Eagle Byzantium

The tide came, and after the sea battle was over, Bohemond saw a Cypriot sailor's body, swollen with water, washed here and swaying back and forth, only fifty feet away from his sight. The other party's helmet had fallen into the deep sea, and his hair was floating on the water. A sharp musket arrow was erected on his back, and a charred burning wound formed around it. It was this arrow shot from the copper clam that killed him.

"What does this mean?" Bohemond swallowed his saliva.

"Did Gawain save us again?" Richard, who was also stunned, answered slowly.

"No, no." Bohemond was thoughtful, looking at the bloody sunset and the messy sea. "This battle seems to mean that Apsomatus has fallen out with Gawain. From now on, Tarsus will be attacked from all sides, which is exactly what the emperor wants, that is, to form an encirclement of Gawain. After the war begins, only the Kingdom of Adanabe will stand on his side."

"Will Gawain be finished?"

"It would be too aggrieved to end up in the hands of the cunning and despicable Komnenos. In the end, everything will have to wait and see. Let's go, no need to thank for anything." Bohemond suddenly laughed and said.

This naval battle, which was not very fierce or large, related to Bohemond's personal fate, but it quickly affected the entire Levant and Anatolia's trade and political situation: Apsomatus announced the severance of diplomatic relations with Tarsus and sent ships to cut off the original trade route. Cyprus is located in the central and key position of the three continents (Anatolia, Levant and Egypt), which immediately brought the Levant's maritime trade to a standstill, and all parties were strongly affected.

When the news reached Alexius, the emperor was extremely excited and announced in front of all his ministers that Cyprus had finally turned from darkness to light, and that his offensive on land and sea would be safe. "Strictly order all ships to continue to pursue and intercept Bohemond!"

The emperor strictly ordered the commander of the navy, Earl Azasidus, to lead ten galleys to Lesbos Island, and asked the Duck of Smyrna and Pisa to each send four warships to assist in defense, set up a net on the sea, and resolutely prevent Bohemond's ships from crossing the ocean and returning to Italy.

The tower of Mytilene Port was burning with fireworks all day long. In the solemn atmosphere, all fishing boats and merchant ships were strictly prohibited from going out to sea and were all locked in the pier. Ships flying the imperial flag cruised back and forth, and the range of attack had reached the Gulf of Attalia. Everyone knew that Bohemond was still staying in the port of Seleucia, but they didn't know when he would take the risk.

In the red brick manor on the cape, behind a fence, Agnes Prani, wearing an ancient female toga, sat bored on a stone chair, looking at the equally boring sea. The autumn wind blew and lifted her gray hair. Under the big tree outside the fence, several archery guards were walking back and forth on the grass with their weapons on their backs, glancing at her from time to time, as if this female mechanic would suddenly create a pair of feather and wood wings and fly across the ocean.

Over there, the butler Pullips was standing in front of his grandfather, constantly talking and gesturing, pointing at the dull-headed young man next to him. The other party was Pullips' nephew, who was born in the countryside of Paphlagonia. He had just been awarded the title of a palace guard by bribing the palace chief steward. Although he was wearing a robe, his dullness and rusticity were still lingering. After scanning him up and down, Agnes frowned and turned her head away in disgust.

"This is what happens when you don't have a man to protect you. Pullips has been getting more and more aggressive recently, forcing me to hand over my land, saying that his nephew has a promising future, and that he wants you to marry him and give away the name of Plani. Once the master loses power, the slaves start to show their true colors." When the negotiations broke down again, Pullips cursed and threatened, and walked towards the farm over there with his nephew, Maglundius Plani walked behind the little sunfish and sighed.

Agnes turned around, raised her eyes, and looked at her aging grandfather with a little sympathy and understanding.

Yes, if it was the grandfather twenty years ago, he would still be a warrior who could ride a warhorse all over the island to shoot prey, both smart and brave, and his physique was almost the same as Gawain. If Pullips dared to talk to him like this at that time, Maglundius would definitely shoot the slave's throat with a strong arrow.

But now, but now...

"It's useless for you to say these, Grandpa. We are trapped on an isolated island. The brown bear's ship has already left, and he said he would come to pick me up in three years. I am so disappointed with him and Anna!" Agnes replied angrily. She turned around and faced Maglundius with her slender fingers on her forehead. The golden sunlight leaked through her fingers, making her skin sweat slightly because of restlessness.

"Then you should give yourself to that little Pullips. Anyway, he is a farmer-like fool. After marriage, you can poison him at any time to preserve the dignity of the name of Prani."

Hearing Grandpa's suggestion, Agnes was even more ashamed. She bowed her head, then shook her head firmly and said something in a very low voice.

"What are you talking about my granddaughter?"

"I mean, I might as well go back to Tarsus!" Agnes raised her voice and said angrily.

At this point, Maglundius suddenly laughed, and then the old man regained his majestic face, "Just wait patiently for the wind direction to change. Although I am under house arrest here, there are still spies outside to pass on the news. This ocean will soon be chaotic and lively. Granddaughter, as long as you say a word just now, grandpa will take the responsibility to send you back to Tarsus."

"Huh?" Agnes looked back in surprise. She saw grandpa standing there, his body straightened up a lot, his silver hair neatly gathered behind his ears, and his fists clenched, as if grandpa had returned to the old days, although she had not seen it with her own eyes.

"Agnes..." Grandpa frowned and said in a low voice.

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"Yes, yes, Grandpa, you can tell me any plans."

Just after he finished speaking, Maglundius suddenly collapsed, and he withered into a dry old man, hunched over and trembling as he walked towards the garden, muttering, "I'm in a hurry again, I have to poop again, I have to poop again, this is the fifth time today."

When Agnes heard the thunderous roar in the shed toilet and the groaning of her grandfather, she came back to her senses from the disappointment and sat back on the stone chair in frustration - the reality was that she was just accompanying an old man in his twilight years, and there was no way she could be a match for the uncle and nephew of Puklips and the emperor's guards. (~^~)