On the main seat of the hall, there was a handsome man with a beautiful mustache.

The man did not stand up, but looked at Roger arrogantly.

Roger stood and looked at him.

The housekeeper was impatient and urged, "Your Excellency, you should salute the Regent."

Roger sneered and teased:

"I am a country bumpkin. I only know what etiquette should be used to pay tribute to the prince and the duke, but I don't know what etiquette should be used to pay tribute to the regent."

The housekeeper blushed and shouted:

"Bold, since Your Excellency Philip is regent for Prince Antioch, he is naturally equivalent to the prince. You little earl, dare you, dare to be so presumptuous!"

Roger continued to mock: "I'm just asking a question, why is it so arrogant?"

The man on the seat said, "Since you can't speak, then don't say it."

Roger laughed and said, "I'm banning this? Why?"

"Hmph!" the man said coldly: "Based on my cousin's noble bloodline, the blood of the French king shed on her body."

The door of the hall was knocked open with a loud "bump".

Roger turned his head and glanced at Henk and walked in.

The man on the seat stood up with a shout.

The butler shouted angrily: "Irregular! Irregular! Guards! Guards!"

A group of armored soldiers rushed in outside the door, all of whom were Roger's personal guards.

The man pointed his trembling finger at Roger and shouted in anger:

"Roger, this is Taranto, not your Sicily, what do you want to do!"

Roger spread his hands and said calmly:

"I had no intention of offending, in fact, I just thought about how to salute the Regent."

Roger greeted Henk and whispered a few words.

Henk giggled "hehe" and then walked towards Philip.

Philip was so scared that he took two steps back and leaned against the chair.

Roger comforted: "His Excellency Philip, you don't need to panic. You mentioned the bloodline of the French king just now, which reminded me of the Viking bloodline on me. I think I should use the kissing salute of the Vikings to the French king to express my respect for you."

Roger's words confused Philip.

The man returned to his arrogant posture, raised one foot slightly, and waited for Henk, who represented Roger, to salute him.

The huge body of Genk grabbed Philip's foot and pulled it to his mouth.

So like the unlucky French king in history, Philip fell down on his back.

Roger and the soldiers in the hall laughed "haha".

Henke seemed to smell the stinky feet and turned his head with a look of contempt.

Roger laughed so hard that his stomach hurt.

Finally, Henk spitted on Philip's feet instead of kissing.

Roger ordered his men to tie up Philip who was almost fainted from anger and the butler.

He asked Henk: "Is anyone resisting?"

Henke said: "There are two French knights, but they are not our opponents and are soon subdued by us.

"The other guards in the fortress all acted a little bit of resistance, and before we could really fight, they surrendered.

"These people are really décorative, weaker than pasta."

Roger sneered, thinking that the Italians are like this. When they are strong, they can turn the Mediterranean into an inland sea, and when they are weak, they can do strange things to defeat their opponents and force their opponents to accept their surrender.

He thought that these veterans in the guards, who had followed Boximond to fight, could not be beaten, and these people were simply unwilling to fight.

He thought that he could be the servant who demoted Boximond's personal guards to a servant who could pass the message and let the housekeeper scold him at will. How could such a regent make the veterans willing to fight for him?

Roger asked, "No blood is seen."

"No, sir, please tell me that we did not let anyone die or injured."

"Have you sent someone to invite the princess and Little Bosimmond?"

"Send someone."

A personal guard suddenly ran in from the door, holding the ferry guard in his hand.

"Sir, this man came to the fortress and said there was something important to report."

Roger saw the guard's eyes rolling, as if he was scanning the situation in the hall.

Roger walked over with the hilt of the sword.

The guard said with a charming tone:

"Mr. Roger, your fleet has been docked. I'll ask for instructions. Will you vacate the citizens' houses and let your subordinates rest comfortably?"

Roger sneered, he thought, a guy who changed his mind when he saw the wind.

He ordered his personal guards: "Go and pick up the fleet and don't disturb the people."

The personal guard ran out with the guards at the ferry entrance again.

At this time, another guard came to ask for instructions, and he stammered:

"Sir, there is a little trouble... If you can allow us to see blood..."

Roger looked at the subordinate unhappily and said, "Tell me the point!"

"The people sent to invite the princess and Little Bosimund were blocked at the stairs and could not be beaten."

"Take me to see."

So Roger followed the guards to the fortress, the only staircase that could reach the second floor.

He saw the staircase hovering clockwise upwards as is common in other castles.

Above the stairs, there was a man holding a sword in his right hand and slashing downward with his forehand.

The guard who also held a sword in his right hand from bottom to top was restricted by the stairs, and his sword could only be cut on the wall inside the stairs.

The personal guard could not pose a threat to the person above, and he held the shield in his left hand and struggled to resist.

So they became one-sided and beaten and beaten.

The stairs were very narrow and only for one person to pass through. Although the guards were crowded, they couldn't get up.

Roger saw the resisting man, he knew it was the Knight Rinaldi.

Finally, the guard in front could not resist and retreated, and the guards following him had to withdraw from the stairs together.

Linardi did not chase him down. Obviously, he knew that leaving the stairs would definitely not be the opponent of many personal guards.

A strong guard rushed up the stairs with a shield.

The personal guard gave up waving his sword, raised his shield with both hands, and kept rushing up.

Rinaldi's sword hit the shield of this guard with a "bang" sound, but this could not stop the guard from approaching.

Roger saw that Linardi changed his strategy, and he fought and retreated.

The sturdy guard approached step by step.

Then the guard suddenly slipped under his feet, and he rolled down the rotating stairs like a ball.

The guard below helped the man up.

Roger looked confused when he saw the strong guard, obviously not understanding why he suddenly rolled down when he played well.

But Roger saw it clearly.

He found that each step of the staircase was not equidistant, wide or narrow, high or low.

Rinaldi, who is familiar with the terrain, will not step wrong, and the strong guard focused on defending against opponents' attacks. His steps were not used to the changes in the steps, so he stepped into the air.

Roger stopped his subordinates from attacking again.

His right index finger crossed his middle finger and raised it to his ear, and he said to Rinaldi:

"I have no intention of hurting anyone. I swear in the name of God to ensure the safety of the princess and Bosimmond, and now I want them to talk to me to the hall."

So Rinaldi stopped resisting and he invited the princess and Little Bosimmond to leave.

Roger saw a boy who was obviously taller than his peers, cringing and snuggling against a young woman with a dignified manner, holding a book in her hand.
Chapter completed!