Before the Greyfriar's words fell, a tribal chief suddenly stood up from the ground and shouted loudly: "I support your opinion, Your Highness, although I am soft-spoken, I have a bold proposal, that is, at the funeral of His Majesty the "Liberator", to establish a new empire, I am willing to lead my tribe and land to be the first to pledge allegiance to the empire, as for the supreme leader of this empire, that is, the emperor in our ancient Sardinian scriptures, of course, only the descendants of the "liberator", our great Majesty Nordin will succeed the empire orthodoxy. Saying this, the chief first paused, then took a sharp breath, and shouted with all the strength of his life: "Long live Sardinia! Long live the Great Prussian Empire! Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

The chief's last roar plunged the venue, which had almost returned to silence, into a sea of noise again, and countless believers raised their bowed heads and shouted at the crown prince on the high platform, and at the same time, several of the more clever chiefs also expressed their attitudes.

Tian Sen looked at this scene in disbelief, and vaguely smelled a bit of conspiracy.

Last night, the chieftain who had been the first to speak in support of the establishment of the empire had received a letter, but it had no content, only a blood-stained dagger and a dazzling gem. The chieftain was not a chieftain in Abbasquia, but a chieftain in the Rhine kingdom, and this time he had come to explore Abbasquia on the orders of his king.

This chief thought very clearly, anyway, his backstage is already like this, and he can't keep himself angry with his subordinates when he turns around, so it's better to simply sell the king here, anyway, a chief like them who can't go up or down, if he wants to lead his tribesmen to live well, the most important thing is to master this kind of technology, so that he can eat in this place of Dapulu.

Originally, the chief also cautiously glanced at his previous master, but found that Pruss had a feeling of being out of tune, and had completely forgotten the existence of his own person, and it was estimated that by the time His Majesty sorted out his thoughts, Nordin had already ascended the throne. As for what the emperor was, of course the chieftain, who couldn't even read a few words, didn't know, he had only heard the tribe's priests say it when he was young, as if he was some kind of "chief of the whole Great Prus", maybe it was a big king.

While the chief was still wandering around, the greyfriar, who was standing beside the crown prince of Notting, suddenly drew a delicate short sword from his waist, and then walked up to him, picked up the sword and slashed at his neck.

The chief was so frightened that his own weapon had been thrown into the damned fire pit, and even if he had, he did not have the courage to resist a king in the court of a king, and the intense fear made his knees go limp, and he fell to his knees. However, while the chief was silently waiting for the end of his life and ascension to the legendary "Garden of Sadinia", a hoarse but gentle voice reached his ears.

"Duke of Malta, Lord Duke of Malta, will you swear in the name of your ancestors and Sardin that you will always be loyal to our great Emperor, that you will respect his heir, that you will serve him in war, and that you will defend his territory in times of peace, until your blood returns to the earth and your soul to Sardinia?"

The chief, no, it was the first Duke of the Empire who trembled and broke away from his eyes, and cautiously looked at the sword pressed on his shoulder out of the corner of his eye, yes, it was definitely pressed on his shoulder, not only did he not cut off his head, but he didn't even drip a little blood.

After making sure that his little life was not only still alive, but also alive and well, the Duke suddenly felt that he had suddenly had an epiphany about the so-called life and death at this moment, and he had truly understood part of the true meaning of the ancient Sardinian scriptures, and he couldn't help muttering to himself,

"I have never understood what the true meaning of life is, where we have come from and where we are going, thank you for giving me an epiphany, my lord. The Duke of Malta grabbed the Hidden Blade on his shoulder with his hand, and then said solemnly: "Your actions are the light of my life... Your gift to me has made me see the shadow of Sardinia, and my lord, whether it is up the sword mountain or down the sea of fire, will not give up. ”

The chiefs who were familiar with the Duke of Malta were stunned to see him say such a thing, and only the chiefs and devotees who were farther away saw Malta's look of intoxication and enjoyment, and thought that he had received some strange reward. As for the Greyfriar, even he didn't expect the Duke of Malta to give such a play, and even he himself wondered if Satin had really appeared.

No matter what the Duke of Malta said, the ceremony of the division had to continue, so the Grey Friar took his head and continued: "Duke of Malta, allegiance to a noble saint is undoubtedly the most correct choice you have ever made, from today onwards, the right to use the fertile land of more than 2,000 miles from the south beach of Albakia to the north to the deep Rhine forest is yours, and as long as the empire exists for one day, you and your heirs can do anything on your own land. ”

This matter is undoubtedly a huge impact on the chiefs and kings present, in the original view, the strength of the tribe is mainly in the population, followed by how much wealth in the tribe, as for the distribution of land, it is determined according to the strength of the tribe, the tribe is strong, you can occupy more land, the tribe declines, you must give up a part of the land to other tribes, at the same time, the larger the territory, of course, it can raise more population, the so-called four kingdoms are just four well-developed large tribes, and there are many small tribes attached to them。

Although there have been cases in the past where small tribes begged large tribes to help divide the land, after all, it was only a minority, and most of the time the way to deal with land conflicts was simple and direct. It is because of such barbaric laws that the whole of Grand Pruos will be divided as Nordin said before, obviously a nation with a large population and a vast land, but it has been repeatedly defeated in foreign wars.

