Just as Zhao Fubo and his friends rushed to Egypt along the Red Starry Sky Night, the situation in Egypt was not at all calm.

At this moment, led by the French Emperor Louis IX, in order to avoid the winter storm in the Nile Delta, Louis IX decided to spend the winter in Cyprus. He rejected Constantinople, Antioch and the Knights Templar's request to interfere in local affairs, devoted himself to Egypt, and sent 600 archers to Pochmond of Antioch.

At the same time, the fleet of his ally, the Republic of Genoa, began to clear the obstacles to future landings in Egyptian waters. Although they had not had too many conflicts with the Egyptian fleet, they had intercepted or defeated a considerable number of fleets of the Arab Empire.

They were from Syria and belonged to the fleet that sent Mamluk warriors and combat supplies to Egypt. Sophia's father, because he was a Spanish, served as a Spanish fleet officer before becoming the province of Cote.

It is precisely because of this experience that he became the guardian of Damietta City. Damietta City, also known as Dumyat City, is located in the east of Egypt, and is less than 60 kilometers away from the Port of Seed, which has not yet appeared. While defending the harbor, he tried his best to protect this harbor and fortress in front of the Seventh Crusade army, which was mainly composed of French teams, as well as some English and Scots, the Seventh Crusader Army in history.

But for some reason, when he sent his main army with most of the supplies, troops and warships to Damietta, he was not attacked. But when he was slightly aware of Mustalsin, he led his followers and the last dozens of knights to Damietta, he encountered a fleet led by Earl Artowa, a brother of Louis IX.

As a result, because the other party had a large number of ships and completely surrounded his small ship, he had to lower his sails and surrender and became a prisoner. But nearly half a year has passed, and his daughter Sophia seems to have not raised enough money to redeem herself.

He knew that it was a difficult thing. Although he was the governor of the province of Cote, it was entirely because the wife of the former governor needed a powerful person to become the master of Cote. At least in the Arab Empire, no woman could easily become a leader.

The reason he chose him was because his ex, also a Spanish man. He even had some inexplicable kinship with him. He, who led a small fleet of boats at that time, was not clear about the relationship between them.

Therefore, his province of Cote or his status as governor came inexplicably. If described, it would be like a fortune from heaven. Of course, in the days after he arrived in Cote, the development of Huangsha City also benefited him a lot. Therefore, he had several conflicts with Governor Bosaro.

Governor Carlos looked at the letter paper on the table with only the words "Dear Daughter" written, and didn't know how to continue. He didn't know how he should tell his daughter that he might be sold to France or Britain as a slave.

Of course, according to the documents he saw, his slaves acted for a limited time, but he was not sure if he would have the chance to come back to visit his daughter alive in his lifetime. From a certain perspective, his letter was his final letter to his daughter in this life.

The only regret in my heart is that I didn’t see my daughter getting married.

"Sophia..."

Calling his daughter's name, his hand holding a quill could not help but cover his face. Tears in his sour eyes were almost flowing out of his eyes. But after enduring it for a while, he put down his hand and prepared to start writing.

Unlike the governors of the Arab Empire at that time, he did not have a big Muslim beard. Instead, he had a mustache and some goat whiskers under it.

He believed that his daughter had done all his strength to rescue him. As for his wife and two other stepdaughters, he believed that they would not be sad because of him. Until now, he had not seen his daughter, and he was already desperate.

In these last few days, His Majesty Louis IX, of the Cape dynasty in France, gave him a private letter. Although as a governor, he was an admirable enemy. But as a pagan, a devout Catholic had the duty to destroy.

He had nothing to say about this. The war between the two countries was not something he could control. Carlos himself had done this way, and in this era it was definitely not a matter of detrimental to honor.

"Sophia, I believe that I have done everything I can, but sometimes things in this world will not change because of our affection. What I want you to know is that no matter where you go, no matter what happens to me, I always love you deeply.

I hope…”

What hope is, Carlos stopped writing again. He didn't know how he hoped his daughter would be. This time, in order to raise money to rescue him, his daughter probably had paid everything she could give. Even that included a woman, the only thing she could give.

Carlos wanted to get these things, and it was precisely because of these things that he had some hatred for his wife. Unfortunately, love with the combination of interests would not have a good result. This was something he realized until he was sold to Europe, and there were not many days.

"...I hope that because of my stupidity, I will not cause more trouble to you. In the days when I am away, I hope you can take good care of yourself. You are a courageous girl. I believe you will take good care of yourself for me. If possible, I will pray for you every night!"

Although Carlos was not a Muslim, his Catholic differentiation would not be recognized by others. At least these Catholics on the island of Cyprus would not recognize his identity. Compared to the Earl of Artuva who captured him, he was just a governor representing a large sum of money.

He wrote the letter, sealed it in an envelope, and used his own ring to cover the badge of his own house on the fire. Then he handed it over to a young knight beside him.

He was not a Frenchman, nor a crusade. He was a young subordinate who could deliver letters to Carlos. As mentioned earlier, Louis IX had the characteristics of mercy towards pagan enemies, but at the same time he also possessed all the virtues of the monarchs of Europe at that time.

Historians' evaluation of Louis IX is that he was a perfect monster that had never been seen in this world. He was regarded as the role model of the monarchs of medieval France and even Europe. He was even regarded as a saint of the *** religion after his death, so Louis IX was later called St. Louis.

Of course, he has nothing to do with the title of "Saint Louis" at this moment, but what he said at this moment has shown a strong human touch in his severity towards the enemy. Especially for Carlos, an Arab governor who, on the surface, has quite a bit similar to the Crusaders.

At this moment, after giving the letter to the young man, Carlos drew his sword. In the swaying light of the candlelight, he used the cross formed by the hilt of his knight's sword to face the young man in front of him.

"Fernando, I now give you a knight. You know that although I am not a true Catholic, you have been with me for so long and should understand these things. Now you follow me to tell the knight's oath."

"Knight's Oath"

Humility, integrity, mercy, bravery, justice, sacrifice, honor, soul!

A strong enemy is facing a strong enemy, not fearless, be brave and loyal, be honest and righteous, be honest, be loyal and upright, rather die than surrender, protect the weak, be in violation of the laws of nature!

I swear to be kind to the weak, I swear to fight bravely against ***, I swear to fight all mistakes, I swear to fight for unarmed people, I swear to help anyone who asks me for help, I swear to not hurt any woman, I swear to help my brother Knight, I swear to treat my friends sincerely, I swear to be unswerving in love to death.

The young man knelt on one knee and followed Carlos to read these, his voice trembled somewhat. When the sacred ceremony was held, both of them were fully focused, and they did not notice that someone outside the window seemed to be looking at them with some kind of mercy.

"How is this possible?"

A slightly taller person looked at this strange scene, and even he had the intention of going in, watching the ceremony nearby, and asking about the truth. However, another person following him said the following words.

"My dear brother, don't you know that a kind of pagans will pretend to be their faith? Even the devils will pretend to be God so that we can win our sympathy!"

The taller man was silent, and he restrained himself from going in and asking about the final thought. He turned his face and quietly replied to the crusader next to him in a white cloak.

"Well, he is your captive, you can do whatever you want. But I want you to promise me that if he is really a knight, then let him go. If any loss caused to you by releasing him..."

The Crusaders beside him hurriedly stopped his words, and although they were respectful, they stopped his actions.

"No, my dear Your Majesty, if you want him, I will hand him over to you without reservation. No matter you release him or do anything else, I will have no complaints. The only thing I want to say to you is that as a loyal Crusader, I will not be easily deceived by a pagan."
Chapter completed!