Eagle Byzantium

After Gawain, Agnes and the others entered the small gate of Fanka City, they found that the corridor behind was surrounded by walls. It was a closed spiral passage with stone steps. After walking for a long time, they finally arrived. At the top of the fort, there is a reservoir dug out of a stone trough. Rainwater can satisfy the soldiers guarding the fort all the year round. Gawain raised his eyes and looked down. The towers and fortresses in the city were densely packed together, and the wind howled coldly. "I thought Fanka City was a city like Tarsus or Seleucia, but I didn't expect it. It’s just a small, cramped mountain fort,” Gawain said with some contempt, “It is indeed a suitable place for hyenas to make a nest.”

"The traffic congestion will inevitably lead to the military value here being greater than the economic value." Agnes had some snow falling on her gray hair. She was wrapped in a **** cloak of the same color as her hair and stood beside the reservoir, looking like a fool. Watching the mountain scenery reflected in the sunlight and snow in ecstasy.

"In the past, in order to protect this area and the fortress, Reuben severed ties with Melitene in the north and dug up ancient streets in an attempt to hold back the Turkish invasion wave to the north of the peak barrier. Now, now Traffic must be restored as soon as possible, because I must send troops as soon as possible to seize Melitene." Gawain stood on the wall made of gray-yellow rocks with his hands on his hips. On the crenel, facing the wind and looking at the vast and majestic distance, it seemed that his mind quickly surpassed the city of Fanca, and flew to Melitene with his wings, which he had been chanting, "The future situation is that the Romans will We set off a counterattack and drove the Ogus chiefs out of this plateau... We don’t want to be hyenas to protect ourselves, we want to be lions looking for food.”

Then, the guard warriors escorted Brother Gorpan from the Apostolic Church to Gawain. The Grand Duke stood on the crenel, looking back at him like an eagle, pointing to a building surrounded by woods at the bottom of the mountain. , "Is that your monastery?"

"Yes, my Highness, if you want to eradicate that place and execute me, then please do so." Gorpan, wearing a miter, kept kissing the rosary in his hand, hoping to gain the courage to die through such behavior - —He shuddered when he thought of the great nobleman who had been executed with a sword in front of him in front of the dwarf pine on the marching road.

Gawain jumped down from the crenel and walked to the kneeling Gorpan. "For a person to put death first, it seems that he is very concerned about this kind of thing."

Gorpan seemed to be told something that was on his mind, but he was too embarrassed to admit it and could only press his face tightly against the stone slab on the top of the fort without saying a word.

"I forgive you and everyone in your monastery, whether they are cooks, carpenters or priests. However, you must give me a kiss of loyalty, because now I am the only one armed to protect you. I use my sword. to gain benefits for you, and you use pen and ink to benefit me At your service." After saying that, Gawain stretched out his fingers and stared at Gorpan's eyes without moving. Finally, Gorpan took two steps forward with difficulty, took Gawain's fingers and kissed them a few times. Then he leaned his face against his fingers and rubbed them tremblingly, "Thank you for your forgiveness, Lord."

"Remember to come to Tarsus every year to pay my respects to me on the prescribed date." Gawain quickly took out his fingers, turned around and took out his silk handkerchief and wiped it gently twice, then his eyes fell on Anselm. , suddenly asked, "Dear Patriarch, regarding this war of annihilation against Ruben , with the blessing of your extremely effective weapon consecration, it went very smoothly, as you can see. But what kind of content will you report to the city of Rome? " said Gao. Wen's slender and huge hand pressed on the hilt of the phosphorus fire sword on his belt.

Anselm, who was always standing to the side and did not dare to move, his lowered face was extremely distorted, and his shiny head wrapped in a cloak was trembling. At this time, the duties and principles of a senior clergy reminded him that he must not succumb to Gawain's despotic power should be straight and honest, and report all the contents to your Majesty truthfully, but his eyes saw: Gawain's fingers kept circling the hilt of the sword, as if he could pull out the sword at any time and chop it on his fragile neck... And the extremely beautiful and cold gray-haired girl , as if he were the think tank of this "Babylonian monster with seven horns and ten heads", standing behind the monster, staring at him with indifferent eyes.

"Or have you written something to the relevant personnel in private?" Gawain's tone suddenly became impatient.

"No, no, no." Anselm hurriedly denied, "I will never instigate a relationship between Seleucia and Rome!"

The murderous look in Gawain's light blue eyes became weaker, and then he stepped forward, took his hand off the hilt of the sword, and pressed it on the shoulders of the extremely nervous Anselm. Anselm lowered his head and did not dare to say anything, let alone resist. He could feel the murderous aura flowing from all sides, and could almost hear his own frantic heartbeat, "Master Anselm, your idea is right. Well. Think about it, the power of Seleucia represents the power of you, the Patriarch. Its continued strength will only benefit you. The tithe is also at your personal disposal. How good. Which city do you want to build an altar in? It will all fall into place, and your momentum will grow. Yes, and I heard that the body under the Holy See is also suffering from serious illness, which has reached a serious level. The future is as confusing as the snow mist in front of me. Who can be the future or next Holy See? , it could be you, but it could be any other Cardinal, so take care of your health and safety, and don't make me sad, now that you are on the deck of my Gawain ship, helping this ship sail smoothly to the other side. Be a lighthouse and pray with all your heart!”

After dealing with all this, Gawain walked down the city gate stairs, followed closely by Little Sunfish and the Turkish army servants. "How do we deal with the Corgisson Castle? And how do we arrange the whole situation?" Agnes asked softly.

"The Gimages Brigade is ready to follow the pilgrims southward to attack the Holy City after the appointed time arrives, as a share of my pilgrimage to the East; the Red Hand Brigade and the Red Hand Cavalry, a part of which is stationed near the city of Vanka to maintain law and order, and the main force will quickly and desperately attack the north to capture Melitene, where only the Emir of Danishmond is stationed; the Guardian Brigade will also advance to Kokisong, surround it for a long time, and slowly kill the Armenian rebels inside. If they want to surrender, we can accept it. If they don't surrender, there is no need to keep prisoners when the city falls." Gawain's boots stepped down the steps and walked towards the prince's original residence in the city. "So, I have to use you again during this period, little sunfish - the two heralds are staying in Fort Tranzak to busy themselves with the distribution of land, and Hertomia is serving Anna in Seleucia City and handling the correspondence with Constantinople. Now by my side, only you can help me with miscellaneous affairs and books." (To be continued ~^~)