In the courtyard of the Placentia Monastery, when Bohemond walked in, he began to sigh and hug several times with several lords who also looked tired, and then said a few meat jokes about the other party's mother or sister, and laughed at it, "The Holy See trial of Caesar (Henry IV) is still going on?" ”

"When will the cardinals' pen and lengthy speeches replace the judgment of the sword? Isn't Caesar still in Ravenna, who is so close, supporting another 'pope' Gilbert in his interrogation of us? Bohemond was unabashed, openly sarcastic about the Holy See's speech, which made several lords and nobles around him very nervous, and several people patted him on the back and signaled him to silence - in the whole courtyard, there were bishops sitting and squatting with tired faces, some of them really missed the wine and meat that they had not been exposed to for a long time, and some of them couldn't help it, so they secretly took out pieces of dried meat and small jars of wine from the sleeves of their robes, and hid in the corner to satisfy the anxious **.

"Hey, isn't this my dear nephew?" Hearing this, Bohemond quickly turned his head and hugged his uncle Roger, who came with his arms open, "My dearest uncle, it is a great pleasure to see you sail from Palermo by sea to Genoa, and then come to this humble town. I say how it is that the army of the Greek emperor swept through the whole Calabria region, and did not see the most powerful fleet in Sicilian legend, it turned out that it was all as a servant of your uncle to show the majesty of the royal capital of Palermo. ”

"I have sent my army across Messina, don't complain about my children, now Calabria and Taranto are stable. All the rats in the underground ditches had gone to the mountains of Lucania, or to the isolated city of Bari. Roger kept patting his nephew on the shoulder and encouraging.

But Bohemond didn't buy it. He said that the city of Barry was now being strengthened, and that all Normans had to overcome their barriers. Rallying around my Duke of Apulia, to raze this place of vile rebels, which is why I have come here to meet the Holy See.

"The reason I'm here is because my daughter Elisa was married by the Holy See to Conrad, the son of Caesar (Henry IV) of the German Empire, which is also one of the signs of the Holy See's purchase of Conrad." Roger and Bohemond then walked side by side into the colonnade of the side hall of the abbey.

"This is also buying you, isn't it my uncle?" But then Roger raised his hand. Bohemond was interrupted.

For at this moment all the tables and chairs in the colonnade were arranged in an inverted "concave" shape, and the papal see's sacracy was at the center and top of this glyph, and Bohemond could see the winter sun shining through the windows and columns, illuminating the magnificent crown of the Dharma in urban glory, while the cardinals on the tables and chairs on all sides kept whispering questions and notes, and from time to time let out a slight cough and startled sound, and the low-ranking monks walked around with miscellaneous items and stationery.

A lady with brown and yellow hair stands in the center of the "concave" shape. Standing on the floor, the heart of all the questions revolving around her, the thin-faced Urban just listened in silence.

"Madame Placid, can you prove that your husband is indeed guilty of sexual perversion?" When Bohemond and Roger walked to the side of the colonnade. When a cardinal in a hat asked such a question, Bohemond immediately covered his nose and pricked up his ears. This kind of political bigwig, the boudoir scandal of Deutsche Lankaiser. The Holy See is interested, and he is interested. Everyone will be interested. And it has always been proven that this kind of private life is more effective than the sword in attacking political enemies.

At the same time, Bohemond's dark eyes saw that next to the Lady of Plasides Caesar, in the cardinal's room, there had been a separate seat for two men and women dressed as secular nobles—an older female lord with the same temperament, and a young nobleman with a thinner figure and a little sorrow on his face.

"Matilda of Tuscany, and a man named 'Matilda's little husband'." Bohemond judged in a low voice, and his uncle Roger next to him couldn't help laughing, "Put away your comments Bohemond, this is Welff, the son of a twenty-four-year-old Duke of Bavaria." ”

It is clear that Plasides, the wife of Henry IV, was willing to come before the Holy See to testify, and that the Duchess Matilda played a great role in this—it is always easier for women to convince women.

At this time, in the face of the old cardinal's question, Plasides replied calmly, "Yes, my husband is a fanatical sexual derangement, he likes to wear crimson **, he mingles with the lowly knights and poor clergy, and he also mingles with this group of people, and I observe that he plays the role of a woman in it, and imitates the moaning of prostitutes and slaves. ”

All the cardinals and nobles present let out a big low boo, "Playing the role of a woman? Sorry, could you describe it in more detail? I admire your courage, ma'am, so the facts should be made clearer, shouldn't it? The rest of the cardinals sat with their ears sideways, rustling with their reed pens rustling.

"What else can I not say now? He got drunk and orgy with his sexually deranged couples, held godless obscenities, and my husband was naked, and he encouraged everyone to whip him with a leather whip and make the kind of screams I have just described. Plasides' shoulders twitched with excitement as she said this, and she struggled to hold the hands on the butterfly's sleeves, trying not to let her emotions spiral out of control.

"This woman is lying, I can see in her eyes that she is a deceitful and unruly fellow, and whoever calls her is also from the land of Varyag, where all women are like that. Father and I, and uncle, you have fought against Deutsche Lancaesar, and the other side is by no means such a person. Bohemond couldn't help but come to this conclusion after observation.

"You know Henry Caesar on the battlefield, not my nephew in bed." Roger teased.

"Whatever you think, my noble uncle, if you listen any longer, my ears will lose their virginity." Bohemond touched the ear chakra, raised his hand, and walked down the side of the colonnade.

At the same time, Plasides wept bitterly, and cried out, "He also forced me many times to go to the market blocks of Liège and Mainz to sell myself publicly, and to watch this shameful scene with dignity, sorry for my great father, the Holy See of Rome, I really am" Then Plasides knelt down, and was very excited, and kept crying out for the salvation and forgiveness of the Lord, and the cardinals shook their heads, and Urban put up his scepter, sighed and said to the left and right, that this is the end of it, and that Henry's shameful crimes can be publicly judged. (To be continued......)