Eagle Byzantium

After thinking about it, the emperor did not come to any valuable conclusions. He could only walk dejectedly outside the imperial camp curtain, looking at the beautiful and steep plateau mountains, and then at the rebel camps lined up in the wilderness opposite. There were lines and roads for supply - the Emperor took the Roma Plateau, while Gawain took the Southern Cappadocia.

A heartfelt regret came to the emperor's heart. He wished he could go back to the past. At that time, Gawain's soldiers and horses were far less numerous and not so powerful. They just had a large company of red hands. At that time, in Miley Ocephalon, why did he believe the other party's rhetoric? Instead of directly destroying and killing the opponent.

Now Alexios's heart is dead, and Anna can never come back. She has become a barbarian woman, accustomed to a filthy and barbaric life, and is pregnant with the barbarian's offspring.

"I don't like that child..." The emperor was extremely sad, facing the howling wind on the plateau, "No, my heart is not dying, but calming down..."

However, in the next ten days or so, the situation in the entire area from Milio Cephalon to Konya once again entered a static stalemate. The emperor's army neither continued to attack the Seleucid Guards nor accepted Gawain's peace talks. At least the emperor didn't express his position directly.

The entire plateau is once again covered with flowers, mist, and cold rain.

"Anna, how is your health? Just leave the frontline affairs to me. You don't have to work too hard in Seleucia City. I also sent the same letter to Ingrina. I hope you won't be offended. Sometimes you You should be as optimistic and foolish as she is. Say hello to the Orson girl for me, and take care of our eagle and cat for me." Under the quiet candlelight of the tent. Gao Wen leaned on the table and wrote carefully on the letter paper with a reed pen. After a while, the candle went out. Gao Wen grabbed the candle with some annoyance, but found that it was very thin, but the wick was very thin. When the Turkic servant relighted another candle on the candlestick, Gawain said angrily to him, "The profiteer in Akum Bazaar sells such crude and inferior candles, I will hang him."

"Then you have to break free from the emperor's noose first." Muzafi'adin said casually.

"Death's noose... never let anyone go." Gawain murmured to himself as he stared at the swaying fire in fascination.

In the distant city of Rome, in the Papal Palace, in the magnificent and elegant palace, Urban was lying on the couch with a sick face, his eyes had turned gray, and under the white light of the candlestick, his face showed terrible spots and gold. Dear Cardinals The bishop sang plaintive songs, took turns sobbing on the bedside, and kissed the ring of the dying Holy See. His Excellency Owen Seth, the deacon of the Cassino Monastery, walked through the corridors with domes one after another with a sad expression. Several young novice monks held candles in front of him to guide the way. He walked out from Urban's bed and looked out. Go, outside the long and narrow window, it is full of cool night and starlight.

But in the square outside the Papal Palace, it was a different scene. Fanatic believers were holding starry torches, singing hymns, and receiving cloaks and smocks printed with crosses. There were about tens of thousands of people, taking the lead. Some were holding various reliquary boxes and praying loudly for the recovery of the Holy See. The whole solemn singing continued all night long.

"I haven't seen such a scene for about two hundred and fifty years ago. The last time was when the Saracens invaded the outer coast of Rome." Owenseth, holding a rosary in his hand and wearing a robe, said with a faint smile. Said a delicate woman sitting alone outside the porch.

"I'm sorry that I was not able to accept the summons of the Holy Father and do my best." Granae, the female doctor of Seleucia, smiled sadly and stood up to salute Owen Seth.

"No, it's not your fault at all. The world will always be biased against women, and I am no exception. Because when I think of you crossing such a dangerous ocean and fulfilling a manly mission, I feel that this is definitely not what a woman should do. "What you're doing." Mr. Owenseth kindly held the female doctor's shoulders, "Go back and talk to him." Reunion of distant husbands. It is difficult for the self-righteous male doctors in Rome to tolerate you. They circle around the couch of the Holy See, roasting it with red-hot mugwort all day and night, bleeding him, and giving him blood. Looking for weird and useless herbs and animal meat. We will all die at the hands of these quacks, won’t we?”

"But I just want to see the Holy See."

Owenseth pressed the female doctor's hand, then kissed her cheeks lovingly, and drew a blessing with his fingers, "Go back, my child...it's useless."

At this time, a mournful bell suddenly rang under the night sky, and then the bells of the entire city of Rome echoed from far and near, one after another. People in the square cried out in pain, and they rushed outside the palace like a tide to listen. Come the heartbreaking news, "Our Holy Father, the helmsman of St. Peter the Pope, has ascended into heaven."

"May the Lord forgive us all our sins!" the crowd shouted before and after, crying and mourning in silence.

"I hope His Excellency Gottschalk of Seleucia can express condolences to the ascended Holy See on behalf of everyone." Granaai also burst into tears, holding Owen Seth's hand tightly, and then let go. "I hope you can take care of yourself, and I hope you can continue to lead the people of Christ." Then she wrapped herself in a headscarf, and surrounded by several casual guards, she walked down the steps under the bell tower and quickly disappeared among the crowd.

"Of course, of course I will continue to lead this great spiritual world." Owen Seth looked at the back of the female doctor leaving, whispered, exhaled bursts of white air from his mouth, after all, the early morning of spring is still relatively cold. He couldn't help but think of just now, before his death, Urban had dismissed everyone else behind the screen, and said to him hoarsely, "The Privy Council meeting decided that you will succeed me."

"Tell me your wish... I will report to you when I get there." Owen Seth grabbed the dying Urban's skinny hand tightly.

"Continue to promote the pilgrimage, and it would be best if the whole of Jerusalem belongs to Pope St. Peter, so that we can lead the whole world. And I know that you had a good impression of Stephen Gawain because you mediated the war between Amalfi, Pisa and the Normans. I am the same, but you cannot abandon the duties and judgment of the Holy See for this - all secular countries established by pilgrims must be under our ropes and rings, including Gawain's, understand?" Urban used up his last strength, and after he finished speaking, his eye sockets became sunken and his breath became weaker and weaker. It seems that this last bitter warning took his life.

But what Urban didn't know was that Owen Seth had continuously received a large amount of money and goods sent by Bari in the past few months before he became seriously ill, and used it to bribe other powerful cardinals, which was considered to have gained an advantage in the secret meeting.

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So when the new pope put on the mitre and walked to the terrace facing the cheering crowd, the first thing he said was, "The great pilgrims before have gone to the Holy City, and I need you who are equally great to go to the Anatolian Plateau and even to the Greater Khorasan region. What we need is to plant crosses everywhere the sun reaches!" (To be continued ~^~)