Yet as smart politicians know, the best way to cover up a scandal is to create another scandal.

When everyone in the castle was tortured by Roger's shocking remarks, they didn't realize why children of this age knew so many words.

However, Roger also knew that it was time to stop. Every time he touched Adelaide, he could see the desire in the other person's eyes to stuff him back into his uterus.

The road of life is uneven. Roger recited Aristotle's famous saying in his heart and crawled hard on the flat wooden floor in the room.

His strength was almost exhausted, his arms were trembling, so he shouted in a slight voice: "Hug, hug."

So the maid quickly stepped forward and picked him up.

Roger saw through the gap that the storm was still continuing outside the window.

It was fine this morning, but it started to rain at noon, so Roger had to cancel his original inspection plan.

So he asked the maid to carry him to the hall. When he walked to the stairs, Roger heard the yelling of the guards on duty in the wind and rain:

"It's the earl. The earl is back. Open the door."

Roger heard the horse galloping.

Then, the door of the stone house slowly opened, and the wind and moisture surged into the hall with the noise of rain.

The only few torches were almost blown out, and the darkness swallowed the hall, and panic grew in the dark.

A flash of lightning flashed through the sky, reflecting a black shadow at the door. The silver reflection of the shadow's shoulders pierced Roger's pupils.

The door slowly closed again, isolating the world.

The flames swayed, and Roger saw clearly.

His father, Earl Roger, was like a rooster who fell into the water, with white hair sticking to his forehead, and his cloak was covered with armor. His decadent and old look was revealed, and he could not find a trace of majesty.

Adelaide ran down from the upstairs with his skirt, rushed to the count and gave him a hug.

"Dear, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

Adelaide asked anxiously.

However, the Count was just standing, as if the person who came back was just a body.

So Adelaide held the count's face and tiptoed to kiss him, one after another, as if he was doing artificial respiration.

Her enthusiasm recalled the earl's soul.

The Count slowly hugged Adelaide in his arms and placed his head on her shoulders. His hair was still dripping with water, his face covered in water.

The maid trembled in horror.

Roger knew that this wasn't a funny moment, so he gently directed the maid back to the room.

He lay back on the bed honestly, covered a veil called Good Baby on his face, but secretly released a small ear called Bagua.

Little ear found the target in the count's bedroom.

Roger heard Adelaide urge the servant to bring hot water, food and wine, heard the armor clanging, the bed frame creaking, and the servant's busy steps gradually calmed down. Finally, Adelaide ordered all the servants to leave.

The bedroom was quiet for almost a century.

Just as Roger was about to give up, the Count spoke: "Boximond."

Roger's ears shook, and the soul of gossip burned.

"I'm really blind," said the count.

When the count of Roger's book came back, he could see clearly, his eyes were fine.

"Adelaide, we're in trouble."

After a while, the count continued calmly:

"Boximond is worthy of being the son of the cunning Robert Giscar. I thought he was already disheartened and had no way to go, so he could only mercenary for me. Who knew that he was in his hands in the end, hahaha."

Roger heard his father's laughter full of bitterness.

"He snatched away my army and Bolsa's army, haha." The Count laughed like crying.

"Almafi can't fight, Calabria is completely in chaos. Sicily can pick up the sword now, except for me and my guards, there are a few left-behind knights. There is no one left. The whole Sicily is like a prostitute who takes off her clothes, and anyone can do it, haha." The Count smiled bitterly again.

Roger frowned and listened to the count continued, "Maybe no one needs to do it. The Arabs and Greeks in Sicily are enough for me to bear it. I have no army?

??, I am a toothless tiger, and no one will be afraid of them."

"There is always a way." Adelaide persuaded.

"That Bosimmond is really as grand as a lion." The Count sighed, "Do you know what he did?"

The Count continued to speak without waiting for Adelaide's answer:

"I sent him to the forefront, and at first he worked very hard, retracting Alma's non-human to his nest.

During the final siege, he summoned a large number of troops, but instead of attacking as I asked, he suddenly vowed to liberate Jerusalem and called on all good Christians to join him.

hehe.

He took off his crimson cloak and tore it apart, and it was the cloak I gave him, and made it into a cross-shaped pattern, and gave it to his vassals and those who surrendered first.

All shit is entrusted.

They successfully mobilized everyone's emotions on the battlefield. When he succeeded, he fooled most of them eagerly joined the scene.

Hell.

Most of my troops and I joined the Boschmond Expedition. The Crusaders, once we joined, we would not be able to withdraw.

I and the vassals of Bolsa and I regretted it when I returned to the camp, but quitting was equivalent to betraying God, being exterminated during my lifetime, and going to hell after death.

They could only follow Boschmond and Bolsa and I had no choice but to give up the siege and come back in a mess. Hahaha."

"What about the vassal obligations? Those vassals violated their oaths?" asked Adelaide.

"It's useless. The Pope's meaning is above everything else. This is not a violation of the oath. On the contrary, I must help them guard their territory."

"They all ran away, what should you guard?"

"Yes, what should I guard against?"

The stone house was silent, but I wonder how many people could fall asleep tonight.

The next day, Roger was woken up by the Count's loud voice.

He heard the count catch someone like a mad dog and scold him. His reaction was that foxes were also canines, and it was normal to get rabies.

Roger did not change his lifestyle at all. He should eat, sleep, and arranged for people to carry him on patrol as usual.

However, he saw that his maid's face had regained vitality, and the desperate look that the sky was about to fall yesterday disappeared. The servants who were scolded for no reason were also energetic.

The Count seemed to have woken up the entire castle.

And he didn't think it was enough, so he stood alone in the yard, drew his sword and pointed it at the sky, screaming at the air:

"When I came to Italy, I was just a person and only had a sword, and I could still conquer this world.

The Berbers' ambush could not scare me, and Enna's fortress could not stop me.

On land, in Cheramy, the Saracens army was defeated by me.

On the sea, where the Athenians failed, the Emir of Syracuse was still sinking at the bottom of the sea.

Now, I, Roger Otville, the Earl of Sicily, the Manager of Calabria,

My sword is still sharp,

It will cut off the throats of all provocateurs and drink the blood donated by the betrayer."

So everyone praised: "Hallelujah."

Only Roger looked at everyone blankly and complained silently: A lunatic, a group of masochists, who didn't take medicine in the morning were crazy.

The Count went crazy every day and was still flirting with various tricks.

Sometimes he ordered: "Drag all the Arab ships to help Boshimond cross the sea."

So the already sparse pier became even more empty.

The Count's explanation of Adelaide was to save them from being flirted with Mahdiye of North Africa.

But in Roger's opinion, he was slapped in the right face by Bosimund and took the initiative to present the left face.

He thought, my father was very ill.

Sometimes the Count ordered: "Recruiting soldiers from the local Greeks and establishing a city guard."

So there were a group of leather helmets and leather armors, wooden shields and short guns on the walls of Messina.

Roger listened to the captain of the guards with his own ears: "You can only put it on the city wall to see it. You can't stop a charge on the ground."

Sometimes the count would get angry at his intelligence officer: "Muthi, take out all the ill-hearted Saracen people in my territory and kill them."

Mutelyi: "Ah? Sir, I'm not losing to anyone when I play with my pen, but I can't kill anyone."

Earl: "Then use your pen to kill people."

Muttier: "How can a pen kill someone?"
To be continued...