After speaking, Ah Jiehe held up a golden nameplate, "This is the second gift." ”

"How many gold coins is this worth, did you tell me to settle the property here?"

"No, this thing is worth more than gold coins, this is the most sophisticated sundial plate in ancient times, on which the calendar, stars, and star charts are all-encompassing, and farming, divination, and navigation are all inseparable from it, and it can be said that it is the most precious treasure in the entire ancient world. Treasure it in your bosom and swear to love it as you love your eyes. As he spoke, Ah Jiehe stretched out his hand, and Gawain took it in disbelief, and the engraved tracks and words were all fine, and he took it in his hand.

But Ah Jiehe stubbornly demanded that Gao Wen must be placed in a close-fitting jacket before giving up.

"And what about the last gift?"

"That's him." Jeong-hyuk smiled mysteriously, pointed to the dying person just now, and said.

Gawain looked back, turned around again, looked at Jiehe, then nodded, and walked to the child's tomb, pulled out the "Sword of Phosphorus Fire", and walked to the dying man who was lying there and fell asleep, "Anyway, I can give him a happy ending, and by the way, I can also learn the language of his people, right?" ”

"No, no, no, stop." With a very cautious tone, Jiehe slowly raised her hand, "In the rest of the journey, you must accompany him, no matter how you get along with him, you must follow this person who was still dying before. ”

Gawain sighed, stuck the sword of phosphorus and fire into the snow and dirt, and spread his hand, "Do you think he can survive?" Why should I cling to this old guy in his fifties? In my dictionary, there is no entry for such people. ”

"He will not have a problem surviving, and believe me, I am the Lord of Hellfire." Ah Jiehe said, walking over to Gao Wen, whose face was covered with snow foam and mud, and who was a world-class tycoon a moment ago, and gently touched his forehead with his slender fingers, "Because he and that city can help you unlock the key to wealth and power in the vast two oceans, listen to my words, there will be no mistake." ”

"And remember my last word of advice, that is, if you say too much, you will lose, and your breath will not be long; Silence is golden, and constant thinking will die. ”

With these words, Ah Jiehe walked barefoot slowly towards the depths of the forest, until he disappeared, Gawain felt that he had become the Faust of the great writer, and this beautiful and terrible woman was an out-and-out devil, and she herself did not deny it.

"Where am I!" But no answer was given.

Today, Gawain only sighed, he walked into the pile of corpses, looking at the bodies of this group of unfortunate victims, many of whom were still clutching the wooden crosses in their hands before they died, "That's right, this group of pilgrims should have gone to the Holy Land, and they were killed by the Turkic cavalry in this place, including the child just now." With this in mind, he took out the sundial that Agieh had given him, and marked the time and time in which he lived with a small inscription: the year 1093 of Christ, the end of his world and the beginning of a new world.

At this moment, Europe has just struggled out of the despair of "a thousand years of annihilation", the Byzantine Roman Empire has just collapsed in a grand defeat, and in the east, countless nomads are sitting in the saddle of horses, stepping on the desert and wasteland with small and long hoof marks, all kinds of new forces and catastrophes are constantly pouring out at the edge of the abyss of various geography, the old forces have been destroyed and withered fate, and the earth and history have been re-placed on the anvil of fire and sword, and have been wantonly created into various different scenes.

Gawain didn't have the heart to think about it, it only made him more confused and painful, he slowly walked over to a corpse that didn't look like it was frozen yet, raised the "Sword of Phosphorus Fire", and then slashed down

"St. George's !!" The dying man, after a moment, sat up from the ground with vigor in his throat and waved his cross, howling the name over and over again, gasping for air.

Then he saw Gawain, who was sitting in front of him, warming himself on the fire, and the armor of the Turkic slaves, and was immediately dumbfounded, "Why didn't St. George just kill you, the evil heretic, the dwarf who sprung out of the desert?" ”

"I'm not an infidel, and I'm not a dwarf." Gawain stood tall and tall.

"You, you can actually speak Norman? Or the northern Ausse language! The old man was particularly excited, "St. George, you are actually my country party." ”

"Yes, it's your township party lying here, everywhere." Gawain sneered inwardly, and then he untied the turban from his head, and the old man was more convinced of his judgment - Gawain was a tall, brown-haired, pale blue man, and though much softer in appearance than a proper Norman or Scandinavian, he could see that he was not a Crescentist at the very least.

The old man stood up tremblingly, held Gawain's hand tightly, and was excited, "My name is Peter, and I am a pilgrim and a monk, and I have gone through three years, from Hungary to Bulgaria, to Thrace, to Constantinople, and to here, that is, in the wilderness of Nicaea, to go to the Holy Sepulchre with the rest of the pilgrims, but we have been mercilessly slaughtered along the way, the Hungarian herdsmen, the Bulgarian mountain bandits, the treacherous Greeks who seek money and kill along the way, and the most terrible, The Turkic pagan warriors of the Seljuks, now all the rest of their companions have been reduced to the souls of the sword, may God accept and save them, only I have seen the miracle of St. George and survived. What about you, my village party? ”

"Hmm," Gawain casually elaborated on the reason, "I am also a pilgrim, I trekked from Normandy a long time ago, and was captured and imprisoned by the Turks. ”

Hearing this, Peter immediately knelt down, raised his hands to the sky, and wept, "Tens of thousands of pilgrims have died or disappeared in this land, and it is said that each Seljuk family had two or three German men as slaves, and the Seljuk sultan's court was full of German women as slave girls, and many others were trafficked to Africa, this is a test given by God to believers!" Then he continued to hold Gawain's hand with burning eyes, "Therefore I have always had the great dream of delivering the Holy Sepulchre from the murderous infidel who have done all kinds of evil, and for this I am ready to convince the navigator of our ship." ”

"I'm sorry, but please make it clear, who is the ship's navigator?" Gawain was puzzled.

"The owner of the ship is God, the helmsman is Christ, the navigator is St. Peter, the crew is the monk priest, and the shipwright is the deacon of the church and the monastery."

With this answer, Gawain immediately understood that the "navigator" in the mouth of Brother Peter was the Pope in the city of Rome.

"Not only as the navigator on the ship of the Sea of Galilee, but I will also persuade the Roman Emperor in Constantinople to unite all believers for the greatest salvation!" Peter did not hide his shouting, "Open the way to the Holy Sepulchre with your sword and wage a holy war that will go down in history!" The miracle of St. George just now is the best proof of the right path for me, that this war is to be won and God blessed! ”