As soon as he finished saying this, the figures of Decius and Bramson shook slightly, and they could see that their mood was as if they had tumbled and fallen from the top of a mountain - the Grand Duke had obviously given us the fiefdom here in Syria, but now he was about to cede it to Bohemond immediately, which was simply a "loss of power and humiliation of the country"!

However, Gawain personally told them that they would overcome the "feudal standardism", and that after destroying the Ruben Kingdom in the future, I would give you double the feudal land, and I would never break my promise. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What if you cede it to anyone again?" Decius, who suddenly became more upright, straightened his neck and questioned the Grand Duke.

However, Gawain was still not angry, he smiled and said to a few people, "Why do I have to be in Vanka City? Because it is a key pass in the Taurus Mountains and Armenia, and controls two rivers that penetrate deep into the Emirate of Danishmund, if it is obtained, my army can go one step further and capture the true fortress of the key, Meritane. Yes, Melitene (that is, Malatya, as the Franks and Normans called it) was the most important bridgehead of the Roman Empire until centuries, and if Samosata could control the Euphrates and half of Mesopotamia, then Melitene could control Samosata's key point, and he could attack Danishmond in the north and suppress the Normans in the south, and the river channels he controlled could completely solve the drinking water difficulties of our army, and he could also use small boats to transport a large amount of siege equipment, It's very cheap and powerful! If we confront Danishmond for a long time in northern Cappadocia, the other side will not be able to attack, and we will not be able to attack it, and it will only be a waste of time and money. And as long as you capture Vanka and Melitane, the vast pastures and fields there are not enough for you and Decius to occupy? You are the vanguard of the future war against Danishmund, how can you give your fiefdom to others? ”

"Make a contract credential!" Decius, though excited, was more upright.

"Yes."

At this moment, with caution and confusion on his face, Branas raised his hand and asked the Grand Duke in a low voice, "Where is your conquest, and where will it stop?" It was a question that Melo had never asked, and the likes of Bramson and Decius didn't care about it.

"I'm going to seize the Anatolian plateau, and then ...... I will take you on more adventurous but more glorious causes......" Gawain smiled like a Varyag pirate, and pressed his hand to the candlestick, the wax dripping and crackling against the wood of the table, and the wind and rain outside howled fiercely.

"But, however, you should not challenge the authority of the Emperor and learn from that Master George." Branas's voice trembled.

"The only damn thing about rebellion is that it didn't work out." Gawain stared at the other party, pulled out the dagger stuck in the drawing, and said slowly and conclusively, "My lover and partner is Anna. Dukas, I have the strength of the Triflank Brigade, I can occupy the plateau to the death, in the future all the warriors here, including you, the Turks, the Turkmens and the Armenians, will gather under my command, I never have unrealistic illusions, I am merciful and cold, caring and decisive, I love all talents, and make all enemies fearful, so don't confuse me with that impetuous fool of George. There is no reason why the world of this empire should belong to the Komnenos, and I will inherit from my father-in-law all that Anna and I deserve, and give you some great gifts separately. So follow me, Komnenos gave many people reasons to rebel against the Empire, and I will never give you a reason to rebel against me, and neither will I and Anna's Empire in the future. With that, Gawain reached out to the center of the table and the drawing, a gesture of invitation to partner.

Of course, Merlot shook hands without hesitation, and then the blade flashed, Gawain slashed himself and his palm with a dagger, and the blood met with each other, and the fingers of Gawain's other hand wiped the mixed blood on the bridge of his nose and beard one by one, indicating the oath.

Then came the excited Bramson and Decius, who, as mercenaries from Germany and Sicily, were of course overjoyed with Gawain's promise and the future.

Branas gritted his teeth and hesitated for a moment, and then he saw Gawain's face full of enthusiasm, and his bloody hand was still stretched out towards him, and his heart was hot, "Then let's give it a go!" He also exchanged blood alliance rituals with Gawain.

"The first question Branas just now, will Ruben cower in Fort Vanka Hill and not come out? Here's how I solved this problem......" After the Blood Alliance ceremony, Gawain stood in front of the table and continued to point to the map, saying that the wind and rain outside were getting louder and louder, obscuring everyone's words.

In the original palace of Antiochiagi, Lord Bohemond had just woken up from the exquisite silk bed, yawned, carefully trimmed his beard in front of the mirror, patted his cheeks, smeared a light perfume, smiled twice, and gave a high score to his energetic self today, and then put on a loose silk robe in the Saracen style, which was particularly breathable to escape the heat, stepping on a spar floor, slowly pacing to the bathroom, he now simply loved the "life of the Levant", "Who wants to occupy Antioch, And go to that holy city to be conquered? Probably only the Lord Himself can continue to summon me out of here and on a new and arduous journey. Bohemond thought to himself, and when he had finished his washing, he came to the main room, which was surrounded by a small garden, where a group of Saracen physicians, musicians, and poets bowed to him and greeted him, and Bohemond breathed a sigh of relief, and lay down on a rich silk couch in the middle, and listened without thinking about anything, and listened to the group of men performing art before him one after the other.

"Tip." Bohemond was initially cheerful.

"Tip." Soon, Bohemond looked dull.

"Tip", he repeated.

The shouts of "reward" came after another until the end of the half-day.

When the crowd dispersed, Bohemond threw his head up, and the white pillars behind him were imprinted upside down into his eyes, bored.

It turned out that this was the life of a king, and it was really thanks to the dead ghost of Aggie that he could endure it for more than ten years, and Bohemond's mood changed from the initial happiness of waking up in the morning to the current full of irritability: Bohemond recalled that in his youth, on the battlefield of Thessaly, he braved the rain of arrows from the army of the Greek emperor Alexios, and charged on horseback; also remembered the various battles of wits and courage with Gawain in Italy; I also remembered the eventful years when Antioch and the enemy and friendly forces "fought and killed".

In general, it is still this kind of time stimulation, Bohemond thought of this, and his eyes were actually a little moist.

At this moment, a messenger stood on the opposite porch and whispered to him, "Your Excellency Gawain, Grand Duke of Anatolia, I have a very important military document for you, my lord. ”

"What, Gawain has a letter!" Bohemond leapt to his feet. (To be continued.) )