Thinking of this, the corners of Tian Sen's mouth couldn't help but twitch, the bet he had just made seemed to have accidentally sold himself.

Every tribe envied the land of settlement, in fact, most of the land, if well managed, would have much more output than it is now, and it is only because of the frequent civil wars that the tribe has no land, so that the chiefs of the tribe are poorer and poorer. These chiefs were drooling when they saw that as long as they could be loyal to the emperor of the empire, they would be able to get the security of the land, and if they had been loyal earlier and got a fertile land, they would have been able to live like the king of today in a few years.

The Grey Friar couldn't help but feel smug that he and Prince Notting had come up with a big trick to tie up the chiefs of these great tribes with the land in exchange for their loyalty. In order to set a good example for the other tribal chiefs, he also allocated some more land to the Duke of Malta, and he must have been happy to blossom.

However, the newly sealed Duke of Malta's face sank, and he only said quietly, "Thank you, Your Majesty, thank you for the divine gift." In fact, the Duke of Malta had felt his constant purification from the heart to the outside, and these so-called worldly riches had completely disappeared into his mind, and of course, in his impression, he could still remember that it seemed to be a very large land, but what did he think to himself: what does all this have to do with me.

In the eyes of the onlookers, the newly crowned Duke of Malta did not have the excitement he felt when he was asked to swear allegiance just now in the face of receiving the huge wealth, but instead looked as if he had just obtained the rights he deserved. Able to make a gesture of complete humiliation in the face of the temptation of the land, the several chiefs standing around looked at each other, and they thought that they could not do such a high manner. I can't help but think that I will look up to this person in the future.

At this time, the Duke of Malta had already walked back into the crowd, he stood in the middle of a group of chiefs as usual, but the group of chiefs stood behind him very unnaturally, as if it was a blasphemy against his noble status as long as he was closer, seeing that some of the chiefs who had been friends with his peers suddenly had more respect for him than before, the Duke of Malta couldn't help but scratch his head in confusion.

Although the process was somewhat tortuous, the Duke of Malta still got off to a good start, and many of the big chiefs ran to the Crown Prince of Notting to ask for a reward, at this time, the Crown Prince of Notting, although not yet an emperor, not even a king, but vaguely had the appearance of an emperor, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy dressed in a white robe, under the twilight sky, leaning on the edge of the fire pit, behind him stood a gray-clothed priest with a black mask, and a clerk holding a parchment scroll and a carbon strip to write hard. A group of tall, stocky, or in the prime of life, or in the age of old age, fell to their knees before the boy. At this moment, Tian Sen suddenly felt that the flames behind the young man seemed to be a little too dazzling.

At this moment, Prus spat viciously into the fire pit, and then said angrily: "I came here today to participate in the sacrifice, not to see you play monkey tricks on me! Do you want me to admit that I am the emperor? No way, the blood flowing in my body is the most noble in the whole Great Prus!" Seeing this scene, Prus suddenly began to roar angrily, like a wounded beast, staring at Nordin and the chieftains kneeling in front of Nordin viciously and roaring: "You are also worthy of the title of emperor? If I say, I can give you more, should you respect me as emperor? You only have a few soldiers under your command, and you are worthy of the title of emperor? If the empire is to be established, I will be the emperor, and your father will be the same, what qualifications do you have to compete with me for orthodoxy, where do you have the guts?"

Looking at Pruss roaring like a mad dog, Hess couldn't help but shake his head gently, even if Notting's claim to be the emperor really made Pruss stir up the yellow, the emperor's throne would never be done by such a person, but Pruss did say it very reasonably, the establishment of the four thrones, that time was not seen blood, and this child could not be allowed to become the emperor with his mouth.

"I really don't have my father's merits, and I am indeed somewhat unworthy of this crown when I am the emperor of Great Pruus. Nordin said lightly, "But if you want to say that I don't have enough knights, then you are very wrong!"

The clerk James stepped forward, picked up a roll of parchment, and read aloud: "According to the Abbasquian royal scroll, in June 1035 of the year of the Great Plus, King Felipe recorded: Whoever accompanied the expedition, no matter how large or small, returned with a reward, regardless of their origin. ”

Hearing this, the veterans who were still motionless standing by the torch became the focus of everyone's eyes, if this contract was really implemented, then what stood in front of people would not be a few simple soldiers, but a group of upstarts of the empire.

Crown Prince Nordin was secretly proud, this clause was of course from his idea, if his father couldn't think of how many soldiers could come back before he left, and there was no such subdivision model of dividing the land, where would he get this, but now as long as he is sure that a bite is set up by the first emperor, then these soldiers can be recognized, and they must be recognized if they are not. With these veterans helping him to defend his land, he can not only expand his direct jurisdiction, but also get the army trained by these veterans in the near future, and why not pull these veterans into his ranks as a powerful armed force now?

In just a few words, Nordin had almost leveled the strength comparison with Prus, which made the scene fall into anxiety again. Their Majesties Tian Sen and Hess Zhenghao knew in their hearts that with the few people they brought, even if they brought the army of their own kingdom, they were still too weak compared to the two thighs, and they could only hope that after they were defeated, they would divide up more land or tribes to strengthen their kingdom.

Thinking of this, Hess Zhenghao couldn't help but speak: "Since you all want this throne, it is better for Sardin to decide!"