Then Lord Saffobel also demanded that he be given the passage to the city of Tarsus, and that the matching livestock, for all the mules and horses on which he and the guards and caravans rode were seized and managed after entering Seleucia. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, in the atrium of the pavilion, the member of the Brotherhood of the Municipal Secretary who was in charge of negotiating with him did not want to listen to him, and handed him a few more coupons, "Please wait for a few more days, this is the supply voucher for meals and mule and horse feed in the past few days, because you are different from Lord Anselm, you are going to Antioch City, Her Royal Highness the Princess in Purple is closely communicating with the lords and lords over there, not to mention anything else, just passing through the Adana and Syria Gate areas will require multiple customs procedures." ”

The brass badge on the chest of the Brotherhood cloak glistened in the light of the courtyard, but his face was cold, and after explaining it clearly, he admonished Lord Suffobel to be calm, "I am a Catholic, and I need to do my own liturgy!" But this room is simply terrible, with craftsmen on one side and unscrupulous pilgrims on the other. ”

Then the brotherhood replied, "Most of the whole of Seleucia is an Orthodox church, even the Germans from afar have converted to the Orthodox Church, and there are some Paulesean councils to use." Frightened, Saphobel hurriedly drew a cross, saying that this was a great disrespect to the Lord, "In that case, the establishment of the altar of the Catholic Church, the Grand Duke and the President of the Confession must have been discussing with Lord Anselm, and if you have urgent needs, you can consult with the court bartender, Lord Staulachos, who is the third person in charge of this matter." ”

"What, I'm going to discuss this with an incomplete and mutilated eunuch?" Suffobel protested angrily, but no one paid any attention to it—as the fraternities bowed and left, several swelling guards soon appeared at the door of the atrium, blocking the way out for the Archbishop of Pisa and the caravan.

The next day, the caravans, riding mules and donkeys, received permission from the customs and headed for the city of Tarsus: Gawain had to discuss with them the specific trade between Pisa and Seleucia.

As a result, only Suffobel was left alone, unable to walk, not stayed, not even a place to worship and pray, and the food treatment was also very poor, and finally even the craftsmen in the left room suddenly left, saying that they were going to polish the ammunition for Seleucia's stone-shooting cannon, leaving only the hungry and thirsty pilgrim "Dewy Couple", who fought day and night in the other partition, and for a few days Suffobel was unable to eat and drink, and his cheekbones were black, and his hands and feet were cold. He also wrote letters of impeachment to the city of Rome, complaining bitterly about Gawain's "abuse and destruction" of him.

At this time, Anselm, who was riding on a donkey, also came to the gates of the city of Tarsus, the great city where the Holy Apostle Paul was born: he saw that the peasants around him were being hired to cut down the reeds around the city during the autumn harvest, and began to dredge the silted channel of the Sidenus River with large instruments, and in these mountainous places there were camps of infantry and cavalry, and many banners were fluttering, and soldiers in armor were walking about, carrying deadly swords, and now Gawain was going to meet him alone, I really don't know what terrible moves and schemes are behind the scenes.

Just as the future Seleucian patriarch trembled, guided by the guards, through one courtyard house after another, to the door of the mansion where the Grand Duke was located at the foot of the Acropolis, he looked up and saw that it was the mansion of the former Roman emir with a garden, the building was simple and elegant, and at the door stood a giant man almost two heads taller than himself, dressed in heavy armor, with dull and terrifying eyes, and a tribulus hammer with three iron chains in his hand, which was wrapped around his muscles and creaked.

"Who is this?" As soon as the giant man spoke, the roof tiles trembled, and Anselm was even more frightened to bow down his bald head in the center and clinch it on his shoulders, like a feathered pheasant wounded in the cold wave, and did not dare to say a word in response.

Suddenly, a young officer with a monk's mushroom head shaved came out of the doorway, looked at Anselm, who was shrunk and silent, with strange eyes, and the lonely little donkey beside him, and then whispered a few words to the giant man and the other soldiers, and then took a leather case and said that he had a chance to go outside the city to deal with military affairs, and departed.

Anselm continued to wait in the sun outside the door, sweat sticky and painful as worms on his collar and neck.

"Ahem, ahem," Anselm coughed pitifully, hoping that it would not anger anyone and attract some attention. With this cough, a medium-sized, thin, lively-faced and likable officer came out of the door, looking very friendly, "Where did this noble clergyman come from?" ”

"My name is Anselm, I am from Great Britain, I have personally been commissioned by the Holy See, and I am also the future patriarch of the Grand Duke." Anselm said to Wright with a hurried glare, as if he had suddenly been in the ocean, grasping at a piece of life-saving grass.

With a shocked expression on his face, Wright immediately reprimanded Diem, who was complaining about guarding the door, "This is the Patriarch, but it is not easy for the Holy Patriarch from Rome City and the Holy Peter's Sect to come to a poor country like our Seleucia." The Grand Duke specially instructed us to pay attention to the reception before leaving, how do you turn people away? ”

"But I kept asking him just now, but he didn't say that I was the gatekeeper, the flag bearer of the Grand Duke's Praetorian Guard, and I had to block the door for unidentified visitors." Diem retorted, and then the two began to argue back and forth, and Anselm waited with laughter for a long time before daring to cautiously ask if the Grand Duke was not in the mansion.

"Oh yes. The Grand Duke had already taken his guards and rode to Syria Gate to attend an extremely important council of lords. I'm afraid I won't be back until a few days, if there is anything, you can just tell me, I am the Grand Duke's heraldic officer, and the other person who just went out has full authority to deal with the affairs left behind. Wright made a very clever gesture of invitation and let Anselm enter the inner courtyard of the mansion, "Food, lodging are all fine, and do you want that, that's it, um, um......" Wright put his arms around the shoulders of the much older Anselm with some too much affection, and winked his eyebrows.

"No, no, no." Anselm hurriedly refused, "I just ...... to assist the Grand Duke in his tenure in Seleucia, supervising the construction of the local Catholic church and the guidance of the faithful. ”

"Is it a question of the church and the tithe? That's no problem at all! The Grand Duke authorized me to dispose of them all. Wright patted his chest, and then in the inner hall he told Anselm to sit down, and he stood there dancing and waving around with the dossier drawings, saying how to build church altars in Tarsus, Sith, Seleucia, and Aralman, and to ensure that the goods exported from those fields would pay the eleventh tax, while Anselm could only sit on his chair with a wry smile, and listen to the overly lively heraldic officer talk and foam, and think to himself, "Where has the hell gone the hateful Gawain?" (To be continued.) )