"This..." Although King Philip was indeed standing beside Egil at that time, he did not have as good eyesight as Egil, nor did he have the telescope in Egil's hand, nor did he wear armor that could make people react faster like Egil. (duk,) So at that time, he just saw a black shadow flashing over in a trance, and then Saladin's head disappeared. Now thinking about the scene, he was a little cautious. How could he figure out what was going on?

"Hahaha..." Philip smiled awkwardly, but he didn't say anything. Everyone said that he had agreed to what Egil said. They urged Egil to ask him who killed Saladin. Such a contribution was greater than that of heaven, and the position of the Prince of Jerusalem and the importance of the holy city. This man could be said to have reached the sky in one step. He was comparable to Baldwin at that time.

"Of course." Egil chuckled and clapped his hands. Two strong men walked in outside the camp. One in front and the other behind, carrying a cage. Everyone looked carefully. Although the cage was wrapped in black cloth, it could still be distinguished by looking carefully. There seemed to be something inside, which should be a beast. The thing roared uneasy and circled around the cage. With its claws and teeth, it kept biting the steel railing, as if it wanted to destroy the cage.

"It seems like a dog, a leopard, or something... Could it be that Saladin's head was bitten off by that kind of thing... Well, it's not impossible." The crusad generals present looked a little ugly. Could it be that it would be too much to let Egil joke about making an animal the prince of Palestine?

The two Norman strong men carried the cage to Egil and put it down. After bowing, they walked out quickly. Egil slowly walked over, squatted down, lifted the black cloth, and then took out the key to open the cage.

At first, when Egil approached, the thing let out a low growl of alertness in his throat, but when he smelled the familiar smell and saw the familiar person, the growl turned into a pitiful whimper, as if he was begging Egil to help her.

"Be good. I will let you out soon." If someone observes carefully, he will find that Egil wore an inconspicuous black ring on his right middle finger. It was the big druid ring that he received from the system that day, which was the reward he could understand the words of animals and plants.

However, then, things did not develop as most people imagined. After opening the cage, what everyone saw was not any color of fur, but a large piece of exposed skin with human characteristics. Immediately afterwards, following Egil's hand, the Norman Emperor pulled out of the cage was not a beast like jackal, tiger, and leopard, but a woman with short golden hair, a short leather skirt and a white robe.

"Let me introduce you, everyone - this is the orphan of Nurdin Mahmoud, Miss Ien. He is also the hero who killed Saladin, the pagan devil."

Although he was introduced like this, the heroine did not show the good looks to the crusade monarchs. Instead, he leaned against Egil and looked at these people with a cautious look.

"Well, that, because Aien had some accidents in his early years, he was raised by a lion for a while. So he acted a little strangely - of course this is not the point, the point is that she killed Saladin. So, I suggest that she be the prince of Palestine."

"This...she seems to be a pagan?" Next to him, Henry, the Duke of Bavaria, asked uncertainly.

"You can't say that." Egil shook his head and said seriously: "I have converted to God and returned to the right path. There is no problem with her being the Prince of Palestine."

"But she doesn't seem to be able to accomplish anything at all! She can't even speak!" On the other side, Duke Swabian, another Henry, complained loudly: "It's a joke to have such a person ruled the Holy Land!"

"So who do you think is qualified to be the Prince of Palestine? Do you?" Egil chuckled, without any concealing his contempt, and said to Frederick's son.

"You-" Henry soon couldn't speak as he looked at Egil's threatening gaze. The young duke lowered his head and imagined in his heart how to tear Egil into pieces to avenge his father. However, now it seems that he has only a small Swabian, so he can only think about it.

"Although you say that, what the duke said is not unreasonable." On the other side, after hearing his translation telling his conversation in Greek, Basil II frowned and said, "The holy land of Jerusalem is no better than other places. I think you should think about it again."

"That...hehe." The Eastern Roman emperor was speaking. Egil's attitude was obviously much better. He held the hand of a girl called Aien and sat back on his seat. The future Palestinian prince squatted beside him, rubbing his head against his arm to show intimacy, and Egil immediately rubbed her hair. In the eyes of the monarchs, such a scene seemed to be an indescribable ambiguous feeling.

"What is this? The emperor and the beast? But that woman looks pretty good. The most important thing is that she is very interesting... and she is an Arab pagan... Well..." For a moment, many people looked at the girl who Egil called love and her eyes lit up.

"But I have another question." At this time, Basil II seemed curious and questioned, and asked: "I want to know how she killed Saladin."

"Well..." Egil stroked Aien's hand slightly down, hooked her jaw, kneaded, gently opened her mouth white, revealing two rows of shiny teeth. Aien didn't seem to mind Egil doing this, and continued to look at Egil with a flattering look, while sticking out his tongue to lick the back of Egil's hand.

"I seem to have said before that she was raised by a lion for a while. She learned a lot of hunting skills that ordinary humans should not know... and this girl's physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary people... So, her way to kill Saladin is naturally..." Egil said this, and none of the people present was fools, and she understood it when Egil said halfway. Then she took a breath. The look at her also added a little fear.

"Did this guy use his teeth to bite Saladin's head off?" The princes of continental Europe thought so.

"But...but is this too..."

"Hahahahaha..." Egil laughed and said in a proud tone that made everyone play with everyone: "Of course I'm using a knife."

...

At that time, the faces of the continental princes were so ugly that they looked so ugly. They almost wanted to unite and put down Egil, and then beat him up.

"She did have experience being raised by a lioness in her early years. But later, she was found by someone loyal to Nurdin and brought back. After a series of twists and turns, she fell into the hands of the Assassin Sect. They hid this from Saladin. It seemed that they wanted to use Aien as a bargaining chip or a weapon against Saladin. Aien was also trained by them to become an excellent warrior. That's it."

"Soldier? Or maybe it should be a killer." Hungarian king Attila murmured in a low voice, and chopped towards Aien's hands at the same time. Indeed, unlike ordinary girls, it was a pair of strong and powerful hands covered with calluses. If you look at her body carefully, it was indeed not as weak as ordinary girls, but extremely toned and explosive. It was like some kind of big cat.

"... Then, this matter is going to be fine. You have nothing to ask, right?" Egil continued to rub Ain's hair, and the little lioness lay comfortably on Egil's knees and began to doze.

"No, although there is no doubt about this... Miss Aien's life experience. Most of her achievements are true, but I still feel that it seems that her mental state is not suitable to be the Prince of Palestine." King Philip of France said.

"You seem to be a little over-thinking." Egil chuckled: "Do you think the position of the Prince of Palestine is important?"

"Of course, as the ruler of the heavenly kingdom on earth, this position cannot be said to be unimportant in any way, right?" Philip replied.

"No, no, no. The kingdom of heaven you mentioned has not appeared yet - don't forget that Jerusalem has been purified, and now it is not a large, prosperous city, but a white land." Egil said with a chuckling.

"... Then, your majesty, what are your plans?" Philip was stunned for a moment and then asked.

"Three years." Egil raised three fingers and said, "I, the Norman Empire, will take three years to reshape a brand new holy city worthy of the sacred Catholicism. At the same time, during these three years, I will teach Prince Aien how to become a qualified ruler. During these three years, the Prince of Palestine has a throne but no power. What do you think this is?"

"After all, I've pulled it into your crotch, bastard, fool!" The princes of Oulu looked at Aien as if he was like a kitten, licking the back of Egil's hand, and couldn't help but curse in their hearts. However, in this way, they had no reason to object...

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