Everyone returned to the hall together.

Roger saw two French knights and housekeepers tied up in the corner of the hall and placed flat there.

Philip was tied to the guest seat's backrest chair next to the long wooden table in the hall.

When the princess saw Philip, she ran over with her skirt and threw herself on Philip, her mouth shouting "Dear Dear" like a nightingale crying.

Philip looked righteous, like a hero who had died. He comforted the princess: "My sweetheart..."

Roger curled his lips and watched the bloody drama.

He held Little Bosimund's hand and pressed the boy on the main seat of the long table.

He comforted the boy: "Don't be afraid, kid, I'm your uncle, we are all Ultraville, our family."

The boy said shyly: "This seat was seated by Uncle Philip."

The princess called for someone to untie Philip's rope, but no one paid attention to her.

She tried to untie the rope by herself, but she was too weak to open the knot that the personal guard had tied.

Roger held Boschmond down and prevented him from standing up.

He saw Rinaldi standing beside him showing a look of praise.

Roger shouted to the princess, "Sit down!"

The princess was frightened and she sat on Philip's left seat tremblingly.

Roger punched two "bang" at the wooden table in front of the first seat on the right hand side of the main seat.

He shouted, "Sit here!"

The princess moved over and sat down tremblingly.

Roger touched the hilt of the sword and asked the princess: "Is Philip a noble?"

"Yes, he's the baron."

"Who sealed it? Are you or Boschmond?"

"He turned out to be..."

Philip interrupted, "I am the court jazz of Lord Fulk, Earl of Anjou, and my title was granted by Earl of Anjou, really..."

"Shut up, didn't ask you."

Roger's face looked fierce and fierce, which scared Philip's fair face even pale.

But Roger had no murderous intention in his heart.

Roger thought that if Philip was not a noble, then the matter would be very simple. He could directly chop him up with the reason that the civilians offend the nobles.

But now he has to let go of this idea.

He thought that beating a dog depends on the owner. He still knew that the person had participated in the Eastern Expedition and was very famous. The warriors who returned from Sicily's expedition talked about him.

Roger knew that this man had a great influence in France and had many relationships in England and Normandy.

Roger was not afraid of Fulk, Earl of Anjou. He just felt that when he was fighting for the throne of Jerusalem, there was no need to increase uncertain risks to his rear for a small person like Philip.

Roger knew that from a legal perspective, it was wrong for him to interfere in Taranto like this.

Taranto belongs to Apulia geographically and does not belong to his own jurisdiction.

At the same level, Count Taranto is at the same level as himself, both subordinates of the Duke of Apulia and Calabria whom he never cared about.

Little Bosimund's mother did nothing wrong. Before the child became an adult, a widowed mother could find a nobleman to govern him.

Roger thought, so although the Regent hated him, he not only could not cut him down, but he could not even drive him away.

Just like after his father, Old Roger, his uncle, and all kinds of elders could not come to Sicily, and he used the name of helping him stand out to point fingers at the Regent Adelaide.

I can't seize Taranto by force by relying on Uncle Bosimund.

He knew that in the Christian world, there was a reason to grab territory.

So Roger gave up his unrealistic ideas and recalled his original purpose of coming to Taranto.

He looked at the knight Rinaldi, and the veteran was his purpose.

But Roger knew that Rinaldi would not follow him, he would only follow Bosimmond.

Roger suddenly had a bold idea.

He leaned over and asked Little Bosimmond: "Are you interested in going to Antioch and inheriting your father's principality?"

Little Bosimund looked at his mother uneasyly, and he said:

"Mom said Antioch was too far away and the road was very dangerous."

Roger continued to tempt it, like a snake tangled in an apple tree, he said:

"It's dangerous to have a person in the past, but if you have an army, it's different."

"But I have no army, only dozens of veterans guarding the fortress. My mother said I was still young and could not summon the nobles in the territory."

Roger thought, if you are a little brat with no prestige and an unpopular regency, it would be strange if the rebellious Norman nobles in your territory would pay attention to you.

He said: "Child, your future has unlimited possibilities, don't let your current situation limit your imagination."

"Uh, uncle, I didn't understand."

"For example, you can hire an army."

"Where can I hire an army?"

"I, I happen to have an army, just outside the fortress, with more than 5,000 people."

"Wow, there are so many people, but, but, it's very expensive, I don't have money."

"Just one gold coin."

"Ah? It's impossible, how can it be so cheap?"

Roger felt that he had acted a little too much. After all, this kid is an Ultraville. Even if he has never seen the world, he is still a fox who has never seen the world.

"Well, this is just a deposit. When you reach Antioch, you will pay the rest."

"Is Antioch rich?"

"Yes, many, many, have you ever heard this saying: 'The East is so rich, with cow milk, goat milk and honey, spices, pepper and gold gems everywhere.'

"You think, how rich that is. At that time, you'll just take some of it for me."

"Uncle, you didn't lie to me."

"Big nephew, you call me uncle, can I still lie to you? The same blood is flowing in our bodies. We are all Ultraville, the Ultraville family, and we have always been united."

"But, uncle, although I can't tell you, I always feel something is wrong."

Roger gave up and didn't even want his face. He cried and begged:

"Big nephew, help uncle, it's hard for uncle."

"Uncle, you..."

"I'm poor."

Roger pulled out the "mosquito bite" and turned the hilt of the sword to Bosimund to see.

"I'm so poor. Look, which count decorated his sword with such a poor amber?"

"Well, this amber is really not awesome."

"It's because I'm poor, my eldest nephew.

"Sicily is poor, bad, and there are many unruly people. I won't raise an army, I'm bullied, so I'll raise an army. There are so many people, and people eat horses and chew it, that's a lot of money.

"Isn't this so poor that I can't live anymore, I can only come out to make a living.

"Big nephew, are you unwilling to help me when you see your uncle in trouble?"

"Of course not."

"When you arrive at Antioch, can you spoon more milk, honey, dig a few more pieces of gold and gems for your uncle?"

“This is OK.”

"Then uncle, thank you first. You are such a kind-hearted person. Then this matter is decided."

"Okay, uncle."

The princess cried and said, "I don't agree. I'm the only child. He's gone. What should I do?"

Bosimmond was hesitant.

Roger cut off the rope that bound Philip with one sword. He hugged Philip's neck and leaned into his ear and said:

"Little Boschmond is about to become an adult in a few years. If he stays here, how long can you be regent?"

Philip's eyes rolled, and he said to the princess affectionately:

"Your Highness, you and me..."

Roger straightened his body, he was not interested in the next blood.

He turned to Rinaldi and said, "Let's go together and see if your young master can become like his father."

"As for orders, sir."

"Uncle," Bosimmond suddenly inserted into it and asked, "What's your mercenary group's name?"

"Catalonian Mercenary Group."

Roger answered without thinking. He was used to it and could not explain it clearly. He pushed all the things he could not explain clearly.
Chapter completed!