Roger looked at "his" head in surprise. There was no blood and it was the head of a puppet.

"Fake! Roger is fake!"

Amyra shouted and turned back to leave the car. She suddenly became as stiff as an electric shock.

Roger saw a sharp blade protruding from her chest, and blood spread across her chest like a blooming rose.

Amyra threw herself forward and fell out of the carriage, her beautiful face smashing into the mud.

A short puppeteer jumped out of the carriage and shouted excitedly: "I killed a big shot! A big shot!"

An ornately decorated but somewhat old knife flew over and smashed the puppeteer into the car.

Assad ran over quickly, bleeding from many wounds on his body.

He knelt down in the mud, supported Emila and let her head rest on his lap.

He wiped Amyra's face over and over with his sleeves.

He cried like a father who lost his son, and he sobbed like a husband who lost his wife.

The guard caught up with him, put his gun into Assad's back, and pulled it out.

Assad seemed not to feel the pain, he just wiped Amira's face over and over again.

Roger knew that Assad was dead. Before his physical death, his heart was already dead.

Danny was still fighting. He led the Norman cavalry through the bandits' team and ran into the Arabs head-on.

So the Norman swords met with the Arabian swords, and the two sides hacked at each other on horseback.

A bandit with a gun ambushed him from the side. He stabbed the Norman's horse and his head was split open by the Arab.

The fallen Norman swung his sword to force away several bandits who wanted to take advantage. After standing up, he chopped off the Arab's horse head with his sword.

The Arab was fighting another Norman, and he fell down with the horse. His legs were pinned down by the horse and he could not get out.

The Normans, who were fighting on foot, walked over, stepped on the Arab's sword-holding hand, then turned the sword in his hand and nailed the Arab to the ground from top to bottom.

A bandit approached the Norman from behind. The dagger in his hand penetrated the lower edge of the Norman's chainmail and pulled on the inner thigh. It was like opening a fire hydrant and blood spurted out.

The Norman drew his sword and struck back to kill the attacker. He staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.

Roger saw that the Norman seemed to be looking at his own blood, and seemed to be asleep again. He sat motionless, and the people around him were shouting. The sound of swords and swords had nothing to do with him. He just sat, peacefully and quietly.

Sitting...

Danny fought hard in the crowd, surrounded by enemies.

The Arabs did not seem to notice Amira's death, they were engrossed in fighting.

The bandits were all furious. The third leader had disappeared. The bandits without a command actually managed to fight to the death without retreating.

Roger was condescending. He saw the situation clearly and shouted in Norman French:

"Danny, retreat! retreat!"

Danny seemed to be awakened by Roger's shout, but he did not turn around and retreat. He led his men to avoid the Arabs and cut his way out of the bandits.

Some bandits chased Danny, while others surrounded the Arabs and beat them fiercely.

Danny led the team to the edge of the field. He returned to the team and the knights lined up.

Then they launched a charge and wiped out the bandits who were following them in one confrontation.

Then they continued to charge at the bandits who gathered together.

They rushed over, bumped, chopped, then retreated, ran away for a while, turned around and rushed again, bumped again, chopped again...

The Arabs were trapped in the bandits and could not get out. They had no one to command them, and they gradually divided into several small groups to fight on their own.

…

The fire burned all night and was not completely extinguished before dawn.

The middle straight was so hot that it burned my feet, but I was finally able to leave.

Roger held the sword and led the slaves through the fire, but there was nothing more he needed to do.

The Normans won the final victory, if that can be called victory.

Everyone who could run ran away, whether they were bandits, Arabs, and even a few Normans.

There were only a few left standing. They were covered with bruises and were just trying to hold on.

So Roger arranged for the slaves to go see those who couldn't stand up, and either help them or show mercy.

Mu Tieyi came out of the shadows. Nothing happened to him. He happily reported to Roger:

"Dear Earl Roger, what potential you mentioned last time, I did it!

"I have always wanted to be a playwright, but I never had the confidence. You inspired me. This time I directed a good play..."

Roger walked aimlessly on the battlefield. He was not interested in what Mu Tieyi said. He was not interested in anything now.

There was no joy of success or pride in victory in his heart. He only felt tired and empty.

The intermittent moans and muffled groans were rapidly decreasing, and deathly silence and blood enveloped the battlefield.

Roger did not stop Mu Tieyi's verbosity, which could distract his attention and prevent him from feeling too uncomfortable.

"Mrs. Adelaide did not dare to announce the news of your disappearance, so she told Danny and I to search for you secretly."

Roger could understand that the Normans never lacked speculators. If the news of his disappearance spread, his relatives would probably send troops to help. Who would own Sicily in the end?

Mu Tieyi didn't pay attention to whether Roger was listening. He said to himself:

"In order to deceive others, I found the best puppeteer in Palermo and dressed up his puppet to look like you.

"Then pretend to go on trial in your name, and along the way..."

"Godfather, we found a box of gold coins!"

Two slaves came over carrying a box.

Roger had seen this box. It was the box of gold coins that Hermes, the leader of the Eastern Roman merchants, took out.

The box was opened, and the gold coins glowed like brass under the firelight.

Mu Tieyi picked up a few gold coins and looked at them. He said: "These are the recently minted Nomisma gold coins. They are not valuable."

Mu Tieyi didn't care whether anyone was listening or not, he continued:

"The Eastern Romans lost all their gold mines in wars with their surrounding enemies, including the Seljuks and Slavs.

"So their emperor came up with the idea of ​​reducing the gold content in gold coins, using the same amount of gold to make more gold coins.

"They went too far, and eventually, there was no gold left in the gold coins, and the cost of smelting the gold out of them was much more expensive than the gold inside.

“The current Eastern Roman Emperor Alexius mandated this exchange ratio of gold and silver coins.

"But even so, no one a little further away from Constantinople is willing to accept this gold coin, let alone us in Sicily.

"No businessman is willing to accept this thing. Probably only the country folk who don't know the goods will like it."

Mu Tieyi threw the yellow coin carelessly, and the coin rolled and landed on the body of the third master.

Roger no longer cared about the gold coins. He asked the two slaves:

"Have you seen that Eastern Roman merchant? The man with gold rings on all ten fingers?"

The slave shook his head.

Roger knew that such an obvious feature would not go unnoticed.

Since there is no corpse, it is very likely that Hermes ran away before he and the bandits led by the Third Master started fighting.
Chapter completed!