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Peter hung his head, his expression unclear in the light of the fire and the shadows, "I have been in the Minor for many years, and I know that the emir of the Turks loved the eagle more than his own eyes, and they have a proverb, 'An eagle can only be exchanged with a close friend for equal value', and earlier in the village, some villagers have recognized that your eagle belongs to Zahas—now there are only about two possibilities, one is that you killed Zahas, and took away his falcon; It is also possible that you befriended Zahaas in his court, so the emir gave you the beloved eagle as a covenant gift. ”

"According to normal logic, I think the latter is the most likely." The noble man actually gave the correct answer himself, with that grim smile.

"That's right, so can you tell me, who are you? No, no, let me guess, I remember that among the Norman chieftains of Taranto, there was a chronicler who said of him, 'This man can only do things that can never be and be unthinkable,' and if a Christian can ally with a pagan emir, and a Norman dares to swagger in Asia Minor, it is only you, the son of 'Guiscart the Cunning'. Peter paused word for word, but said with great certainty.

"It's also a down-and-out Bohemond, down-and-out!" At this time, the noble man calmly admitted Peter's speculation, and sighed.

"Let us go, for the brothers of Christ are not to be swords against the brothers of Christ." Peter said earnestly, "I will never tell anyone, not Pope Peter or the rest of the world, about your alliance with Zahaaz. ”

"In the Norman lexicon, there is no brother against the sword, and there is no enemy against the enemy. When my father was alive, he fought against the Byzantine Christians for decades, and what you say is not worth it to me. "On the contrary, I am not going to execute you because I am afraid that the alliance with Zahas will be exposed, but even if the Catholic Pope knows about it, it is not a big deal, because the target we are dealing with is Constantinople, and the Pope will not blame me too much." And I want to kill you because the hermit Peter, after all, is a well-known name in the whole Eastern and Western worlds, the mounds and lords know you, the Pope appreciates you, your words affect many nobles and knights, and of course you know your idea, that is, to unite the Orthodox Church in Constantinople, and the Catholic Church in Rome, and all the Christians of the East and West, to go to the Holy Land - that's why I want to kill you. ”

Peter stood up on his cane and cried out excitedly, "Isn't this ideal great? Isn't it worth spending all your lives on the Christians, including you and me? The holy and noble expedition of God's people, hand in hand, to burn the fire of piety at the tomb of the Son in the Holy City will be a glorious picture to be recited for generations. ”

"Ideal? Great, virtuous and pure ideals, she will always be the bridesmaid of interests, when the interests wear garlands on their heads, and get the blessings of everyone, the ideal can only wear inferior dresses, standing aside and sad, hoping that the next one will be her turn. Bohemond sneered again, his head as if he were reciting verses, "I, son of the great Guiscato, my father's Taranto, Calabria, Epirus, and Corfu should all be mine, and they are my father's inheritance to me. But after my father died of colorectal fever eight years ago, my uncle, Roger of Sicily, took most of the inheritance, and the Byzantine Greek emperor recaptured Epirus and Corfu, and in the end, under the Pope's ruling, I inherited only a barren promontory near the sea in Calabria, so I will unite with Zahas, first to destroy Constantinople, then to retake Taranto and Calabria, no, to take Sicily as well. The Tver family, holding in hand the banner of Bohemond, will build a truly great and unbreakable country in rich Italy. No, not only that, but the city of Amalfi in Italy, and even Anatolia in distant Asia, will bow down under the iron heel of my conquest, which is the true ideal, and its gold is stained with black iron and crimson blood. And you, your agitation, will sabotage my plans, and once the Pope approves the plan of the union of East and West, there is no room for my ideals, because I have lost the reason to continue my attacks on Constantinople, the Adriatic and Anatolia, and I can only go in vain to the ethereal holy land, to shed futile blood for the same illusory ideals. ”

"That's how you think of jihad!"

"Isn't it? I can foresee that if you really set off a jihad, hundreds of thousands of jihadist armies from all regions, Franks, Germania, Aquitaine, Normandy, Valencia, Lombardy, will be leaderless, will fight for power, I am simply disgusted with this situation, but at that time I believe that the blow to you will be even greater, so I think it is better to kill you here, so it is better for everyone. With that, Bohemond slowly drew his sword, "Say your last prayer, Peter." You will 'die on the pilgrimage', maybe the Pope will canonize you, and history will change forever. ”

"Poof", Peter swept over the grill and the campfire with a jujube stick, and the spark symbolized his anger and drifted around, "Go to hell, Bohemond. Morality. Tver! ”

Almost at the same time, the four Norman knights behind him howled and raised their swords, following the direction of Bohemond's finger on the opposite side, attacking and killing, and in the light of the fire, Bohemond's red beard was particularly terrifying, "Since the Tver family is from hell, why not be afraid to go back." ”

The fire splashed everywhere, Gawain's tall figure jumped in front of the Norman knight who rushed to the front, his scimitar parryed the sword chopped by the opponent, and then Gawain pulled out the "Phosphorus Fire Sword" with his other hand, and quickly entered the opponent's abdomen, the opponent's face was full of disbelief, and then looked down at the wound he was pierced by the sword - there was no blood, but the blue and green phosphorus fire that came out of the strange bones of the dead, like a small volcano, constantly spewing out, making a whining sound, "Demon, demonic spell!" The Norman knight, who thought that the two opponents were weak chickens with his hands on the hand, and carelessly struck the blade, screamed, his face collapsing like a bloodless skin, and then fell to the ground.

The rest of the Norman knights were so frightened that they retreated one after another, but when they saw Gawain slowly move the sword that was braving the cold and fire to his right side, he whispered, "I told you earlier, this is a sword cursed by demons, and I have obtained the fighting skills of Norman knights." ”

At the same time, the falcon on Bohemond's shoulder, with a flick of its claws, spread its wings, and whistled sharply, like a stone projectile flying from a catapult, swooping down towards Peter, who was also stunned, and in just two seconds, its claws could tear out Peter's eyes and brains!