Eagle Byzantium

This speech stunned Diogenes and Tertius beside him. General Nose-nosed then calmed down, but the guard was extremely nervous, because at this moment, the letter of authorization from His Majesty the Emperor had not been opened. How could Gawain know the official title?

What was even more incredible was that Gawain's sword had a strange origin and had never been sheathed. It was extremely brutal and cruel, and the effect was the same after stabbing believers of any faction. How could it be owned by Archangel Saint Michael? He had heard Gawain say before that this sword had been cursed by the devil, but how could it suddenly change and actually...

In addition, Gawain's words were by no means delirium. In fact, it was equivalent to outlining his marching route. He would go directly from the ship, cross the Ionian Sea, break into the narrow strip of Calabria, and then go north to lift the siege of Amalfi. Then his final destination, could it be the Bari area of ​​Lucania on the other side of the ocean (facing the Adriatic Sea)? Because, in the Italian city of Bari, the most famous holy sites are the tomb of Saint Nicholas and the cathedral named after him.

Could it be that the princess taught him these fancy and sinister things? It's unlikely...

When the soldiers cheered, Diogenes stared at Gawain who was holding the sword. Then he opened the emperor's letter of appointment, without reading the content (he couldn't understand it anyway), and covered the content with his hand, revealing only the purple ink seal below, and said loudly to everyone, "Sure enough, this is your Majesty's official title appointment, just as you wish. In order to live up to your Majesty's high expectations, we will swear to go to war today!"

"For the eternal resting place of Saint Michael and Saint Nicholas!" When the soldiers drew their swords to encourage each other, Gawain hurriedly put the letter of appointment back into the box.

The fleet sailed boldly through the islands and coastal wastelands, bid farewell to the beacons and lighthouses on the shore, and headed towards the unpredictable sea. The sailors and soldiers shouted and raised the new "military flag" on the mast, which was made of six silks of satin sent by Ingrina and printed and dyed. It was a mixture of red hands and cross-shaped swords, and then worshiped together with the portrait of St. Nicholas.

"Gawain, tell me honestly, what is the title in His Majesty's letter of appointment?" Diogenes, who finally couldn't bear it, pointed to the supreme commander sitting on the deck and said.

When Taitsius heard this, he hurriedly wrapped his cloak tightly and shrank to the side of the mast, ignoring the scene.

Gawain didn't seem to mind, so he took out the document from the box and handed it to Diogenes. "What? You are just Aconis of the Lombard Company, the most ordinary commander of the barbarian mercenaries. How can you say that you are a grand duke? How can you say that you are a high-ranking sword-bearing noble, or the first sword-bearing noble! You should know that such a person is qualified only after being granted a purple robe by His Majesty." Diogenes' sweat on his forehead came out under the sea breeze, and he angrily accused him. Then he, who was roughly fluent in writing, looked down and said, "Also, His Majesty clearly asked you to hand over 70% of the spoils for His Majesty's expedition to Moria, but you transported all the war horses, coins, grains, cloth and silk to the fleet."

"I'm done?" Gawain squinted his eyes and looked at the guard officer, sitting cross-legged on the deck.

"I'm done, and you have the right not to make excuses." The guard officer angrily protected his hands and leaned back on the mast, ready to ignore Gawain.

"I'm just doing futures for official titles." Then, Gawain gave this answer.

"Futures, what futures?" The officer said he had never heard of it, while Taitishius on the other side of the mast shook his head and smiled, probably saying that he was no longer surprised.

"That is, the expected goods. I can first take the same amount of money as the virtual goods, obtain the capital to win greater profits, and then deliver the goods after the date is up." Gawain leaned on the side of the ship leisurely, the wind blew his short brown hair, and then he saw Diogenes' puzzled look on his face, and continued to explain, "For example, I want to transport 10,000 modi of wheat from Smyrna to Amalfi, but because the two ports are too far apart, or it is not yet the season for wheat to mature, the Amalfi merchants gave me a sum of money in advance. I spent a lot of time, and finally delivered the expected grain to them at a price that did not fluctuate in two years. That's it."

"But why does Smyrna sell grain to Amalfi? Amalfi can also buy wheat from Sardinia." The officer said he couldn't understand it at all.

"Perhaps Sardinia is now full of Crescent chiefdoms, and they are unwilling to sell wheat to Amalfi. Okay, this is not the point. For example, the official title is the money, and the grain I promised is my subsequent achievements in Italy and the lost land I recovered." After Gawain finished speaking, he asked Diogenes if he understood. At this time, the guard frowned and nodded to show that he seemed to understand a little.

"That's good." Gawain stood up and walked towards the bow. He wanted to ask the sailors about their current itinerary. The guard behind him was still scratching his head and thinking about the "official title futures", muttering.

In the Corinthian Temple Church, Ingrina, who had finished praying, was standing in front of the sunset, looking at the sparkling Pereira Bay. The man left with the ship and the mast and never returned until her servant told her: Gawain had gone to Italy, but accepted her gift.

"Is it true that in his eyes, I am just a widow without wisdom and appeal?" Ingrina covered her face in annoyance, feeling sad in vain. The wooden plank passage that symbolized her friendship with Gawain, glittering in the sun, still stretched across the land between the two bays. Amalfi's warships and merchant ships were anchored in the Gulf of Corinthia. Some sailors went ashore, and some lay on the deck, leisurely watching the sun and clouds move into the ocean.

"No, I must cheer up. Commander Count Gawain is engaged in a great voyage and journey. I should pray tirelessly for his protection in front of the Lord and the angels, hoping that he can achieve a more glorious victory." Just as Ingrina was cheering herself up, a messenger with a cloth cap and a girdle held a box, and stood on the steps under the guidance of her servants, asking if the letter from the imperial capital to Stephen Gawain could be accepted here.

"Oh, yes, just leave it with me for the time being." Ingrina replied.

On the beach of Calabria, a tall warrior with a red feather on his head, riding a silver horse and holding a towering lance in his hand, swiftly passed the long grass on the hillside and the isolated Saracen tower on it, and came to the gate of the nunnery surrounded by the mountain wind.

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The nuns were sitting outside for a public meal. The warrior came to them with the sound of horse hooves, then inserted the lance and turned over to dismount, holding the rosary in his hand, and bowed politely, "Respectable nun, may I ask if the tomb of the Duke of Apulia's mother is here?"