"Come on, bring the cold powder we got. I guess maybe His Royal Highness has caught a cold!"

The orders of Count Simon de Mondford, the strange words made the four warriors, including Philip Mark, the governor of Nottingham. However, his words made Princess Qili struggle to open her eyes.

"Cold powder...I heard it right!"

This name is naturally in Chinese. Although Count Simon De Mondford reads it in English according to the pronunciation, it is difficult for people who don’t know it to understand. But at this moment, industrial products are all sellers’ markets for the whole world. Therefore, these things do not have any foreign names. If you understand Chinese, you will understand it. If you don’t understand Chinese, you will be a terrible person. Of course, Count Simon De Mondford does not understand Chinese, but fortunately, the pronunciation of those Chinese characters can be read clearly.

"Your Highness, you are awake! God bless you, please rest in the tent."

Count Simon de Mondford was dedicated to Princess Qili. After all, this was the princess of France, the daughter of the emperor who managed a large part of her family. Qili struggled for a while, maybe others could not understand how excited she was when she heard the similar Chinese language. At that time, she had even thrown aside the negotiations with Count Simon de Mondford aside, because if Zhao Fubo came to Europe, there would be no need to talk. Because Zhao Fubo never negotiated with the dead, he often gave people only two conditions - life or death!

"Your Excellency Earl, are you just talking about cold powder?

As mentioned earlier, Martin used thermal distillation to create instant drinks, including products such as coffee and milk powder. As for things like Yinqiao powder, it is naturally even more difficult. Not to mention that there is no Western medicine now, even if there is one, it is not a systematic one. So today's Song people do not have to look to the future, those who are so ignorant that they dare not even face history, think that traditional Chinese medicine is not medicine.

"Yes, your Highness, that's Venetian..."

Earl Simon de Mondford was a little proud. At least in England, there were not many people who owned mysterious goods from the East. Many people had never even heard of them. Because of the extremely rare products, they became priceless. Even in today's battle, Earl Simon de Mondford gave out the reward of people, but only matches.

Of course, Princess Qili didn't care where these things came from, because she knew clearly where the cold powder was made and how it was made. The only thing she cared about was where Zhao Fubo was and whether he really came to trouble for Nottingham County Mayor Philip Mark as he promised back then.

"I know where that thing was made. I just ask you if there was an emperor from the East coming to Europe?"

Earl of Simon de Mondford shrugged, of course he had heard about Europe. And in legend, the emperor from the East was a giant-like black demon. If he hadn't seen Princess Qili get sick at this moment, or even enter his tent with crosses hanging everywhere, he would not doubt whether the princess in front of him was possessed by the demon.

"Yes, your Highness, you know that the pagan devil from Arabia should be in Turin now, and His Majesty Innocent IV is leading the army of Europe to siege..."

When she heard the news from Zhao Fubo, it seemed as if she had given Princess Qili a shot. She became a little more energetic and nodded to Earl of Simon De Mondford.

"I understand, Mr. Earl, please ask someone to bring the cold powder. I think that is exactly what I need! In addition, I hope you don't call him a pagan devil, because he is my husband, Zhao Fubo, the emperor of the Song Dynasty!"

Princess Qili's words shocked Count Simon de Mondfort. He stared at Princess Qili in front of him in disbelief. He even further believed in his heart that she must have been possessed by a demon, otherwise how could he admit that she was the wife of the Eastern demon? According to legend, the demon was the son-in-law of the Holy Roman Emperor Frederick II. Isn't the princess in front of him openly violating the Christian ban?

Despite his thoughts, he still looked respectful. Count Simon de Mondford bent over and bowed to Princess Qili while carefully retreating from her side.

"Yes, Your Highness, I'm going to ask someone to prepare a cold powder for you. Please wait for a moment!"

Earl Simon de Mondford, who had withdrawn from the tent, felt his heart rushing with tension. He couldn't believe that he had said so much to a person possessed by a demon. He called his subordinates and quietly gave the following instructions.

"Tell the priest who followed the army to decoct cold powder with holy water, and ask someone to bring my gold steel drill cross."

His instructions made his subordinates pale. Perhaps these soldiers were not afraid of the harm on the battlefield, but the demon, in the hearts of Christians, was definitely the most terrifying thing. At this moment, it was so close to a demon that it was going to scare people's souls!

"Let me do this, you can bring more people near the tent later, if I..."

When Count Simon de Mondford said this, he looked quite sad, making people feel that he seemed to be explaining his funeral.

"Sir, send someone else to deliver medicine, you..."

When his subordinates thought of Count Simon de Mondford, his body trembled in fear when he wanted to return to the tent and be with the devil. What he was particularly afraid of was what if the Count was possessed by the demon and turned around and directed his subordinates to commit suicide?

Earl Simon de Mondford's eyes flashed twice, and then shook his head. He took a deep breath, as if he was plucking up all his courage.

"Don't worry, the priest will come with me soon. And if she drinks the holy water, it will be severely weak. I think you are ready to listen to my orders. If necessary, I will ask you to come in and help. God bless you, if it goes well, we can get rid of this demon!"

After a while, the priest who followed the army held a large cup of cold powder that was washed out with the so-called holy water, and held a large string of magic tools in his hand, which was quite like "a hero who left and never returned." Count Simon de Mondford also took a deep breath and held the hilt of the sword in his hand to make all preparations. But what he did not expect was that when he just entered the tent, Princess Qili's words suddenly came from inside.

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