Chapter 491 The Wrong Choice

When night came, Louis IX wrote a letter to his wife by the light of the bright gas lamp. After today's war, his heart trembled at the bloody scene. This was a hopeless mood because he no longer knew how to fight against the mysterious weapon of the Eastern prince.

"My dear wife..."

Having written this, he put down the dip in his hand and savored the battle situation during the day, the violent explosions, and the overwhelming flames like rain. In his pious heart, those things should not appear in the world.

"... Maybe I made the wrong choice, I think maybe you can bring Kiriel here. If we have to negotiate with them, I'm afraid..."

When he wrote this, Louis IX placed the pen in his hand on a special pen holder. He looked at the white one in front of him, only wrote a few lines of French paper, then looked at the dip pen, and finally looked up at the bright gas lamp.

The bright light made him feel his eyes sting, but at this time he seemed to have some realization. He lowered his head again, rubbed his already-dreaming eyes, and then he took off the gas lamp and went outside the house. Then he threw the gas lamp underground fiercely. The glass cover and oil pot broke, and the oil inside immediately leaked out, and then a large ball of fire burst out.

Seeing this situation, Louis IX's original sorrow immediately turned into some kind of joy. He urged him to follow the side and looked at his servant who smashed such a precious lamp into pieces in shock.

"Hurry, get me another lamp, hurry up!"

After returning to the house, under the bright lights of the servant, he then lifted up his pen. This time when he was writing the letter, he no longer paused, but quickly wrote an order.

"Yes, I think we all made mistakes. Everything that the young man created was not a black magic at all. Just like the lamps we used, these are nothing but something we never understand. I guess what Kiriel told me is true. Take her to Damietta City. I believe that if you see our future son-in-law, you will definitely feel happy!"

After writing the letter, he took an envelope, hurriedly glued it with fire paint, and then covered the badge with his own ring.

"Let me find someone to send this letter to Cyprus now!"

His servant received the letter, and judged it according to his majesty's expression, he ran out quickly without any delay in delaying this important but quick arrival letter.

After doing this, Louis IX, who had no appetite due to huge loss of military strength, rubbed his hands.

"Come on, prepare a meal of teppanyaki for me. I'm hungry! No one can disturb me. I want to have a good meal!"

After he figured out everything, he thought that a skilled pagan was not too serious. Moreover, if he really liked his daughter, could he not be baptized? What’s important is that as long as Zhao Fubo was not a black magician, it was not an important thing for the devout Louis IX.

He even thought that when Pope Innason IV heard that he had brought a prince from the far east to receive the baptism of the Catholic Church, perhaps the Pope would have a better view of him. And Gildom I, the great commander of the Templar, would have forgotten this battle that caused their knights to suffer serious losses.

Relatively speaking, an Eastern royal family willing to be baptized has attracted more attention from their nobles than the losses on the battlefield.

Just when Louis IX happily picked up the knife and fork, something happened deep in his memory. That is, who was saying that Zhao Fubo was a black magician?

On that night when I had already believed in my daughter Qilier, I sent my brother Earl Artuva to have a deep conversation with Zhao Fubo, but the result was...

"This...how is this possible!"

When he connected everything, he was surprised to find that a serious conspiracy had appeared around him.

"Why, is he...my brother, will he plot against the throne of France?"

Louis IX shook his head and wanted to throw this terrible conclusion aside. However, when everything was linked together, a terrible conspiracy did appear.

In his anger, Louis IX could not control his movements, and the exquisitely crafted silver knife and fork in his hands were so fiercely that it was on the table.

"Grey mill...Grey mill..."

Louis IX's angry roar spread from the open window to the dark sky.

If you look down from the sky at this time, you will see a team of cavalry quietly approaching the city gate on the side of Damietta. They were wearing crusaders' armor, and under the bright light of the steam light, the one who thought was Sir Gremour.

The soldiers who passed by the daytime fear and fatigue in the castle all relaxed when they saw their acquaintances.

"How come you come back? Sir Gremour is really worth your support!"

With the greetings of those who knew Sir Gremo, the gate of Damietta opened with a "creaking" sound, and the kilogram inside also slowly rose up with the friction of steel.

"No, they were entangled by Mamluk. Fortunately, they did not chase them because it was dark!"

Sir Gremo seemed really tired, and he rode his horse slowly approached the city gate. However, to the officers he knew were happy that Sir Gremo, who was usually a little proud of Louis IX, was really easy to deal with today because of Louis IX's favor.

But when he arrived at the door, Sir Gremour stood in front of the city gate, as if he wanted to let the cavalry go in first.

At this moment, there was a heavy sound of horse hooves on the horizon with heavy nightfall.

"What...what's going on, is it..."

When the soldiers guarding the city said this, their voices were somewhat trembling. Because the daytime battle really scared them, especially when the stone throwing machines stretched out long walls and were arranged not far from the main entrance, the soldiers in the city were even more scared, and they didn't know when the guys outside the city would launch an attack.

And now, when such a rolling sound like thunder sounded, everyone knew that the attack they had been afraid of began.

At this time, the heavy armored knights who had just entered the city gate, seemed to be worried about the cavalry behind them, rushed into Damietta City. Then the crusaders made surprising moves.
Chapter completed!