Wright was under the city, his hands hanging down, and Gawain rubbed his cheeks with both hands, and began to shout in skilled Turkic with all his might, "Do you want a ransom?" Do you want a ransom? Give you a great sum of money, stop all this, release you both, and I will give you a huge ransom, swearing in the name of God! I am the Grand Duke of the Romanian Empire, and what I say definitely counts. ”

Gawain looked at it, covered in snow white, leaning on the battlement, his head hanging upside down, and Beatrice, who was **** by the Turkic soldiers, couldn't help but have a vision in front of his eyes: how his little military servant Fetyas was mutilated in front of the city head of Nicaea in the past, and then he was thrown off the city wall in exactly the same posture as this, so he kept shouting, hoping to settle everything with ransom, although he still maintained a calm tone on the surface, but gradually his eyes began to be bloodshot.

But the Turkic officer continued to curse, pointing his blade at the prominent Gawain below, and the two continued to talk fiercely.

After the wooden fence, Godfrey, who was looking at Gawain's back melancholy, lowered his thick eyebrows and eyes, and did not say a word.

Farther away, under the pergola, the slashed Tytisius also stared at this bloody and tragic farce with an expressionless face - over there, Bohemond was still turning back to you and asking, "Grand Duke of the Greek Emperor, ask us to pay a ransom to redeem this poor man and woman, although they have committed a great **** crime, but they cannot die in the hands of the enemy, I am willing to pay a hundred suels of silver." The surrounding lords were talking loudly, ambiguous, and most of them were not clear at all, except for Gawain, who was still walking around, promising the Turks that they would now prepare a ransom, and that they would first stop the murder of the two young captives and ensure their lives.

At this moment, Yaji walked from the stone flybridge connecting the main tower of the Acropolis, watched the scene, and then made a thumb flip gesture to the Turkic officer who was armed with a scimitar.

At the same time, the voice of the Ademar priesthood rang out loudly, "O Adalbello my child, my child! Now I will declare that all the priests and priests of your Council of Cardinals and the priests will be removed, and I will say to you that there is no ransom. ”

Gawain, who was still holding up his hand there, his voice was hoarse and his expression froze, and then he heard Adelbello's cry—and then, the Turkic officer grabbed his pretty hair, and in his screams, cut off his beautiful ears, threw down the walls, and smashed up little dust, and then, in the priest's violent convulsions, held him, cut off his head alive, and cut off his hands, piece after piece, in front of Gawain's eyes, and threw him from the castle, Gawain raised his hand and held his head, After cursing something fiercely, he turned and walked back to the camp's wooden fence.

Wright still stood there dumbfounded, because when the priest was brutally executed, the Turks pushed Beatrice to the battlement and tore her hair back, Beatrice looked at the tragic death of her lover, opened her mouth wide, and couldn't cry, and then her beautiful and **** carcass trembled violently, and the Turk waved his arm from behind, plunged the dagger into her chest, and then dug out the bloody and still beating heart.

Ardmar's tears flowed, and he continued to draw crosses with his hands, praying for the penance of the two young men who died tragically.

As the heart, nose and eyes of Lady Beatrice were gouged out and thrown down one after another as almost all the pilgrim soldiers watched, the Turks cut off her head and told a man who knew Greek to leap up the moat and shout to all the people below, "Filthy and unbelievable unbelievers, your clergy have known to do this all day long, and have now put them to death according to our law." Soon your life will not last long, and multitudes of Allah's soldiers will come from that direction and will be punished by Hell and the sword. As soon as he finished speaking, the ballista cannon behind the man flicked violently, and Beatrice's head arced into the edge of the siege below.

At this moment, the soldiers slowly retreated to their sentry posts and tents with a sense of unease and resentment, and Wright silently picked up the scattered bodies of the two victims and buried them, and Gawain also stood in front of the tent with some depression, in which Florina was crying over the tragic death of her friend.

And when twilight came, Bohemond called many of the lords, and of course Gawain, to the altar tent where the priesthood was located, and "invited" them to talk about something.

"Today's events have had a great impact on the entire pilgrim armament, and what people see is that on the one hand, the Council of Cardinals controls and lashes the civilians and soldiers, but on the other hand, the priests and the noblewomen of the army fornicate with them." Bohemond was impassioned, standing in front of the priest who was curled up in a chair with the corners of his mouth drooping, and chattered, "Now that the prestige of the Council of Cardinals has been completely degraded, causing widespread distrust among the soldiers, coupled with the fact that Adelbello was captured with infinite shame and slaughtered in front of everyone, we seem even more helpless, and the other party also threatens us with the arrival of Kobha, which is even more devastating to the hearts of the team, how can a leader who has defiled the arms of the gods, how can he be blessed with victory?" Damn it, damn it! As if he hadn't finished venting, Bohemond kicked the foot of the tent and panted hoarsely, as if to coerce Admar into giving him a satisfactory answer.

"What a delicious bread of human blood." Gawain whispered angrily, but he had done it himself, and it was not obvious to say too much, and he looked around, most of the lord's mind had been brought into rhythm by Bohemond, "If it weren't for the Council of Cardinals, neither Blois nor the Count of Normandy would have left, not so much because they were sick as they were forced to go." Such voices began to leap forward, and anyway, most of the resentment and spearhead began to point at the Council of Cardinals itself because of Adalbello's death.

Since ancient times, human beings have always hoped to find a back-to-back account for catharsis when anxiety and frustration come.

And Bohemond succeeded in guiding the goal, and Ademar could not fight it: Raymond also had a grudge against the priesthood because of what had happened before; Gawain felt that there was no need to continue to drip water, and Godfrey had the same idea.

In his silent and piercing gaze, Ademar pressed his shaky fingers to the bridge of his nose and rubbed them, as if he was sobbing for something, and then said slowly, "Then I declare that the Council of Cardinals will be abolished." ”

"Revocation alone can't give everyone an account, we need a complete victory in Antioch, and before that, we need to completely cheer up the soldiers!" Bohemond did not give up, waving his fists and commanding viciously. (To be continued.) )