Chapter 103: The cup and plate are in chaos (please vote for the first update!)

That night, after driving everyone, the guard knights, messengers, clerks, personal secretaries and so on, Egil began to get angry.

"A bunch of short-sighted bastards!"

As Egil said this, he smashed the precious vase next to him to the ground. By the way, Orientals really enjoy it. In order to relieve their anger, they actually created such expensive, beautiful, and broken things to play with. If it weren't for this, Egil would probably chop people again.

Of course, Continental also has another luxury product that can be played with, that is, glass.

"It's totally wasted my hard work!"

Although he is very frugal in some things in normal times - or stingy, he is not ruthless when he throws a set of porcelain of five hundred Norman Kings. With this alone, Egil can win the title of the most prodigal monarch in the continent. After smashing a set of porcelain, he changes hands with a set of colored glassware, but he doesn't feel sorry for him at all...

"Just follow my orders, that's the best choice! All the autonomy and other things are gone for me!!!"

In the room, Sonia was the only one except Egil. This female killer who could reduce her presence to a level that normal people could not detect. At this moment, Sonia was avoiding the splashing of various porcelain fragments and glass fragments while maintaining a calm state. She had no intention of stepping forward to persuade Egil.

"A group of scum, waste, rice bucket, damn primitive people, barbarians without love!!!" After Egil shouted this, he drew out his knife, took action from top to bottom, and then cut half of the camp tent. He could clearly see the moonlight.

"Prince, be careful—" Sonia, who stood beside Egil, shouted—

"—What?" Egil turned around, and then, a wooden pole originally used to support the tent hit him in front of him. It just hit the back of the guy's head...

"That's it, that's it..." Sonia looked at Egil with a little guilty conscience and said.

"Say it earlier next time..." Egil was broken while speaking and started bleeding. This was the first time the emperor was injured since the Eastern Expedition.

Half an hour later, Egil, who was lying in Nightingale's camp, was covered with a cute bow on his head and still couldn't get upset. He tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and Nightingale, who was lying beside him, couldn't sleep either.

"Okay, your majesty, you need a rest now. If you don't have a good rest, it will be harmful to your injuries." Nightingale persuaded.

"I can't sleep." Egil said in a deep voice, then hugged Nightingale in his arms: "Let's have fun with me for a little bit--" However, Nightingale quickly pushed Egil away.

"This is not good for injuries," Nightingale said.

"I won't die if I have a slight slap." Egil defended. However, Nightingale's attitude was very firm, and he often used Egil's health as a reason. It seemed that Egil would die if he didn't listen to her.

"Forget it...who made you a doctor?" Egil finally complained: "Then it's okay to have a hug?"

"It's very hot." Nightingale complained, while snuggling in Egil's arms. She perfectly showed what it means to be verbal. Speaking of which, if Egil hadn't been injured, she wouldn't have seen Egil so easily. The two youngest ones who were with Egil for the longest time were Sonia and Maria. The one who was most popular in recent times was Egil's new love Bamami. In addition, the one the emperor found from somewhere, and the girl named **en seemed to be inappropriate.

Although Nightingale had such mental preparations and had committed himself to an emperor, his life would not be satisfactory. But he was still a little lonely...

"Do you want to do something a little bit to delay your Majesty's injury longer?" Nightingale leaned into Egil's arms while thinking so, and fell asleep in a daze.

Yet Egil still couldn't sleep.

On the one hand, the inability to vent desire and other things is that he is still very angry - he is angry about the ignorance of those continental monarchs.

"Okay, OK. You're too proud. Is the so-called European Union you envisioned so easy to establish? It's really..."

At this time, Egil's cheap sister Aurora's voice came over. It seemed to be sarcastic, and it seemed to be comforting, saying: "How do you think a pan-European alliance was formed? What made the continental countries unite together? It was pressure. During the Holy Alliance, when workers riots were frequent in various domestic situations, capitalism and even socialist movements were on the rise and fall. The ruling classes of all countries had to form alliances to protect themselves. The morale of the EU was formed at that time under the external pressure of the two major powers of the United States and the Soviet Union, and during the Cold War.

