Eagle Byzantium

Sitting on the couch in the study on the second floor of Pembroke Manor, the pampered Anna, with her black hair loose and "flowing" on her white shoulders and collarbones, curled up between Gawain's broad and majestic arms, feeling satisfied She opened her eyes slightly, and then her hands stretched out unconsciously and sleepily. When he reached the Saracen style open jar beside the couch, he pulled out a thin section of sheep intestines, along with the colorful silk threads attached. He suddenly understood that when he was making Artemisia annua ointment, the pagan doctor took out a piece of sheep intestine from the box. After taking out the sheep intestine tube, what is its original function?

So Anna bit the hair tie, sat up, raised her hands, and simply tied the braid. Then she rode in front of the tired Gawain, pulled the sheep's intestines, widened her eyes, first gestured, and then tied it. When I went up, I found that it was a little short. "This should be used by the Saracens themselves." Anna thought, and then began to "tie and seal" around the colorful silk thread with her slender fingers.

"Anna, you're crazy!" Gawain helped her up in pain and pushed her away. As a result, Anna held up the sheep intestines with a smirk and squinted her eyes, "So that's what it does. This kind of thing can stop children. Produced? You must be very familiar with it, why did you ask the doctor not to throw it into the milk? "

"Because he misunderstood that soaking in milk can make the effect more obvious, and we were in a hurry to save Gottshilde." Gawain said bluntly.

"Then you mean you used to use this often, with the vixen of Conama, or with the widow of Messadeni before? Or with some other woman." Anna's habit of pursuing the source came back to her.

In the past two days, the two of them were in the study and bedroom, regardless of the weather and time outside, not looking at the hourglass at all, and "fighting" crazily in various places and around the furniture. One was the old captain of the flower farm who had completely abandoned his ethics. One was the "Girl's Ship" that set sail with a shiny new sail deck. It was such a stormy sea that the two of them felt exhausted until just now.

"There are only these two, but Orson hopes to marry his daughter Hertomia to me." Gawain pulled the intestines nonchalantly and threw them into the jar again.

"What Hertomia! If Orson dares to think like this, I will send out the Patria Division to destroy him and flatten Lamplon Castle." Anna was furious, "Now you and I are both Orthodox Christians, How can such a blatantly unethical marriage exist?"

"Okay, okay, we have been blocked by your sister Gottschild. We have been delayed long enough. It is time to return to Adana City to join the other pilgrims and sworn brothers. Haoan The city of Tuk is advancing," Gawain coaxed, holding Anna in his arms.

"Do you want me to admit your relationship with the first two, and let them be your mistresses during the marriage?" Faced with Anna's question, Gawain was silent. No matter what, "Holy Sister" Cabea Mia is very cunning and can protect herself in front of Anna. However, the widow is simple-hearted and has to leave everything to Mello and Qise.

Merlot is half of Gawain's "hidden line". Before the battle for the title of Grand Duke, Gawain had already calculated that Anna would rely on the camp manager. Therefore, the two of them reached a tacit understanding in private, tacitly understanding each other, and always let Anna believes that Mero is on her side, "You have to take good care of Inglina, and wait until I return from the expedition to Antioch before making arrangements."

"I'm too lazy to care about you." Seeing Gawain frowning, Anna became a little afraid to overpower and anger the barbarian because of her previous lessons, so she said this with half anger and half coquettishness, and continued to cling to him forcefully. The gentle embrace is about to rest.

Gawain gave up the fight and gave Anna a pillow with one hand. The other hand only scratched her back. Just now he felt that there was something uncomfortable in his diaphragm. He pulled it off and looked at it. Sure enough, it was from Ovid's Kama Sutra. A single manuscript page, or It was written on papyrus, and then - Gawain's eyes couldn't help but widen in horror. He could actually read the lines of ancient Latin tadpole in his mind fluently and understand the meaning!

"Wow", Gawain rubbed the manuscript page, his arms were shaking. Anna on the other side hummed twice in her sleep, as if asking why she didn't rest yet. Gawain hesitated twice and said, "I'll do it first." Go down to find some things. After that, he tiptoed off the couch, covered Anna, and walked to the wall shelf in the study over there.

He was surprised, even a little scared, because he could understand all the volumes of books on the ledge!

There is no reason. Only a few people like Anna could read this difficult ancient Latin, let alone Italy, even in the court of the Roman Empire.

Gawain squatted on the seat, scratched his head, and thought in his head: There is no reason why he has the ability to read this ancient text. There is only one way, and that is to use the sword of phosphorus to kill the person who has this ability. ; And even Emperor Alexios was concerned about this He stayed away from this ancient writing. After much deliberation, he realized that among the hundreds of people he had killed, most of them were vulgar people. As far as he knew, there were only four people in the world who controlled this kind of reading - Ido Ruth, Brenus, Agnes the Sunfish, and Anna.

The first three are all alive and well. No, Anna is also alive and well now. She was not killed by him with the fire sword, and there is no reason to kill her! Thinking of this, Gawain also looked at Anna, who was lying on the couch, sleeping soundly with all her strength. Her breathing was even, her long black hair undulating with her little dove-like chest, and her face belonged to an energetic girl no matter how you looked at it. Dead man's.

Gawain stood up slowly. He stood at the curtain at the junction of the study and the bedroom by the window. He looked at Anna lying in the soft moonlight for a few times, quietly pulled it closed, and hooked it up. Then, the flame of the candlestick in the study became brighter, illuminating the surrounding books. Gawain put on his coat, sat down again, took the phosphorescent sword, and inserted it into the iron ring of his belt. After calming down, his blue eyes stared at the dark corner between the study and the side corridor, where there was no moonlight and candlelight could not reach. The banana leaves outside were flapping restlessly, making a rustling sound.

Why did he suddenly and inexplicably master the ability to read? No, it was not just that. Gawain then took out the reed pen from the wooden groove beside the reading table. On the parchment, the tip of the pen trembled slightly, and then wrote a standard Latin rhyme.

He can still write.

At this time, a gust of wind blew in from the side corridor, and the candle flame fell miserably to avoid it, swaying. Gawain raised his eyes and said in a low voice, "Ajiehe, you have recovered well." (To be continued ~^~.)