Eagle Byzantium

The area around the Spring Valley had not yet been checked and blocked by Alexius's army, but the emperor's ships had already arrived one after another, and many soldiers in scarlet clothes had also landed with weapons.

So many foreigners on the roads and warehouses in the merchant district were very nervous about this situation. A ship loaded with goods had just weighed anchor and sailed towards the Golden Horn when it was stopped by several aggressive imperial ships and forced to return to the shore. Then the Tekopo people jumped onto the deck of the enemy with bows and arrows. The sailors and civilians on the ship were grabbed one by one and expelled to the shore. They were ordered to line up, and the leading officer examined them one by one to see if there were any tall barbarians with blue eyes or short girls with brown eyes. The whole scene was very terrifying.

"I'm afraid it won't work to borrow a boat from the Venetians."

While the emperor's army was concentrating on the shore, Gawain and Anna quietly walked out of the edge of the forest, and Muzafiadin and the hunter, who had circled around, also found them with their horses and bags on their backs. The four of them came to a secluded fishing village in the corner of the Spring Valley: most of the people living here are ordinary Greeks, who make a living by fishing around the Bosphorus Strait, but now that the emperor has closed this place, they can only hang fishing nets and sit in groups of three or two in the village.

At this time, Gawain hurriedly pointed at the hunter, and then Anna saw the Slav hunter carrying a few animal skins, shouting in Greek, and walked to the entrance of the village in front. Almost everyone in the village recognized him, knowing that this was a hunter who had lived in the nearby Sarabria Forest for a long time and must be here to sell animal skins, so they stood up and waved their hands, meaning that everyone would have no income during this period and no money to buy these luxury goods.

"How could this happen?" The hunter deliberately looked extremely regretful and did not leave. Instead, he kept pestering, "Does my goods have to suffer this fate? Maybe I should try my luck somewhere else. The Pilgrim Camp is a good choice."

"It's useless. I heard that the emperor's troops have recently blocked all the roads leading to their camp and conducted strict inspections. Only merchants with permission are allowed to go in and sell goods. And. Look over there." A fisherman in the village pointed to the merchant district. The chaos there has not ended yet, and the emperor's ships and troops are constantly coming from the bay and the forest.

Then, several fishermen saw several guys with strange costumes around the hunter, one of them was like a little squirrel covered by a pocket. One had a foreign look, and another was as tall and strong as a brown bear. Anyway, they had never seen it before, "Hey, who are these people behind you? Don't drag down our village. His Majesty is obviously in a bad mood recently."

As he said. The eyes of the villagers were obviously unfriendly and suspicious. Anna saw that someone had quietly prepared sticks and fishing forks. They approached them quietly, and they couldn't help but feel nervous. They didn't go through St. Atkins Gate in order to avoid the blockade and capture of their father's cavalry. If they delay any longer, their father's hand will reach here. If they are exposed, even Gawain will not be able to fight against the cavalry sent by the empire. What's the point of going back to Asia?

A gust of wind blew past Anna, and it was Gawain who was in a fierce momentum. He walked in front of the hunter, "Huh?" The hunter just turned around. Before he could say anything, Gawain's fist hit the other's face with a "puff". The hunter was caught off guard and was beaten fiercely with blood all over his face. He fell to the ground with his buttocks. Then Gawain grabbed his collar, knocked him down and held him down, and his big fists fell one after another, and then he shouted and cursed in Oei. "Woo wow wow!" Muzafiadin also cried and knelt in front of Gawain, begging for mercy, but Gawain ignored him and continued to beat the hunter. Anna and other villagers were stunned and stayed where they were, watching this sudden change with their mouths open.

"You can't sell the skins, and you owe me and the butcher's workshop five gold coins for gambling. How can you pay it back? You are finished. I will send you to the guild tonight. Someone will entertain you there. Soon your chin will be served with grilled tuna, and your testicles will be served with Anatolian sheep balls on the tables of the nobles." Now, Gawain began to shout in Greek and continued to beat. He looked hideous, and really looked like the Frank or Norman bodyguard boxer hired by the Italian nouveau riche in the city. Anna was so scared that she covered her mouth.

"Don't beat my father. I am willing to sell myself to you." Muzafiadin cried and said to Gawain.

As a result, Gawain kicked Muzafiadin down, grabbed his face, and pointed at the three horses behind him, "You and your father are just dreaming. Look at you, your beard is as lush as the manes of these horses, and your lower body is probably emitting the stink of pubic lice. You still want to sell yourself to Turkic or Moorish masters? They only like boys with no beards and tender skin. Besides, I don't need money to castrate you! I don't need it!" Anna's eyes widened, and she moved her little hands away from her mouth and covered her ears. She really didn't know where Gawain learned such disgusting and vulgar words like "pubic lice".

"No, no, no, sir!" The hunter was also acting hard, hugging Gawain's legs, crying and snotting, and then pointed over there, "I will ask these fishermen to send me a boat right away, and I will cross the strait with you. The Apulian Norman camp over there should need these animal skins to keep warm, and they can afford the price."

Gawain raised his foot and stepped the hunter into the mud, spinning, "It's better this way, otherwise!" Then he stepped twice and walked in front of Anna.

"Ah?" Anna's cheek hurt before she recovered from her shock - Gawain's big hands like iron clamps pinched her, her small mouth and nose were twisted together, her whole body was lifted up, and the tip of her boots swayed on the ground. Although she could see that Gawain was trying his best to control the strength, tears still flowed out, "Then your daughter will be sold. The Italians over there like this kind of petite girl with black hair. Do you think she can play the harp or the flute?" Gawain finished speaking, and seeing that Anna was even crying, he quickly stretched his arm to her waist and secretly loosened his hand.

The hunter's face popped out of the mud pit, his eyes glaring at him, "Please don't do this, Master!" Then he knelt in front of all the villagers, begging for a bigger boat. He was willing to give three animal skins for free as a commission.

But the fishermen were embarrassed, saying that the emperor's navy would soon block the sea here, and they would be implicated if they lent them a boat. But many people, especially the kind-hearted women, began to relax when they saw Anna's pitiful appearance under coercion. They couldn't bear to see others, especially such a petite girl, suffer so much, and the whole fishing village was talking about it. (To be continued ~^~)