But what about now? There is no internal riots. The feudal system is still in a relatively stable period. And what about the outside? What do you think is an external threat? The crippled Arabs? Or Mongolia, which most Europeans have never heard of?"

"You're right." Egil thought for a moment, and nodded, "Indeed, for the barbarians, swords and whips are more acceptable than laws and agreements."

"...Although there is a slight deviation in understanding, it's almost that's what it means." Aurora was a little speechless when she heard Egil say this. But no matter what, Egil's anger dissipated part of it, which is a good thing. And the rest of the other part... will be solved with this.

Late at night, Egil pressed Nightingale beside him. When the nurse wanted to protest, she kissed her lips, making her unable to say anything. Then she spread her legs...

The next morning, Egil got up refreshedly. After a night of rest, his wounds could be ignored. However, after a night of "treatment", Nightingale seemed a little depressed.

Egil kissed her forehead lovingly, and then pretended that nothing had happened and walked out. Now, the matter in the holy land is over. Then, he should return to his territory and deal with other things. The monarchs of other countries must think so.

"Then let Joan of Arc and Artoria return." Egil thought so, while walking towards the camp area where the Norman spy system was located. He was preparing to write a letter there and then send it through a carrier pigeon. He brought back Artoria, which is now ravaging Thebes, and Joan of Arc, who is confronting the "Persian army" on the border. It is now the territory of the Greeks. It is not worth the Norman army's desperate efforts to do so.

In the following time, the fleets of other countries returned one after another. The Italians first walked, they had their own fleets and did not need to use Norman ships. Before, most of the pirates in North Africa were wiped out by the Norman fleet and would not pose a threat to them. The German princes of the Holy Roman Empire also left with them. They were going to rush back to compete for the throne of the Holy Roman Empire.

The second group of people returning was the Greek fleet. Basil II sent an expeditionary force of about 30,000 people to Babylon, his new country, and made some plans for the territory he allocated to the holy land. This took a total of five days. And his confidant, the famous general of the Roman Empire, Elius, was appointed as the commander of the expeditionary force. Before leaving, Elius was amused and crying. I wonder whether this was his emperor's valuation or his disguised exile.

Originally, the King of France wanted to leave quickly. But the Italian fleet had no free space. He was not very familiar with the Greeks. However, the king did not dare to take the Norman ship after he was killed. So he gathered about 30,000 French soldiers and some mercenaries he recruited from the Christian Crusades. He decided to go by land and return to the continent through Asia Minor. This must have been an extremely difficult journey. Egil continued to silently wish Philip IV to die on the road.

"It's either slaughtered by the Turks or Greeks or taken away by the wolf - let him die soon. No one feels sorry for him." Looking at the Frenchman's back as he walked away, Egil prayed silently.

In this way, there are only more than 40,000 Norman troops left in the holy land, less than 30,000 Burgundians, a small number of Hungarians, and a small number of Christian Crusaders. The army originally exceeded 400,000, and now there are only less than 100,000 people left. The originally noisy, spectacular and crowded military camps are now only left with ruins and garbage. It makes people sigh.

In mid-August, Artoria led the army back - her 30,000 Celtic Expeditionary Force has now lost more than 40%. Only more than 17,000 people are still alive, and less than 10,000 people are still fighting. Artoria is sad and feels a little relieved - she has robbed a considerable vote in Egypt and Thebes. It is enough to make up for her casualties, military pensions, newly recruited troops, and purchase weapons. She is still very rich.

However, this joy was heard in Artoria, and after Egir became Prince of Thebes, it disappeared.

"Are you crazy?! That kind of shabby place! All the ones I snatched were ruins, and all the ones I didn't snatched were pagans who wanted me to die - what do you want to do there?!"

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