In order to survive, Roger racked his brains and squeezed out all the relevant information from his father, mother, and everyone he knew. He pieced together the scene at that time:

About 30 years ago, when my father conquered Syracuse, he experienced a naval battle.

The emir of Syracuse personally commanded the warship, but unfortunately he fell from the ship into the water. His men were frightened, and before they could rescue him, he was dragged into the water by his armor.

Syracuse resisted for several days, but lost its emir. The local soldiers and civilians were unwilling to fight to the death, and finally chose to surrender.

Dad put forward generous conditions, but only required Syracuse to accept the rule of the Normans. There were not many other changes, and *** could also enjoy freedom of religious belief.

Roger thought that since the Emir of Syracuse died in battle and there was obviously no successor, his wife and children would have had time to escape or hide.

But he thought that even the posthumous daughter of the Emir of Syracuse was 30 years old, and the princess in front of him was not that old.

Roger began to search for memories again.

Thirty-seven years ago, Dad was ambushed by the remaining Berber forces in Palermo during an attack. The opponents, relying on their numbers, demanded that Dad surrender.

But Dad chose to attack and destroyed the enemy after several cavalry attacks.

Dad then made full use of this victory and waged psychological warfare. He wrote letters in the blood of his enemies, describing the results in detail, and sent them to Palermo using the enemy's flying pigeons.

Then my father personally led the army to attack the city, and uncle Robert's fleet was also waiting outside the port of Palermo.

Faced with such a battle, the city did not support for a few days before the city elders went out of the city and handed over the keys to the city gate as a sign of surrender.

The conditions proposed by Dad were also very generous. He only asked Palermo to accept the rule of the Normans. There were not many other changes, and the *** could also enjoy freedom of religious belief.

Roger thought that the Palace of the Emir of Palermo was completely absent from this process. They neither surrendered nor were they liquidated after the city surrendered.

He wondered whether it could be understood that in the days before the city surrendered, the Emir of Palermo had escaped with the help of his supporters, or had hidden in Palermo with the help of his supporters.

In short, this Palermo royal family should have survived, and this princess should have been given birth to by the Emir of Palermo when he was absconding. If calculated this way, the princess's age would be correct.

Roger continued to think that his father and Adelaide, who later came to power, had been sitting in Messina, the gateway to Sicily and southern Italy, and they had strict control over the fleet.

It is impossible for this princess to escape from Sicily. It is very likely that she has been hiding in the Arab area of ​​Sicily.

Roger then knew in his mind that this was a princess who was born and raised in a life of wandering and absconding, and he thought of a countermeasure.

As soon as the sky turned white, Princess Amyra and her men surrounded Roger.

Roger saw the princess clearly and he almost forgot to breathe.

She was about eighteen or nineteen years old, petite and about the same height as him. She wore the same style of armor as the others but in a smaller size, and her chest was bulging.

Her face was as soft as a peeled egg.

Her eyelashes are very long, flickering like a cute little camel.

Her eyes are as clear as two clear springs.

Her lips were red and shiny, and her neat white teeth flickered in and out.

"Who are you?"

Roger couldn't move his eyes away.

He thought that it was indeed the product of more than 200 years of genetic modification by the Arab royal court, and the result of the union of generations of emirs and the most beautiful women.

She is so beautiful.

"I'm asking you something!"

Roger thought, not to mention the women he had seen in this life were not as good as her, even the celebrities and anchors in the previous life, who were carefully dressed and beautiful, could not compare to the bare face in front of him.

"Crack"

The sound of the bearded thumb pushing the knife out of its sheath and the blood floating on his body brought Roger back to reality.

Roger looked at this group of Arabs like a pack of hungry wolves looking at rabbits. He was a little panicked.

But he forced himself not to pay attention, deceiving himself that the other person was just an irrelevant passerby, so his expression remained unchanged.

He first put his right hand on his chest, saluted like an Arab, and said: "Stop your eyes." (Note: You mean so well)

Then he asked without changing his expression: "Are you Arab resisters in Sicily?"

"I asked you who you are?" Amyra's face showed impatience.

Roger didn't dare to make excuses, so he pretended to be honest and courteous.

He said: "I am the messenger of Lord Ibn Hamud, and my name is Ruggiero."

After saying this, he stopped talking, like a prisoner waiting for the judge to pronounce his sentence. He thought, my dice have been rolled.

Amira frowned and asked the bearded man: "Assad, do you know who Ibn Hamud is?"

The bearded man snorted and said, "A coward!"

Roger's heart skipped a beat, and he thought it was over.

"Please don't say that to Lord Hamoud!"

"Yes, why do you evaluate Lord Hamoud like this?"

Two Arab warriors stood up to protest. Roger felt happy and had fun.

The bearded man looked contemptuous and unceremonious: "He is just a coward, a dog that licks Yankees' buttocks."

The two soldiers' eyes turned red and their voices became louder.

One said: "We have received favor from him and I don't allow you to say that."

Another said: "Your Excellency surrendered to save our lives. His behavior was noble."

Roger dug out this history from his memory that his father had told him:

At that time, Dad invited Ibn Hamud to negotiate. The emir had given up resistance and personally decided to reach some agreement with the Normans.

But when it came to surrender, he said that doing so was a loss of integrity and unacceptable.

Moreover, his subordinates will never accept such cowardly behavior, and he will be killed before he can even open the fortress gate.

Dad came up with a solution.

A few days later, Ibn Hamud led the main force into the Normans' "well-designed" ambush.

In order to save the lives of his soldiers, he "noblely" offered to surrender, and the Normans successfully captured Enna without any casualties.

Roger looked at the two warriors. He thought, Buddha said, it cannot be said.

"Bah, you are so noble. Surrendering is shameful!" the bearded man spat.

Roger noticed that as the bearded man said these words, many Arab warriors around him turned their heads, with subtle expressions on their faces.

He thought, judging from his father's record, there were probably quite a few of these Arabs who had surrendered before, or whose elders had surrendered.

The two soldiers were irritated and looked at the bearded man provocatively.

"Does a person who was frightened and ran away by a few pigeons with blood letters deserve to say this?"

"It's a lost dog, hahahaha."

Roger saw the faces of some soldiers around him turn from subtle to red, and many soldiers behind the bearded men began to reprimand him.

He praised these two warriors in his heart: What a map cannon.

"You sons of Iberian bitches." The bearded man got angry and pulled out his knife.

Roger saw that his knife was ornately decorated, but it was old.

The bearded man waved his knife and shouted: "Let me give you some color."

"We are not afraid of you," the two warriors also drew their knives and took stances, cursing, "Papal savages from North Africa."

The soldiers behind the bearded man also drew their swords one after another, and the rebuke escalated into abuse.

An older soldier nearby stepped forward to act as a peacemaker. He said: "Don't fight, don't fight, we are all our own people."
Chapter completed!