city, and left.

Anselm continued to wait under the scorching sun outside the gate. Sweat crawled onto his collar and neck like worms, making it sticky and painful.

"Ahem, cough, cough," Anselm coughed pitifully, hoping that this would not anger anyone but also attract attention. Following this cough, another officer of medium build, relatively thin, with a lively and lovable face walked out of the door. He looked very friendly and asked, "Where did this noble cleric come from? "

"My name is Anselm. I am from Britain. I have personally received orders from the Holy See. I am also the future Patriarch of the Grand Duke." Anselm hurriedly grasped for life-saving grass as if he was suddenly in the ocean. He said to Wright with his eyes wide open.

With a shocked expression on his face, Wright immediately reprimanded Dim, who complained about the gatekeeper, "This is the Patriarch, but he is from Rome, sent by the Pope of St. Peter. It is really not easy to come to a remote place like ours in Seleucia. The Grand Duke specifically asked us to pay attention to the reception before he left, why did you turn people away? "

"But I kept asking him, but he didn't tell me. I'm the gatekeeper, the flag bearer of the Grand Duke's guards. I have to keep unidentified visitors out." Dim retorted, and the two began to argue back and forth. Anselm smiled and waited for a long time before he dared to ask cautiously whether the Grand Duke was not in the mansion.

"Oh, yes. The Grand Duke has taken his guards and rode to Syria Gate to attend an extremely important lord meeting. I'm afraid he won't be back for a few days. If you have anything to say, just tell me. I'm the Grand Duke's herald officer, and the other one who just went out will take full charge of the remaining affairs." Wright made a very clever invitation gesture and let Anselm enter the inner courtyard of the mansion. "Meals and accommodation are all fine. And do you want that, that, um, um..." Wright hugged Anselm's shoulders, who was much older, a little too intimately, and winked.

"No, no, no." Anselm hastily refused. "I'm just... here to assist the Grand Duke in his post in Seleucia, to supervise the construction of local Catholic churches and the guidance of believers."

"Is it about churches and tithes? That's no problem at all! The Grand Duke has authorized me to deal with all of them." Wright patted his chest, and then in the inner hall he asked Anselm to sit down, while he stood there dancing and waving files and drawings around, talking about how to build church altars in Tarsus, Cis City, Seleucia, and Alaman, and how to ensure that the goods produced by those fields can pay tithes. Anselm could only sit on the chair with a wry smile, listening to this overly lively herald talking endlessly, spitting and thinking in his heart, "Where the hell did Gawain go?" (To be continued ~^~)