Eagle Byzantium

"I am not a Frank or a Norman. I am only loyal to our emperor. I am also the border warrior you despise the most, so the ransom exchange does not apply to me. I will hand you over to His Majesty the Emperor. That is my mission. His Majesty the Emperor has been paying attention to you, this crazy thief, for a long time!" Diognis said mockingly, then he raised a wine bag and started drinking by himself, looking like he finally relaxed.

"Mongrel, a bastard of Greeks and Saracens, a drunkard, a vicious dog, the emperor's slave!" Bohemond gritted his teeth and cursed. He knew border warriors like Diognis well and had beaten them before. They had many contacts. Diognis was not a pure Roman (of course, today's "Roman" is a legal concept, but his ethnicity is Greek). Their family has been on the border for generations. He was awarded the title of nobility by the emperor, and he was responsible for patrolling, catching thieves, and fighting outposts in the fortress. He also guarded the Saracens, Armenians, or Turks over there. While competing, the two sides would also secretly intermarry with each other. , after all, feelings, like war, cannot be stopped, so mixed-race warriors like Diognis were born, who continued to be entrusted with important responsibilities by emperors or grand dukes.

Gawain helped Peter and stood up. In his eyes, Diognis, a warrior, did have dark skin like a Saracen. His body was long and slim, like a hound. He was good at a variety of weapons and wore a new weapon. Moon Cultists He was wearing a white turban. Amid Bohemond's scolding, Diogenes drank the wine from his skin and walked over there. He first picked up his flail and put it on his shoulder. The man in black who was still on the ground was pulled up.

Then, Diognis threw the man in black down again, hesitated for a moment, then pulled him up again, shouting to his subordinates, "It's strange, it's a woman."

The many days of haze, snow and fog are over, and it seems that spring is finally coming to this war-torn land. With some very slim but still enough warmth to keep people going, Bohemond sat in the flatbed prison car. Inside, his hands were handcuffed to the roof of the carport, and he was the only one in the car, dangling.

"Why do we have to suffer this kind of treatment!" Gawain was indignant. His and Peter's hands were also tied with ropes and tied to the back of Bohemond's prison car, and they followed suit.

"Hahahaha." Bohemond's devilish ridicule came again, and he said to Peter, "The flatbed truck has only two uses, to hold prisoners and to hold prisoners on death row. The monks and priests usually don't pay attention, even if they step on the flatbed truck. In every rut, I have to stop and pray to ward off disasters. Now you have to follow my rut all the way to Constantinople.”

Gawain was just about to have an attack, when the rope tied around his waist began to sway - behind him, the captured woman in a black cloak, with the rope tied to him, followed closely behind. These few were really " Grasshopper on a rope.”

This woman is relatively young, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with black hair, amber eyes, a slightly dark face, and pretty and clever facial features. It looks like she is a mixed-race child like Diognis.

On both sides and in front of the prison car were heavily armed Byzantine soldiers. Diogenes was riding at the end with a wine bag in his mouth. He seemed to never get drunk. Anyway, Gawain saw that he drank without any restraint. , from drinking with his eyes open to closing his eyes, he should hate that God actually stipulates that people must rest, so that he cannot drink around the clock.

"Your Excellency, Officer Shou, Your Excellency Shou, I can prove myself. I am the daughter of a noble family on the border who was personally appointed by the emperor to carry a sword. I was captured by Norman gangsters!" The black-haired girl, no. He stopped and explained to Diogenes, who was riding a horse next to him, "My name is Cabet." Amiya, you can immediately check the list of my family's titles in the State Archives in Constantinople. I was kidnapped by the Norman bandits and served as their guide. Bohemond was the leader. She also violated my chastity and forced me to return to Taranto and work as her concubine and clerk."

"Don't talk any more. It's useless. I am only responsible for arresting you and handing you all over to the wise emperor. He will naturally decide everything." The drunken Diogenes replied.

"I have to pee." Gawain couldn't help shouting. The team was so noisy that Diognis was very annoyed, so he burped and asked Gawain to take care of it himself.

"Untie my hands!"

"No, in that case you will take the opportunity to hold your demon sword, and none of our soldiers here, including myself, want to touch your sword." Diognis rejected Gawain Of course, as he said, Gawain's sword of phosphorous fire was still hanging on his belt, and no one dared to touch it, "You help him!"

What Diognis meant was to ask Peter to help Gawain "relieve himself."

As a result, Peter shouted that his hands were also tied, which was inconvenient at all.

"Then you, Bohemond."

Bohemond sternly refused, and he warned the captor to pay attention to his words and deeds. His status should not be insulted even in a prison car.

In the end, everyone walking around could only turn their attention to Cabeamiya. Because the captor took care of her because she was a prostitute, he only tied one of her hands. "No, no, I don't want to die!" The girl understood immediately. , panicked and frightened.

"Listen, even if you are a prisoner, you have to contribute to the emperor's cause, not to mention that you claim to be the daughter of a sword-bearing noble, so you should have such awareness. You must know that I will bring this hermit and his attendants to the emperor. They may have a crucial impact on the emperor's national policy." Diogenes continued to burp seriously, "As long as you are willing to do so, I will check your origin after arriving in the capital and prove your innocence."

Bohemond laughed again, as if he had seen something more interesting.

The girl was about to cry. Gawain turned around and stood in front of her in pain. "Hurry up, or I will dirty myself. No one dares to touch me and my sword here. I promise that if it were you, I would not hurt women."

Cabe Amiya lowered her head, trembling, and kept a certain distance from Gawain. She turned her head away, closed her eyes, and then stretched out her slender arms, as if she was digging out a venomous snake's nest. "Is it out?" She asked in a trembling, unskilled Norman Oei language.

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"Wow!" Bohemond stretched his head out of the prison car, "Just like the lances we Normans use, tut tut."

As a result, when she heard this metaphor, Cabe Amiya instinctively turned her eyes and took a look. She was immediately scared and screamed. She just pulled her hands back. As a result, Gawain was in pain and spilled all of Cabe Amiya's lower body clothes...

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