"Who told him that his own people? The old man in the clan said that his father and Palermo's troops killed a lot of us." An Iberian warrior stood up next to him said.

Another warrior came forward and said, "That's right, the old man said, 200 years ago, you Papar's could not defeat Sicily, but we Iberians helped us to defeat Palermo, Messina and Syracuse.

When the whole of Sicily was defeated, they occupied the best land, while we had strong elders, but only divided them into barren mountains.

We were not with your clan at all. We established ourselves as Emil. These ungrateful guys even came to beat us. It was shameless."

The bearded man came out of trouble and became angry: "Rebellion, you rebels!"

He cursed and pointed back and forth at the Iberian warrior who stood up with a knife.

"Mr. Emil Kelp of Palermo is the blood relative of Hassan Ibn Ali, a direct descendant of the Fatima Dynasty who sent the Governor of Sicily, and is an orthodox. You who have proclaimed themselves as Emils should be attacked."

"The orthodox shit," a warrior seemed to be unable to stand the bearded knife swinging in front of him again and again, and he stood up, "As you say that, we Syracuse are also rebellious?"

Another soldier immediately sarcastically said, "Can you still be orthodox? Do you want me to call you Master?"

An elderly warrior said to the bearded man dissatisfiedly: "Assad, don't forget that you and we are both Papars of the Gellwan tribe, don't treat yourself as Fatima's dog."

Someone behind this old soldier said to him: "Yes, the old man in the tribe said that Sicily was ruled by the Agrab dynasty of Gellwan, and was taken over by the Fatima dynasty."

But some people also objected: "Old thing, the Fatima king in Cairo possesses the relics of the prophet, and is regarded as authentic by all the ***s. Why, are you not convinced?"

He angrily argued with red eyes and objection,

The descendants of Iberia and the descendants of Papal were yelling insults,

Palermo's exiles and Syracuse's defeated must fight for a high or low.

Someone persuaded him to calm down, but he didn't ask for anything.

The bearded man was taught a lesson by the old warrior in the clan pointing at his nose. He blushed and held the knife tightly, his eyes were red and he just stared at the person who provoked him, like a bullfighting.

The other side was still ridiculing him and didn't take him seriously at all.

Roger was very proud when he saw that they were fighting with him and was about to fight with his sword.

He thought that Yan Zi would use two peaches to kill three people. I only used one sentence, and maybe I could break his record if I did it.

At this time, a crisp female voice was like a pleasant bird song, and it was melodious and pleasant. She shouted:

"Stop quarrel! Assad, if you still recognize me as a princess, just follow my order to put away the knife;

Brothers from Syracuse, if you identify with the daughter of Syracuse Emir, my late mother is the princess, and my inheritance of her, please listen to my orders and stop the quarrel;

If you have not forgotten the oath you have made, after your beloved Emil, my father, is willing to follow me and my brother, please listen to me and stop quarrel;

Dear elder, I would like to listen to your narration by the bonfire, but now, please stop quarreling for the sake of the same ***;

Descendants of the Iberian warriors and former followers of Ibn Hamud, don’t you want to hear the news brought by this envoy?

Stop quarreling, let's hear why this messenger came to Palermo."

Although the bearded man was still red in his eyes, he still put away the knife according to order.

The people of Syracuse also suppressed their anger and kept silent.

The others still yelled for a while, but they gradually stopped.

The knife also took back the weapon after being persuaded by others.

Roger thought it was a pity.

The princess's voice was really nice, like the singing of a nightingale. Roger really wanted to listen to it for a while. But the princess's approach was purely based on tradition to suppress people, and the means of diverting attention were also very young.

If someone instigated her, she would definitely be disgraced and let these people fight to the death again.

Unfortunately, Roger thought that he didn't want to take this risk.

But he was also very glad that after such a fuss, these people actually skipped the due review and recognized his identity as an envoy.

Roger saw that everyone's eyes were gathered on him again, but this time it was more like the gaze of his fellow tribesmen, and he was no longer as fierce as a wolf.

Roger dared not make up randomly. He didn't know how deeply Ibn Hamud's old followers here knew their former Emirs.

He adopted a method of deception that was commonly used in later generations - to tell the truth first.

He said: "Mr. Ibn Hamud has been feeling unwell recently. He did not come to attend the Norman boy's Chengjue ceremony. He just asked me to deliver a letter and didn't say anything more to me."

"It's just a letter delivery." Someone murmured.

Someone also asked, "Don't Lord Ibn Hamud want to restore his former glory?"

Roger asked a question and answered: "Sir, don't seem to be willing to have another incident."

Then he began to adulterate into the truth.

He said: "He asked me to send letters, and in addition to the new Count, I also asked me to send letters to a few of his old friends.

He told me not to let the Normans know, but he didn't expect to hit the officer of the City Guard, but I think he shouldn't recognize me."

"Mr. Hamud must have an idea," some people thought they understood.

"What's the point of being a jazz under a little brat? Why not come back and be our emir."

"Can Emil be able to do it just if he wants to?"

"We are willing to welcome the adults back to be an emir, what does it have to do with you!"

"Rebellious!"

"You say it again!"

The nightingale's chirping was loud and bright: "Stop making noise! ​​Stop making noise!"

Amyra stopped the situation from deteriorating in time, saying: "It's getting late, we'll go back to camp."

The people mumbled, but they still scattered and went to find their horses.

Roger thought, and it was a diversion again. Although the technique was rough, it seemed quite useful.

He said to Amyra, "I want to go back and report my life, so I'll say goodbye here."

"Who allowed you to leave?" Amyra blinked her beautiful eyes and said, "Follow us!"

Roger was anxious. He grabbed Amyra who was turning around and about to leave. The bearded man next to him immediately pulled out the knife.

Roger quickly let go of his hand and raised his hand to signal that he was harmless.

Then he said, "I am the messenger of Lord Ibn Hamud, and I will go back and report my life!"

"If you want to keep up, just follow me, what are you talking about!"

The bearded man waved the knife in his hand, and Roger could only obey his orders helplessly.

Next, the group walked in the mountains all day and went around in circles.
Chapter completed!