Eagle Byzantium

"The Holy See is the head, the cardinal's red coat is the nose, the monk is the mouth, we are the arms, we are the minions..." According to Peter's warning in advance, Gawain held the phosphorus fire sword in his hands. Half-kneeling under Urban's crown, Owenseth held up the Pope's letter of appointment and handed it into Gawain's hands while reciting his oath to serve as "priest superior." The cardinals and red-coated men all around also echoed the oath, and the entire Latrano Hall was filled with solemn voices.

Outside the church, in front of the Asynlaria Gate, there were crowds of people. Gawain's guards and soldiers were standing in solemn formation. Under the bell tower in front of the church, Inglina was standing there with some slight worry, rubbing her hands, because she knew, If the pope is really going to grant Stephen Gawain some divine priesthood, as those onlookers said, then it means that Gawain has to stick to the celibacy commandment. What if that happens? Although in the world of the Catholic Church, it is not uncommon for this group of divine personnel to secretly support ladies and even nuns, but that is only underground after all.

"Don't worry, Inglina, the Holy See understands human feelings." At this moment, two ladies, escorted by a strict guard, came directly in front of her in a cloak.

Inglina turned around in surprise, and then her fat hat was lifted by Placidice with a smile. Her blond hair shone beautifully in the sun, "Is it you, Placidice?"

"We are both abandoned women, but have different situations. You are so enviable." Placidice quickly hugged Ingrina into her arms, and then she stretched out her hand and held Yinglina in her arms. Gelina introduced her to the distinguished lady behind her, "The noble Duchess of Tuscany and the Countess of the German border, Matilda."

Then the three women bowed politely to each other, and Birrell, the crude and heavy infantry commander over there, ran over and hurriedly knelt down in front of Matilda. "Get up, Birel, your appearance is simply a waste in the palace. From now on, I will entrust you and three hundred Lombard infantry to the hermit Peter. You should have no objection to being the commander of the army, right? Bring the wolf with you." A wild boar with tusks shouldn't spend his life in a pen in a town," Matilda said calmly.

Birel immediately expressed his wholehearted submission to the decision of the hostess, and then Matilda naturally walked alone in the middle, her young husband followed behind with bowed head, and Inglina and Placidice also naturally leaned against each other. After all, only a woman of her status and power can enter this sacred temple of the Lord.

When the Duchess walked in. The oath session was over, and Gawain was about to turn around and leave. At this time, he saw Matilda, smiling and dressed up, walking towards him on the shining floor under the gorgeous vault, but then she walked away from him. Pass.

When the Duchess finished saluting the Holy See and the cardinals, Peter reminded Gawain quietly. "This is her. Don't forget the promise she made to me in advance. Of course, you can pretend not to know, lest the other party mistakenly think that we are greedy."

Gawain thought for a moment. He stood politely behind Matilda, and when the duchess turned around, she happened to be face to face with him.

"What can I do for you, Your Excellency, the newly appointed Priest?"

"I think you should have made a promise with my adopted brother before, noble female duchess."

"Oh, so what?" Matilda had a tentative smile on her face.

"I just want to say. Gawain doesn't need your two thousand talisman to grant you the land. We can sign another fair treaty instead of a unilateral gift."

Matilda gave away the back of her hand. After Gawain kissed her gently, she expressed interest in his proposal.

"That is the Tuscany and Lombardy regions. As well as Amalfi on the seaside, both sides can enjoy tax-free trade with the city of Bari. Amalfi's glassware and paper shipped from Egypt, Tuscany Wine, grain, war horses, and armor from Cana and Lombardy, as well as fish and salt from Bari, are all on offer.”

As a result, the duchess was bold and bold. She just withdrew one hand and covered her forehead with one hand. She leaned back and laughed without any scruples in front of the Holy See. "You just seemed to have casually included Lombardy's horses and armor." Among them, he is really a cunning Varangian, who is both a warrior and a merchant. I have a dual identity, but I must tell you that it will never be so easy to obtain and purchase these two supplies. The horses raised by the Po River and the equipment and armor forged in Milan are my two arms. Could anyone be in the trade? Would you give up your arms to get the other person’s beautiful hair?”

"Now we are all the arms of the Holy See, and we don't have our own." Of course Gawain is also very good at talking.

"Okay then, let's connect our arms together, but I will still attach a price to these two things, you should be able to understand."

Then, Gawain generously stretched out his hand, shook it with the duchess's, and said that the treaty would take effect immediately, "The ships of Pisa and Amalfi, and the docks and ports of Bari, will take effect from today!"

The bells of Latrano Church rang together, and amid the cheers of the crowd of believers, Gawain, dressed in white robes, took the lead to walk out. After waving to the crowd, he only said one sentence, "The prelude to the expedition has ended, but when We can only end our appreciation of this grand music in front of the Holy Sepulchre." Then he and Peter hugged each other and said, "Goodbye on the Sava River."

"Yes, see you on the Sava River!"

After saying this, Gawain swiftly mounted Quicksilver's saddle, and immediately, along with the Varangian Guards and the Brocade Brotherhood, followed the Asinraria Gate and headed towards the outside of Rome without looking back.

Next to the gate, Gawain raised his whip and whipped Sabina, and then the mare trotted forward, came to Ingridna who was standing, and knelt down. The widow smiled and said to her aunt Placidis, "I'm sorry, I have to leave too." Then she mounted the docile Sabina, smiled at Gawain, waved to Placidis who was still standing there, and stepped into the Tuscolana Avenue.

"Hey, Ingridna, are you interested in accompanying me right now to visit the city protected by the lagoon?" Gawain asked with a smile after the sun slowly passed overhead.

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"Although I don't understand what you are thinking, I am happy to do it, Commander Count Gawain." Ingrina's idea is to travel the world with Gawain, and it doesn't matter.

In April, the Adriatic Sea was as calm as the silk woven by Ingrina. The green islands on both sides were like petrified stones dotted on the silk. Unknown birds kept circling around the masts and sails. With the recommendation letter from Molitor Rosso, the governor of Gania, Venice, Gawain and Ingrina were on a large warship, which entered the lagoon and sandbank route smoothly and unimpeded.

"Look, Gawain, the outline of the city of St. Mark." Ingrina said excitedly on the bow deck like a child, pointing to the shadow surrounded by fog and forest.

"No, that's just the shadow of the sandbank embankment outside the lagoon." Gawain came over after hearing the voice, took a look, and pressed Ingrina's head to correct her. (To be continued ~^~)