"I must send her back to France. My poor daughter, she can no longer withstand such torture!"

Qili's crying echoed in the mansion, with a bit of cunning madness. But here, no one in Cyprus can experience the feelings in her heart, including her mother.

King Margaret gritted her teeth as she heard her daughter screaming.

"God, please save her..."

During her prayer, her tears slid across her pale cheeks. She was afraid that her daughter would be controlled by some "black magic", and she didn't even dare to imagine that word in her heart.

At this moment, she needed to make the right decision, and her daughter's screams stimulated her eardrums. She immediately made the most correct decision in her heart. From her perspective, this undoubtedly made her daughter psychologically and completely out of the control of the pagan.

"Maybe the distance can keep her away from the control of that demon, and maybe not far from the Pope, it can make her become my lovely daughter again!"

This was the decision of Queen Margaret, the French Queen. The basis for her decision came from the younger brother of Queen Margaret, who followed her husband, the Earl of Artowa.

The Earl of Artowa, who followed Queen Margaret, spoke with a firm tone and with absolute faith. Even when he spoke, he kept marking crosses on his chest, and his heart indicated that what he said was not disturbed by the devil at all.

"Queen, she must have been hurt by the black magic, otherwise she would not be like this. And I have seen the food that the demon threw at the soldiers, burned and made loud noises. Queen, you can imagine how this could have happened if it weren't for the demon?"

Queen Margaret looked at Count Artuva with fear. She couldn't believe that Count Artuva was so sure that the prince in the East was a black magician. She was not sure about this, but the kind of thing that could emit fire and thunder would definitely not be a weapon possessed by mortals. As a Frenchman of "civilization", she was sure of this.

"Do you have to send it back to France?"

When Queen Margaret asked, there was a plead in her blue eyes full of worry. She hadn't seen her daughter for several years, and she wanted to hold her daughter in her arms like she did when she was a child and give her all her care.

"Queen, I think we can't delay any more. You know that the longer the time, the greater the influence of black magic, I'm afraid..."

The Count Artowa's voice was not loud, but it contained an absolutely awe-inspiring and threatening atmosphere. Even Queen Margaret was worried that if the cardinal here knew about this, she might perform an "exorcist ceremony" on her daughter, which was absolutely a cruel state as far as she knew.

"I...what should I do...huh..."

The helpless Queen Margaret exhaled a long sigh, and she gritted her teeth hard.

"Well, Earl Artowa, you bring her back to France as soon as possible, and then..."

At the end of the day, her voice seemed to be in circles in her mouth, but it no longer came out. In addition to the hurt of her love for her daughter, she hated someone even more, the Eastern Prince who used the "Black Magic Thunderbolt".

Motherhood is a terrible force, especially when she is swayed by hatred. This force prompted Queen Margaret to make a hasty decision that she was going to Damietta. She was going to kill the prince of the East herself, the "Dark Magician".

But Queen Margaret, who was sad, did not see it. Earl Artowa was quietly retreating at this time. He had a cold smile on the corner of his mouth. If he carefully distinguished his face, he could still see that he seemed a little proud.

After leaving Queen Margaret and in the mansion, his niece Qili's screams were tragic. Earl Artowa came to the dock, because he did not have the order that Louis IX allowed him to return to France, so he could not find the ship, so he had to seek the help of the Venetians in this matter.

The Venetians were not a hospitable crowd, and at least the Venetian merchants were not a good person in the eyes of the French. Most of the young crusaders were sold to the East and became slaves to the Arabs.

At this moment, some of their business ships docked here. Although he could also mobilize the ships he needed, he would have to rely on the orders of Queen Margaret. But in that case, the news might be revealed early and was obtained by his brother.

If possible, he would not want his brother to return to France, nor would he want his sister-in-law, Queen Margaret, to return to France. After all, she is already pregnant. If she could return to France, then her dream of kings would not have known how long it would take to realize it.

A fat captain of Venetian looked at the big bag of gold coins in the hand of Count Artuva. His eyes emitted light and showed more respect in his expression. Count Artuva, who often disguised himself, knew that those respects were not for him. This could be seen from the greed that was transmitted from his yellow eyes.

"Of course, generous Lord, we will leave whenever you say you set sail!"

While speaking, the Venetian merchant had already reached out his fat hand to get the bag of gold coins. However, the Earl of Artuva shrank back and his eyes were still looking at him. Sometimes, transactions did not require more language.

"I listen to you all along the way. My generous sir, I will do whatever you say!"

Listening to this promise, Earl Atouva had a proud smile on the corner of his mouth. It was not necessary to give them any dignity when dealing with these greedy merchants, and it was enough to give them money.

After arranging these things, the Earl of Artowa returned to his place of residence. Then he wrote a letter, not the person who received the letter, but the dead leader Izdin Aibek, who controlled Blasaro's Governor-Bahai.

"Dear Governor Bahayi, your powerful enemy, is about to turn into ashes under the rage of my brother. I guess he has no chance to return to the Persian Gulf, so you can do what you should do!"

After sending the letter out with a pigeon, he ignited his pipe, took a sip of it happily, and vomited it into the air. But suddenly, he remembered something again, and then took out a bag of more than a height.

"Come here, go and buy me a carton, tobacco, and spend all my money!"
Chapter completed!