Eagle Byzantium

Bohemond purred his face and then laughed, "Mother, how do you feel now?"

"It's nothing, I'm just about to go to hell." Geta replied angrily, her white hair fluttering slightly.

"That means I will soon be reunited with my father."

"It's impossible. Your father helped the Pope during his lifetime, but he was poisoned to death by one of my women. I believe his soul has ascended to heaven."

At this time, Bohemond couldn't close his mouth. People used to rumor that it was his mother, Geta, who poisoned his father, Guiscat, in the military camp, because since his father came to Italy to fight, the couple would fight every time. They went to the battlefield together, but Bohemond still refused to believe it until his mother admitted it in front of him.

"Why did you poison father?" Bohemond's expression turned grim.

"I am the daughter of a lord from Burgundy. When I married your father, Guiscat and his brothers were just wild horse thieves who went around robbing nunneries. It was I who brought two hundred knights as a dowry. It was only for his use that he captured it here. Such a big situation. But this old guy got confused when he was seventy years old and actually wanted to pass all the territory to his little brother Roger of Sicily, so I took the initiative first, otherwise even Calabria would be lost now. It’s none of your business.”

"Mother, you did the right thing!" Bohemond held Geta's hand. "Now I need your advice. The Turkic Zahas needs my assistance, and the Pope's envoy hopes that I will participate in the recovery of the Holy See. The team at the tomb, I am extremely conflicted now.”

"Are you hesitating whether to continue to seize Constantinople?" Geta then laughed when he saw his son nodding repeatedly, "Your mind is as stupid as your father's, and you are not like my Burgundy woman at all. Of course you can attack now. Greeks, the more powerful the better; in addition, you can now refuse to join the pilgrim army, not only that, but also disobey the Pope, the more powerful the better, because a wolf with a bloody mouth will always be better than a wolf. Rabbits are easy to bargain with."

"But my current military strength is very limited. I can only mobilize seven hundred knights and more than a thousand Calabrian soldiers." Before Bohemond could finish hesitating, his mother Geta slapped him on the cheek again. A slap in the face.

"Then find a place where both the Pope and the Byzantine Emperor feel pain, and pierce it with your sword. In the future, you will benefit the most from the Eastern Expedition."

Bohemond really covered his face, and then a cold light flashed in his cold eyes, "Amalfi, and Corinth on the Adriatic Sea."

Hearing this answer, Geta swallowed the thick phlegm in her mouth, and her breathing began to become unstable. Her lungs seemed to be burning and making noises, indicating that she was infected with a serious virus. "Then do it, my son." , remember that in the future you can rely on the Eastern Expedition to make a comeback and gain greater glory than your father and uncle. Finally, go out now and kill all the doctors who treated me. It is the trick of the Greek emperor to delay you. Now, you can kill a hundred men and women to bury me; when you have united all the Normans in Italy, kill a thousand men and bury me; but you are in Anna. Tolia went to the holy city, and after establishing an unbreakable kingdom in the land of milk and honey, he killed ten thousand people and was buried for me - remember, I am waiting for your repayment in hell."

Bohemond stood up slowly. He stared at his mother who closed her eyes and was in pain for a short while. Then he took out the pillow and pressed it on his mother's face. "Lord, forgive me, I did the same thing." In order to free the tomb of the Holy Son from the hands of the pagans as soon as possible, this is also what the mother wishes..." At first, the aging Geta instinctively struggled in his arms, and after a while he straightened out. His legs stopped moving, and Bohemond's prayer gradually stopped.

The entire camp became completely silent. Bohemond took away the pillow, shed tears, and comforted his mother's body. Then he threw the pillow on the ground, turned around and slowly walked out of the tent, and then he drew his sword. , and quickly chopped down all the doctors standing outside.

"You are simply crazy, Your Majesty the Duke of Apulia!" The papal legate priest who came to pray stood up and said angrily, holding a cross.

Bohemond, whose face was covered with blood, gently wiped his face with his fingers, "My mother is dead, and all these quack doctors must be buried. In addition, my order is sent to arrange for a hundred prisoners of war to die for my mother."

"You are a barbaric pagan custom, which is strictly forbidden by the Pope!" The priest was so angry that Bohemond's sword immediately rested on his neck. "Go, go and make it for my mother." Even though her deathbed confession was of little significance, she must have gone to hell."

The priest squinted his eyes and looked at the cold Norman sword in the hand of the red-bearded lunatic. Then he cursed a few times, held up the magic weapon, and walked into the camp with his entourage.

Bohemond walked directly to the cliff by the sea. Below there, a triangular light boat built by the Crescent Cult had docked. Then a team came down wearing white pagan clothes, carrying bows, arrows and scimitars. Crescent warriors wearing armor walked up, surrounded by an elder wearing a crown and a red barley robe, followed by an energetic middle-aged lady, obviously a couple.

On the beach, Bohemond opened his arms and shouted, "Welcome, welcome the monarch of Sicily, my dearest uncle Roger, who has come to mourn my dead mother."

The elder stopped some distance away and said, "Didn't she make it in time? I hope the Lord will forgive her soul."

"Uncle, this kind of battle is not convincing. People say that you use pagans as guards. This is not good. I am afraid that on the battlefield, you will be killed as a Saracen or Turkic chief. Although As you grow older, you become more handsome than when you were young.”

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Roger raised his eyebrows and laughed, "Actually, there is nothing wrong with using Normans as guards, except for being greedy for money, lustful, disloyal, immoral, disobedient, arrogant, indiscriminate killing, indulgent, and barbaric. , rude, aggressive, and uneducated, I personally feel that the Normans have no other shortcomings and are almost perfect, so their personnel are very sparse and they are all a small group of desperadoes. But my palace is in Palermo after all, and I need aliens. The financial and military support of the believers.”

"Speaking of this issue of wealth and military power, while my uncle occupied the richest and huge island in this ocean, my mother and I endured hunger, poverty and weakness under this desolate Saracen Tower, and my mother also suffered from it. He lost his life. It is said that my sister Emma is still on the way, and she hired a donkey cart to come." Bohemond said, kissing the pure gold clothes of Roger and his aunt. Pendant, obviously what he said meant something.