The army set out, got up before dawn to make breakfast, packed up immediately after breakfast, and set out on the road as soon as dawn broke. They started setting up camp at noon, otherwise they would not be able to build a stable camp before dark.
Starting in the evening, Phocas and his men drank wine and meat while enjoying the belly dance.
Since Phocas became a member of the imperial family, his hobbies have become the object of imitation by others. Belly dancing from the south has become a new kind of music in the past two years.
A roasted whole lamb was brought to Phocas, and Galini saluted Phocas beside the roasted lamb.
A proud smile appeared on Phocas's face, but he complained: "Oh, Galini, we can just let the servants do this kind of thing, why do we have to do it ourselves."
Galini is in his early forties and looks quite young. He has chestnut-colored hair and eyes, a high nose, and deep eyes, which is very attractive to women.
He said to Phocas calmly: "Your Majesty, their craftsmanship is not good, and they do not control the heat well."
Phocas smiled and asked him to sit aside. He personally cut off the meat from the roasted whole lamb where the neck and trunk were connected, and asked the slave girl to bring it to Galini. This was his favorite part.
When the slave girl placed the roast lamb in front of Galini, Galini stood up and thanked Phocas meticulously.
Phocas then cut two more portions of the meat, one for Hakan and the other for Arda, an officer of the Ghazi Imperial Guards who came to support.
The other nobles could only look at the three people with envy. Their roast mutton was cut by servants.
Phokas leaned back on the sturdy chair and groaned. Immediately, a slave girl put a napkin on his chest, and another slave girl fed delicacies and fine wines into his mouth.
There were many people eating in this way, with the exception of Galini. He could also do this, but he only asked the slave girl Phocas had given him to pour wine into the cup.
The belly dancers wearing 50% transparent tulle skirts and ultra-thin fabric vests danced more and more fiercely. The bells on their wrists and ankles made a crisp and sweet sound, and the atmosphere became more and more lively.
Amidst the sound of dancing bells and the aroma of wine and meat, the surrounding soldiers were pouring bean flour, minced bacon and all the messy things they could find that were theoretically edible into the pot to make a pot.
When everyone was in high spirits, someone came to announce that Duke Wesson had sent a gift to His Majesty the Emperor.
"Oh?" Phocas was surprised, "That boy Wesson will give me a gift?"
Immediately, someone stood up and raised his glass to flatter him: "This must be His Majesty personally leading an army of 100,000 people. Wesson feels like a slime facing a giant dragon. This is the beginning of his attempt to please His Majesty and beg for surrender."
Others who were a step behind also stood up and began to flatter him.
One person said obscenely: "Your Majesty, you can't give him an advantage. I heard that his fiancée is the most beautiful woman in the upper reaches of the Danube. Why don't you let him offer his fiancée? I also heard that he has many beautiful women there."
Women, and it seems that there is also his teacher Psyche..."
Before he finished speaking, a wine glass and a plate hit him hard on the head.
Galini and Hakan attacked at the same time, and they couldn't keep their heads.
Hakan breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn't repeatedly confirmed that Grandma Psyche was staying in Wesson and not following him, he would have run away long ago.
Phocas made a gesture, and naturally someone understood.
He was just a minor nobleman. If he died, he would die. The body would be dragged away and thrown away. The army, property, and territory would all be taken back to the emperor. Naturally, someone would take care of these things.
Galini glared at the body being dragged away and remained silent for a long time.
The other nobles pretended not to have seen it, so what if they did, and would they attack the two Dharma God Masters?
The scene became lively again, with people taking photos of flattery and belly dancing, as if nothing had happened just now.
"Okay, okay" Phocas stood up with a smile, "Let me see what good things Wesson has sent."
The gift was quickly carried up. It was a large box that was as tall as one person. It could accommodate several people standing inside.
The few people who brought the gifts lowered their heads and did not dare to look up at Phocas.
"Is that you?" Phocas asked him in surprise, "Aren't you at the forward camp?"
The few people knelt down all of a sudden, and the leader said tremblingly: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... the camp is lost!"
Phocas's face suddenly darkened, but he did not order any punishment for those people. He just said in a cold voice: "Tell me clearly what happened."
The defensive strength of that camp is not low, but if Richard Nall took action himself, it would be no different from one made of straw.
Phocas has led the team for many years and knows that we should not be too harsh on failures caused by strength gaps. We should ask clearly before talking.
The leading officer lowered his head and said: "The day before yesterday, a woman came with gray hair and a flaming saber. She rode directly up to the camp and chopped down the gate of the camp, and led a dozen people in."
"After they came in, most of them fought against the wall. The woman led a few people and killed us from beginning to end. When they finally came in front of us, they were covered in the blood of our brothers."
After he finished speaking, someone immediately said: "Your Majesty, this woman should be Princess Mary of the Osmaga Empire."
Phocas just nodded without saying anything and asked someone to open the box.
There is a button on the wooden board of the box. When pressed, the wooden board will fall in all directions like flowers blooming.
A black shadow suddenly shot out of the box, spun around in the air, and flew towards Phocas.
Galini stood up all of a sudden, raised his hand, and a flaming arm stretched out two meters and grabbed the black shadow.
"Elemental puppet?" Galini frowned.
It was a dark bird that looked rough, with a letter inside its body.
Phocas took the letter from Galini's hands and read it. His face, which had darkened after seeing the gift, was so angry that the fat on his cheeks trembled.
"Wesson!" Phocas roared angrily, slamming the letter on the table in front of him, "I must kill you!"
Galini also had a dark face and carefully picked up the letter, only to see Frederick writing on the letter: "You Phocas [expletive] Wesson! You actually dared to blackmail me back then! Now that I'm here, I want to
Anyone who lives can wear this dress and belly dance in front of me for three days and three nights!"
Others present were speechless and did not dare to breathe after the box was opened.
What Frederick sent was a belly dancer's skirt, worn on a wooden man. The figure of this wooden man was exactly the same as that of His Majesty the Emperor.
Moreover, this skirt was made of rough linen, and was only worn by dancers in the shops where sailors and coachmen went.
Galini was also so angry that his eyes were on fire. He turned to Phocas and said, "Your Majesty, I will capture Wesson and let you punish him!"
After saying that, he left without caring whether Phocas agreed or not.