Bohemond whined and wiped his face clean, then laughed, "Mother, how are you feeling now?" ”

"It's nothing, it's just going to hell." Gaita replied angrily, her white hair fluttering slightly.

"That means I'm about to be reunited with my father."

"No way, your father was poisoned by one of my female streamers when he was alive, and I believe his soul has ascended to heaven."

At this time, Bohemond's mouth could not be closed, and it was rumored that his mother Gaita had poisoned his father Guiscart in the barracks, because since his father came to Italy to work hard, every time he went to war together, Bohemond still refused to believe it until his mother admitted it in front of him.

"Why did you poison your father?" Bohemond's expression darkened.

"I am the daughter of a lord from Burgundy, and when I married your father, Guiscart and his brothers were nothing more than horse thieves who robbed the convents everywhere, and it was I who brought two hundred knights for his dowry, and it was here that he made a great fortune. But this old fellow was confused at the age of seventy, and actually wanted to pass on all the territory to his little brother Sicily, Roger, so I will strike first, otherwise even Calabria will not have your share now. ”

"Mother, you're doing the right thing!" Bohemond shook Gaita's hand, "Now that I need your advice, the Turkic Zahas needs my assistance, and the papal envoys want me to join the procession to recover the Holy Sepulchre, and I am extremely conflicted right now. ”

"Are you hesitating to go ahead and take Constantinople?" When Geeta saw her son nodding his head, he laughed, "Your head is as stupid as your father's, and it is not at all like what my Burgundian woman was born of." You can certainly attack the Greeks now, the more powerful the better; In addition, you can now refuse to join the pilgrimage army, not only that, but also disobey the Pope, the more powerful the better. Because a wolf with a bloody mouth is always easier to bargain with people than a rabbit. ”

"But my current military strength is very limited, and I can only mobilize 700 knights and more than 1,000 Calabrian soldiers." Bohemond didn't hesitate when his cheek was slapped on the other side by his mother, Geta.

"Then find a place where both the Pope and the Byzantine Emperor feel sore feet, pierce it with your sword, and you will benefit the most from the crusade in the future."

Bohemond really covered his face, and then a cold glint flashed in his cold eyes, "Amalfi, and Corinth in the Adriatic." ”

Hearing this answer, Gaita swallowed a thick sputum, her breath began to become unstable, her lungs seemed to be burning, the slightest sound, infected with a very serious virus, "Then do it, my son, remember that in the future you can rely on the Crusade to turn the tables and gain greater glory than your father and uncle." Finally, now go out and kill all the doctors who have healed me, they are all the work of the Greek emperors, to delay you. Now you can kill a hundred men and women to be buried for me; When you have unified all the Normans of Italy, kill a thousand people and die for me; But thou hast slain ten thousand men to be buried for me in Anatolia as far as the Holy City, and hast established an unbreakable kingdom in the land of milk and honey - remember, I await your retribution in hell. ”

Bohemond slowly stood up, he stared at his mother, who was in pain with her eyes closed, for a moment, then he took out the pillow and pressed it against his mother's face, "Lord, forgive me, I also did this to save the graveyard of the Holy Son from the hands of the infidels as soon as possible, which is also what the mother wants" At first, the old Geita instinctively struggled in the crook of his arm, and after a while he straightened his legs and stopped moving, and Bohemond's prayers gradually stopped.

The whole tent fell silent, and Bohemond took the pillow away, wept and comforted his mother's remains, then threw the pillow on the ground, turned and walked slowly out of the tent, and then he drew his sword, and quickly cut down all the doctors who were standing outside.

"You're crazy, Lord Apulia!" The papal legate priest, who came to pray, held up the cross, stood up and angrily denounced.

Bohemond, whose face was covered in blood, gently wiped his face with his fingers, "My mother is dead, and all these quacks must be buried, and I will be ordered to arrange for another hundred prisoners of war to be martyred for my mother." ”

"You are a barbaric pagan custom, which the Pope firmly forbidden!" The priest was so furious that Bohemond's sword immediately rested on his neck, "Go, go and give my mother a dying confession, for it doesn't mean much, she must have gone to hell and perished." ”

The priest squinted at the cold Norman sword in the red-bearded maniac's hand, cursed a few times, and walked into the tent with his entourage.

Bohemond walked straight to the cliff by the sea, where below a trinab made of the Crescent Sect had docked, and a group of crescent warriors dressed in white pagan clothing, carrying bows and arrows and scimitars, and clad in armor outside, walked up, surrounded by an elder wearing a crown and a red barley robe, followed by a spirited middle-aged noblewoman, obviously husband and wife.

On the beach, Bohemond opened his arms and shouted, "Welcome, welcome to the Sicilian monarch, my dearest uncle Roger, to come and mourn my dead mother." ”

The old man paused at a distance, "Didn't you make it too late?" May the Lord forgive her soul. ”

"Uncle, such a battle is not convincing, and it is not good that you use infidels as guards, and I am afraid that on the battlefield you will be killed as a Saracen or a Turkic chieftain, although as you grow older, you are more handsome than when you were younger."

Roger raised his eyebrows and laughed, "Actually, there is nothing wrong with using Normans as guards, except for greed for money, lust, disloyalty, immorality, disobedience, arrogance, indiscriminate killing, indulgence, barbarism, rude and aggressiveness, and lack of culture, I personally think that the Normans have no other shortcomings, they are almost perfect, so their personnel are very sparse, and they are a small group of outlaws." But my palace is in Palermo, after all, and I need the financial and military support of the infidels. ”

"Speaking of this question of wealth and military power, while my uncle took possession of the richest island of the sea, my mother and I suffered from hunger, poverty, and weakness under this desolate Saracenta, and my mother lost her life as a result. My sister Emma, who is said to have been on her way to the event, hired a donkey cart to come. Bohemond said, kissing Roger and his aunt in the pure gold charms, apparently referring to something.