Roger asked calmly: "Have the king of Antioch been caught?"

Linardi burst out laughing and said, "That's really a very interesting thing.

“At that time, King Yaji Siyan of Antioch knew that his men had fled, and that the whole city was filled with escapees and enemies.

"So he rode a mule and went out of the city, trying to hide in a remote place in the mountains.

“While this escaped man wandered alone in the remote places in the mountains, some Syrians who believed in Christ were walking through the mountains for essential goods.

"They saw from a distance and recognized the prince, and were very surprised at why he had to go such a remote place and leave the fortress of the besieged city.

"Then these Syrians said to each other, 'Look, our lords and kings will not be for no reason, traveling from these desolate places on the hills, and the city has been occupied and his men have been killed. He undoubtedly wants to escape, knowing that this man cannot escape from us, because of him, we are hurt."

"That's how these three Syrians discussed killing the king, but they hid everything.

“They bowed their heads and showed the king false respect and great greetings.

“When they approached the king, they grabbed the king’s sword and pulled him away, throwing him off the mule.

"These Syrians cut off the king's head and put it in their own bag.

"They immediately returned to Antioch and brought the king's head to all the Christian princes.

"This head is very wide, with wide and hairy ears, gray hair and a long beard. It is probably drifting from his chin to his belly button."

Everyone laughed and joked with each other: "You have hairy ears, like a king." "Your beard is not long enough to be a king."

The banquet was late at night and everyone parted with great fun.

The next morning, Roger arranged troops and waited in front of the bridge.

Before long, Roger saw the Vafari door open.

A general who was wearing a traditional Norman iron helmet, wearing a shiny but distinctly scarred chain mail, was about the same age as him, rode out on a gray horse.

The general didn't even bring a guard, and ran to the center of the bridge alone.

He shouted, "I am the Regent of Antioch, Rugero of Salerno, who is Bosimmond, little?"

Roger clamped his eyebrows. This man used no respect and did not even call Little Bosimund the prince.

He thought, this was not a good start.

Just as Bosimund, who was beside him, was about to come forward to answer, Roger grabbed his reins.

Roger replied loudly: "There is no Little Bosimund here, only Prince Bosimund."

Shana, staring at her eyes and whispered in surprise: "Captain, are you sleeping in a mess?

"The horse you held is Xiao Boximond."

Zarro on the other side of Shana pulled Shana's arm and said:

"Don't talk too much, the leader is right.

"Little Bosimmond is our usual name, and he said so to distinguish him from his father.

"In fact, his name is Boschmond, and there is no 'little'."

Rugero on the bridge looked up at the sky, reached into his neck and scratched itch, muttering in a low voice:

"The most fucking annoyed by this kind of stinky stinky."

Then he leaned back slightly, raised his left foot and swept over the horse's head, moved his butt, and jumped down.

Then Rugero walked to the bridge and knelt on one knee.

He looked reluctant, but he said seriously:

"Regent of Antioch, Rugero of Salerno, welcomes His Highness Bosimund to Antioch."

Bosimmond asked softly, "Can I go out now?"

Roger replied softly: "Just ride over and take out the momentum of your master. In addition, you can report my title and name."

Roger is no longer planning to use the identity of the leader of the Catalan mercenary regiment.

If he needs to support Little Bosimmond next, the status of a nobleman is essential.

So Bosimund rode forward and slowly walked past Rugero who was kneeling on the ground.

He said as if he was talking to the butler: "Don't be polite and be calm."

"Rugero, I want to invite a banquet to guard me from afar, Lord Roger, Earl of Sicily, arrange it for me."

Rugero slowly stood up, dragging the long tone impatiently and said, "Yes, sir."

Then he shouted at the Vafarimen, "The prince is hungry, go and prepare food quickly. Don't take out the food for the dogs and pick it up."

So everyone entered the city.

Roger's sensitive ears heard Rugero walking by the side muttering softly:

"Aristocrats who have not even grown all their hair will hold a banquet early in the morning. What is this place?"

There was a soldier with a frost on his face, who looked like a warrior, who came over to guide Roger's troops to the barracks.

However, Roger asked Danny to take 200 soldiers to the main fort to take over the defense first.

He led the guards and pulled Little Bosimund to stand at the city gate, watching his troops enter the city, and did not rush to the main fort hall.

Soon there was a quarrel in the direction of the main castle.

A soldier, fully armed and carrying a sword, ran over.

He reported to Rugero, who was standing next to the little Boschmond on horseback, said: "Sir, they say they want to take over our defense."

Rugero waved his hand and said indifferently: "Give them."

So the soldier ran back in a hurry.

After a while, Roger's men came to report: "Sir, you have successfully taken over the defense."

Now Roger was no longer interested in standing at the city gate to bask in the sun.

He greeted Bosimmond and rode to the main fort together.

Rugero was walking around the local area.

When passing by the square in front of the castle, I met a man with a black-bottomed and white octagonal cross on the burqa.

The man had a French standard big nose.

He saw Rugero and asked in surprise: "Why are you back? Didn't you say you want to collect taxes?"

Rugero pointed at Bosimmond, saying, "The master is here, and he is going to have a banquet. Are you here?"

The man looked up at the sky and said, "At this time?"

Rugero said impatiently: "The prince wants you to take care of his work, so I will ask if you are coming?"

The man followed and said, "Why don't you eat someone for treating me?"

Bosimmond turned his head and asked Roger: "Who is this person?"

Roger looked at the man's black background and white octagonal cross insignia and felt familiar.

But he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

It looks like the eight arrows and eight stars of diamonds, but it is only half missing.

He couldn't guess it, so he replied casually: "It's probably Rugero's friend."

Xiao Boximond said "Oh" and didn't ask any more questions.

After entering the main castle hall, Roger saw that there was no decoration inside, and the swords and axes hanging on the wall were all sharp.

There was no tablecloth on the long wooden table in the middle of the hall, and the thick wooden boards were glossy.

A servant was preparing a banquet.

The dining table was filled with gorgeous cups and flowers, but it seemed that nothing could be eaten except wine and fruit.

Everyone sat down separately.

Bosimmond, Little, sat in the main seat, Roger sat in his left hand, and Rugero sat in his right hand, and faced Roger.

The man wearing a black-bottomed white octagonal cross burqa sat on Rugero's right hand.

Rugero introduced casually: "The Pope's lackey, come and eat and drink."

The man was not familiar with Rugero, and seemed to be very familiar with him and could already be immune to the other party's strange words.

He saluted solemnly and introduced himself: "The Pope is directly under the command of the Knights of St. John's Hospital in Jerusalem, Gillard, head of the regiment."

Little Bosimund returned the gift politely.

Roger now knows who the other party is.

Among the three famous knights in the Middle Ages, the first hospital knights established, continued to the modern era and did not disappear. It became a "quasi-national" organization for observers of the United Nations and is one of the most famous micro-countries in the world.

The big nose Gillard in front of him is its founder.

Roger saluted the other party and introduced his identity as the Earl of Sicily.
To be continued...