After this, Aurora snorted twice, not knowing what it meant.

Then he said, "I won't say much, there are still many things waiting for me to deal with. I'll say when will you come back? This is Europe. I have never seen you like this in the East, leaving such a big country for such a long time."

"I'm so sorry." Egil chuckled. He wouldn't die if he said a few good words: "Anyway, my sister who is so smart and capable in the family is in charge. What are I afraid of?"

"Hmph, those sweet words are left to other women. I won't eat your set." After saying this, Aurora's image in Egil's mind disappeared.

"Other woman" Egil shrugged, wondering if this was a sign of jealousy. But it was true that he was indeed going to go to "Other woman".

"I'm really sorry for being a promiscuous man." Egil shrugged without sincerity, and then walked towards Joan of Arc's tent happily. He said, "Joan of Arc, I'm coming in." Then he was hugged by Maria who ran over and threw herself into his arms.

"Master, Master, Master, you haven't come to Maria for so long, Maria misses you so much." [While the little nun said this, he rubbed his little face against Egil's mouth.

"Aren't I here?"

"Don't you want to throw Maria away?"

"No, it seems like a girl as cute as you are, no one will be willing to let you go even for a short while."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true."

"I like Master the most!" Egil rubbed Maria's little head, while raising his head little by little, and met Joan of Arc's eyes and nose.

"I'm sorry." After a while, Egil lowered his eyes slightly, and then said to Joan of Arc.

"How to say, it's best if you can be safe." Joan of Arc wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then smiled: "You are tired too. You seem to be very busy. Do you want to take a break?"

"don't want."

Joan of Arc was a little surprised, and Egil actually rejected her proposal.

"I can't always do this, throw you aside." Egil chuckled, "Let's talk."

De blushed a little, nodded and agreed to Egil's words.

"I've thanked you so much recently... That's it, Egil seems to be holding a little girl

He held Mary like a child and sat next to Joan of Arc, and then said this.

"Bad man" Joan of Arc finally couldn't help but pounce on Egil's arms, and said while crying: "You... like to make girls cry."

"This is my honor." Egil took a deep breath, and then hugged Joan of Arc. The two of them completely ignored it and struggled, while saying, "It's so sad that I can't breathe." The little nun Maria was immersed in the world of the two...

On October 3, 1003 AD, the Norman Empire's 100,000 troops entered the outskirts of Rome and were granted the Pope's concession to the parade in front of the Pope's Hall. King Egirran of the Norman king met the holy face.

This time was different from the last time. The coalition of the Seventeen-Nation Alliance met under the city of Rome. Everyone bargained for a long time before finally allowing some elite troops to enter Rome. Although the Second Battle of Budapest was a result of unbeaten. However, in the propaganda of the Pope, the Norman Warriors led by Egil were successful and thoroughly taught the group of Eastern Roman heresy a lesson. They made them cry and wail all over the world. In the end, they had to give up the Kingdom of Hungary, which had already been obtained and cede land for compensation.

The world of Christ is once again, and again, and will continue to win. And the one who brings this victory is chosen by the Pope himself, representing the highest accomplishment, youngest and best ruler of the world of Christ.

Egierskadragrimson, the king of the Norman kingdom yesterday, today, the emperor of the Norman Empire.

It was like all the young men who had achieved great success, showing off in front of his elders. Egil used a disguise as modesty, but in fact he was proud, asking for comments, but in fact he just wanted someone to speak good words, and introduced the elite soldiers and generals under him one by one to the Pope standing next to his right hand. This cunning old pope understood his power and the power of the Norman Kingdom.

"This is the Royal Knight, this is the heavy cavalry, this is the heavy infantry, this is the longbowman, this is the light assault infantry, this is the heavy assault infantry..."

Egil kept guiding soldiers who walked past the Pope's Hall, dressed in fully armed, brand new and shiny armor, and fresh new garments from Italy.

