The next day Baldwin sent someone a small but sturdy box with neatly placed 50 pounds of gold.

and a pirate contact person who was tied up strongly.

The man whispered in Chiliqia dialect:

"Bastard, dare to treat me like this. When I go back and pay the ransom, I have to ask my brothers to give you some color."

Roger walked over and asked him in Latin, "Tell me, how many of you pirates are there in total?"

The man immediately turned into a flattering smile and said:

"I'm just an intermediary, building a thread to connect the bridge between the two sides.

"I am actually not familiar with those pirates, and they always look for me.

"As for how many of them are, I really don't know."

I, Muttier, interrupted, "I think you are not just a middleman," said: "I think you are not just a middleman.

"You just said, "You want your pirate brothers to give us some colors."

The contact person's face changed drastically, and he said in surprise: "Where, where is it, I, how did I say this?"

So Muttier repeated what the man had just said in the Chiriqia dialect.

The contact person looked at Mutelyi with a dull look on his face, and he murmured to himself:

"Why are you, an Arab, who speaks our words?

"Even the Armenians in the city can't understand our dialect, how could you say it?

"No, it shouldn't be!"

Roger said to him politely: "Now, can you answer my questions honestly?"

"Or, I'll buy a sheep for you?"

The contact person obviously understood what Roger meant, and he continued to speak nonsense and talk nonsense.

So Roger asked Henk to go to the market and bought a sheep.

Henke ran out in a hurry and soon ran back with a goat.

Roger ordered Henk to take the man down for interrogation, and he said:

"It's enough to give him salt water, don't waste honey on such scum."

Henke happily mentioned that the man went down, like a cheerful child holding his favorite toy

The contact person had much less time than Roger expected.

Roger then convened a meeting of senior officers to discuss negotiations with the pirates.

Bosimund, Little, came with Rinaldi.

Roger said: "After multiple confirmations, there are only 100 pirates in total.

"So, there is no need to dispatch the entire army.

“The soldiers have worked very hard along the way and need a good rest.

"So my idea is to register for this action voluntarily."

Shana was the first to jump up and said, "I'll go."

Almost immediately following Shana, Bosimund also stood up and said, "I want to participate."

Roger was surprised at Boschmond Jr.'s statement, but he was also very happy.

He thought, it seemed that this child with Boschmond's blood flowing along the way had grown up after all.

Roger thought for a while and felt that 100 pirates on land were really no big deal.

It is just right for Xiao Boximond to practice his hands.

Roger suddenly became interested.

He thought, this was Xiao Boximond's first formation. As an uncle, he should give him a chance to perform well.

So Roger smiled and said, "Big nephew, that's a pirate who kills without blinking. Are you afraid?"

Little Bosimmond said heroically: "My father's name can make the children here afraid to cry.

"My body is filled with my father's blood, and I want others to be afraid of me, not me, but I am afraid of them.

"I have also come from the battlefield along the way, and I am used to seeing life and death.

"Uncle, I'm no longer the child who vomits when he sees the body."

Roger was overjoyed and said, "Wolfs eat meat when traveling for thousands of miles, and dogs eat shit when traveling for thousands of miles.

"We Norman children must have this kind of ruthlessness.

"Big nephew, I ask you, do you dare to take the lead?"

Little Bosimund replied loudly: "I dare!"

Roger praised loudly: "Okay!"

Then he said to everyone: "This operation is led by Boschmond, and I will only watch it behind the scenes."

Then he patted Rinaldi on the shoulder and said, "How is it, is there any problem?"

Rinaldi said with a gratified smile:

"No problem, it's great, the young master has finally grown up."

So Roger gave up his master's seat and asked Little Bosimmond to come and sit down.

He said: "You can arrange the specific action plan."

Little Bosimmond was extremely excited. He sat on the main seat happily, and then tried his best to suppress his unclosed mouth.

He pretended to be deep and said, "Everyone, this action can only be won, not defeated."

"I would like to help you all, work hard and work together to help me."

Shana seemed to think it wasn't lively enough, she waved her fist and said:

"I suggest that this operation will be completed by the female soldiers.

"The previous battles were dominated by men. This time, let's leave them to women and children."

Little Bosimund pouted and said, "I'm no longer a child."

Shana sowed, "Then do you dare to bring only female soldiers to war?"

Xiao Boximond couldn't sit still on his butt, and he jumped up and said, "What's there to dare to do?"

Roger covered his face and didn't want to see it anymore. He was worried that if this continued, the matter would turn into a farce.

But he could not reject Boschmond's decision at this time.

I just proposed that Bosimund, Xiao, take the lead in this action, and in a blink of an eye, denied the other party's arrangements.

This will greatly blow Boschmond's confidence, and may even make him retreat and continue to be a pug.

Roger thought, forget it, let them go.

He thought, Besides, such an arrangement might not be possible, and those female soldiers are still very good at fighting.

200 female soldiers who have experienced bloody battles may not lose if they fight 100 pirates on land.

Roger didn't say anything, and the others had no objection.

This matter was decided.

...

The September sun hangs on the hill beside Siliff Casey and refuses to set for a long time.

It casts the shadow of the towering castle housed by the low mountain, filled with Eastern Roman soldiers, onto the square in the center of the town.

On the side of the square, in the lobby on the ground floor of the inn, there were already many businessmen and wealthy citizens having dinner.

There are still many sturdy leisure men outside the inn gate and in the square.

They either sat on the ground in groups of three or three, or were strolling around, picking up everything in front of each stall, but they just didn't buy it.

They also often sneak up to a caravan.

The groom in the caravan was a gray-haired man who looked like a retired veteran.

The groom's eyes occasionally glanced at a young man sitting on the ground with his back on the door frame of the inn, with one leg on his back.

The man wore a big straw hat and a wide robe.

The shadow of the straw hat almost completely covered his face, only the neatly-tidied beard on his chin was exposed outside the shadow.

The young man seemed to be a horse dealer. He had several strong men under him, all wearing big straw hats and wide robes, taking care of a group of horses.

Among them is a maroon horse about three years old, tied to the young man.

At this time, a man dressed in a businessman walked over slowly with his big belly.
To be continued...