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Chapter 94 Flynn's Sorrow

Outside Kaleburg.

In the most central camp of the Saracens.

With a cry, the falcon swooped down.

Saladin unfolded the letter he took from Falcon's body, glanced at it briefly, and frowned suddenly.

"Baron Lothar of the Royal Knights."

Saladin whispered softly: "Who is this? Why have I never heard of this name before?"

Adil thought for a while, and then gave the answer: "It is said that he is the son of Werner of the Habsburg family. He is the latest dignitary in Jerusalem, and he is regarded as a confidant by the leper king."

(In the previous article, I mistook Adil and Adile Savudin for two people when I checked the information, which has been revised.

"Savodine" is a respectful name for Adil, just like Saladin's real name is not Saladin, but the Crusaders' abbreviation of "Salah Diniarddin". )
"It's that guy's son."

Speaking of Werner, Saladin immediately recalled the fierce knight riding a white horse and holding a lance in the Battle of Harding, like a god descending from the earth.

"It seems that Zahir was very lucky to be able to save his life from that paranoid son."

Saladin coughed lightly. His physical condition was not good. Although he was not as terminally ill as Baldwin IV, even with a large team of imperial physicians, he was still often in a sick state.

A black eunuch handed the two of them a wine glass containing iced drinks.

Saladin drank it down and threw the glass onto the tray in the hands of the black eunuch.

There was anger in his tone:
"Zahir, I once advised him to stay away from killing, not to indulge in it and develop a chronic (gu) disease. Because blood can only lead to more killings."

"But he didn't take my words to heart. I gave him the most trusted servant, but I couldn't persuade him to return to the right path. He really disappointed me."

Adil whispered: "My king, do you want me to lead the army into the enemy's territory and rescue Zahir?"

Saladin shook his head and said: "No, there is no need, paying the ransom is enough. Although Werner is a paranoid lunatic, he is a man of credibility, and his son must be the same. As long as the money is paid, Zahir will be released. back."

"Even if he can't be released, just avenge him."

He was silent for a moment, then asked again: "How is Afdal doing in the north? Did he go against the plan we made at the beginning and advance rashly?"

"No, the eldest prince is secretly presiding over the military affairs of the north in my capacity. My old opponent, Earl Raymond, certainly can't imagine fighting him. It's not me at all."

There was a look of approval on Adil's face: "By virtue of this, the eldest prince has already taken advantage of a lot. If it wasn't for your order, Tripoli might have been captured."

"Oh, don't brag about it, Tripoli is not so easy to win."

Saladin nodded: "Is Tajidin still the same in Egypt?"

Taqidin is Saladin's nephew, he was named the governor of Egypt, and he is also a talented general-of course, the word "once" should probably be added before this title.

"Yes, he is hunting prostitutes everywhere in Cairo for his pleasure. The last time I met him, his eye sockets were sunken and his stomach was full of fat. I doubt if he can even lift a sword."

Adil's eyes showed a trace of indisputable helplessness: "I reprimanded him and beat him, but after I left, he immediately went his own way."

"Adil, after this battle, go back and be the governor of Egypt. Let Tajidin come to my account to listen to orders. He is indeed too shameful."

As far as Saladin is concerned, although Damascus is his most important base camp, the rich and prosperous Egypt is also an inseparable territory under his hands.

in Montreal.

All public baths, today, are overcrowded.

"The Generous" Lothar paid his soldiers a large sum of money, and all knights, sergeants and support personnel could enjoy bathing, food and drink service all day long.

While the people were grateful for the generosity of the Grand Commander, they also secretly regretted that there was wine, meat, and a bath, but the most crucial thing was missing, which was what the soldiers after fighting on the battlefield needed most.

Lothar himself, on the other hand, brought his confidants to enjoy a private bathroom in the innermost room.

A misty steam rose from the bath.

Lothar soaked his body in hot water, narrowed his eyes slightly, and enjoyed this rare leisure.

Hans soaked in the water, and said with emotion: "Hey, Lord Humphrey is really realistic. He heard that we are going to repair in Montreal, and we can't fight immediately to meet Saladin, so he used all kinds of excuses to prevaricate us , I don’t want to set aside a block for us to renovate at all.”

"Don't he know that the Saracens cavalry we defeated was plundering his territory? If these Saracens are allowed to plunder everywhere, I don't know how many villages will suffer."

"I know, but I don't necessarily care."