They were in neat steps, holding bright and shaky hands, not for military parades or rituals, but for killing weapons. As the army grew, Pope Innocent III seemed to be a little overwhelmed. I don’t know if it was because of the killing and intimidation of these soldiers, or because they stood on the right for too long, the Tui Department had some insufficient blood supply. In short, the spiritual leader of the Christ world began to sweat on his forehead, his hands trembled slightly, and his body shaking, as if he would fall down at any time, but Egil did not understand the thoughts of the Pope’s Holy See. He either ignored it on purpose, or was too excited, so he ignored it. In short, Egil still pointed at these troops in an interest.

"This is a recruitment from Scandinavia, these are recruitment from the British Isles, these are warriors from the Scottish Highlands, and these are the Franks."

The army seemed to never be completed. The aging Pope's throne was obvious, and she didn't want to be at a disadvantage in front of the secular king who was less than twenty years old. So she still held on in front of her and used her eyes to stop several bishops of the Pope's Kingdom who wanted to come up to persuade her.

In the end, after the military parade, the pope even felt that his two tui was completely numb. He could hardly even walk the road, which left a very deep impression on him: Norman King Egil was an extremely arrogant king.

Also, Norman's army seemed to have more stars than the sky, and finally, the touching moment began.

With the support of two cardinals, the Pope walked into the Pope's Hall, where the bishops of the Pope who had been waiting for a long time, as well as the military leaders of the Norman Kingdom, and the messengers from other kingdoms. The messengers from various vassal states of the Holy Roman Empire were the most indignant group. At the same time, the group that seemed to be the most excluded group. After all, at the beginning of the Battle of Budapest, the Holy Roman Empire did not exert any strength.

Their failure before this also became useless. People would not notice that the Holy Roman Empire fought against the Eastern Roman Empire, consuming as much personnel and supplies as the latter. They would only notice that the Holy Roman Empire failed. The Norman Kingdom, France, and Italy's coalition forces succeeded. This is the gap.

So despite being frustrated, even though he shouted, "This is simply absurd!" "This is the most unforgivable betrayal!" "It's simply a farce!" In this way, it's completely a whine of a defeated dog. This is the best embellishment as a winner. Hate, jealousy, the most vicious insult and satire. How can a successful person not be treated like this? Or in other words, only successful people can enjoy such treatment.

Egil thought like this, with a confident smile, then glanced at the spy leader he trusted in the crowd, Nemulis, the intelligence director of Norman, who was hiding in the crowd. After receiving the latter's slight nod, he had no worries. He walked with great strides towards the Pope, who was also wearing a gorgeous robe, and the priest who held the second crown, still made of fine iron.

At this moment, Egil was wearing a pure black military uniform with gold edges on his back, with an eaves on his shoulders, and a Knight's medal with purple ribbons was hung on his mouth. On it was engraved with Norman words: Dedicated to the Guardian of Christ, the most powerful knight in the world.

Egil wore two rings on his right hand, one of which was a pure gold heraldic ring, worn on his index finger, and the other was a diamond-inlaid wedding ring, worn on his ring finger. This little decoration made Egil look a little noble. At the same time, after working with the young nun for three hours, Egil looked radiant and extremely energetic. Behind him, two priests dragged the hem of the red cloak he had specially replaced so that it would not fall to the ground.

Behind Egil, there was a total of fully armed and not even taken off his helmet. The knights in heavy plate armor were arranged in two rows, like knife-cutting and axe-like arrays, followed behind Egil.

The young, handsome, and confident quasi-emperor won the praise of most people as soon as he appeared. Even the messenger of the Holy Roman Empire, who was extremely annoyed, had to admit it and whispered: "If you want to select the most beautiful king in the world of Christ, then it must be this guy..."

Finally, Egil stopped in front of the Pope, smiled and said nothing, and looked at the spiritual leader of the Christ world. Whether it was sincere or pretended, the Pope also expressed a tolerant and kind smile towards him.

"Congratulations, my child." The Pope said: "You know, it is rare for those who can win such honors to be read through all the historical books."
Chapter completed!