"If you care, Lord Humphrey should take his knights out of the city to meet Prince Zahir's army."

Model on the side snorted coldly: "Master Hans, not everyone values ​​their 'people' as much as Lord Lord."

Lothar frowned and said, "Forget it, at last he is still willing to provide us with free supplies, which is considered to have fulfilled his obligation."

Lothar suddenly thought of something and reminded:
"By the way, there is no need to tell Humphrey that we have captured Prince Zahir. If we let him know, it may cause trouble."

Lothar didn't know how deeply Lord Humphrey was influenced by his stepfather, but he didn't dare to bet.

After all, the ransom offered by Prince Zahir was a full two thousand Suledes gold coins.

Moreover, Lothar was unwilling to form a death feud with Saladin.

In this way, one day, even if he is defeated on the battlefield, there is a high probability that he will be able to redeem the lives of himself and some of his subordinates by paying a ransom.

In the bath on the other side.

Misty.

Prajna's jet-black long hair hangs over her back, which is as white as white jade. Days of running around and fighting on the battlefield have not left many stains on her body.

She just soaked quietly in the water, and the water temperature in the pool began to drop rapidly.

Flynn folded her legs and sat naked on the marble tiles.

She tied up her loose long white hair with hemp rope, and a few mischievous strands of hair wetly stuck to her cheeks, making her look even more charming.

"Hanna, I think we need to talk."

Fringilla's tone was unusually non-aggressive.

"what?"

Prajna was a little surprised.

This was the first time Fringira called her name.

Fringila sniffled, and said with some grievances: "I feel that we have fallen out of favor. Your lord hasn't told us stories for a long time. He often comes back after a long time at night. When he comes back, he also falls headlong on the bed and doesn't even talk to us. It's all gone."

Prajna said in a flat tone: "My lord is a general, a lord, and a future king. How can I delay everything on such trivial things as being with you?"

"Heh, when you accompany 'me', it also includes accompanying 'you'!"

Fringila sneered: "Don't pretend you don't care—you can continue to pretend like this, the more you do this, the less adults will care about you and forget you far away, and even less so if there are new people in the future. I take you seriously. After all, what can you do? Except protect the safety of adults, follow behind like a shadow?"

"You used to be a general, but you can't command the army for your lord, and you can't handle everything in an orderly manner like Hans."

"These days, my lord spends more time with Hans than with us. Hans was only a star before!"

Banruo was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice: "If your lord needs me, I will follow behind him. If you don't need me, I will stay far away. All I can do is not to cause trouble to your lord. "

Flynn raised her tone: "I can't do it! I want to cause trouble for the adults, I want the adults to accompany me, tell me bedtime stories, and I want the adults to think about me in everything, and the first time I have money, I want to help you. I have recovered my strength. Wait until later, even if there is a new coquettish little bitch, he will always hold me on the tip of my heart!"

Hannah opened her mouth, but said nothing.

Flynn stuck her fingers into the pool, where the water was already freezing cold.

The mist in the bathroom gradually dissipated.

Flynn said with some pride: "Look, you are not as magnanimous as you say!"

Banruo stood up and showed her graceful figure in front of Flynn. The 1.8-meter tall body and the stalwart chest hung over Flynn like a shadow.

Flynn's tone became weaker: "You, what do you want to do? You've become angry from embarrassment, do you still want to hit me?"

Banruo shook her head. After a moment of hesitation, she still asked, "Does it look good? My body?" Fulin immediately showed a dismissive expression: "Cut, that's it?"

Hannya emphasized her tone: "I'm serious, since you want to deepen your relationship with the adults, you should take further steps. As you said, you can't always wait for the adults to come to us."

"Huh? You want to"

Flynn's pale face suddenly flushed, and she stammered: "No, no, this is too fast, you can't do this. You are too cunning!"

The corners of Hanruo's mouth curled up slightly.

She stretched out her hand and gently stroked Flynn's chin: "So, you're just talking, right?"

She ignored Furingilla, put on her bathrobe, and walked outside.

"Wait a minute."

Fulingira hurriedly said: "No, you must not do that kind of shameless thing, it's too much, it's a foul, you know that!"

What was left to her was the graceful back of Prajna who never looked back.

Of course she didn't want to do that, but her heartstrings were touched by Flynn's words, and she rarely felt a little competitive.

If I want to fight, you all have no share!

There are no latecomers either!

Prajna's indifferent eyes were full of confidence.

(End of this chapter)