After a thrilling escape outside Engelberg, Art ordered the convoy to leave Engelberg and rush to Lucesen.

It was dark when we arrived in Lucesen, and this was the place of Bishop Orlov, and Art was not too worried that someone would be looking for trouble here.

The caravan found a warehouse to store the wagons and horses, and the caravan's escort attachés ate the dinner provided by the inn and slept on the ground on the ground covered with wheat straw and felt blankets in the open space next to the stables, so as to save a lot of money and take care of the valuable goods.

After arranging the convoy and escort attachés, Art took a few caravan stewards and Ron Felix to huddle in the guest rooms of the inn and sleep in clothes for a simple night.

Early the next morning, Art hastily drank a bowl of thick soup and wheat paste in the storehouse, and then called a few stewards and attendants.

"The caravan will stay in Lucesin for two days, and then head north to Besançon. Laven, you pick half of the guards to stay at the warehouse to look after the goods, and the other half can arrange for themselves, but tell everyone not to go out of the city and not to cause trouble, and that they must return here before dinner. ”

"Yes, my lord." The caravan's deputy steward and captain of the escort, Raven, replied loudly.

Ather nodded, and then said to Salter and Juventus, "You two will go to the shops in the city today to contact and sell as many of the relatively cheap southern goods as possible, and then send the valuable southern goods that cannot be bought at the price in Lucesin to Besançon, so you can buy as much as you can sell here." You can hint at those shops, our caravan has the shadow of Bishop Orlov behind it, you don't need me to teach you how to do it, right? ”

"My lord, I know how to do it. However, there are also trade guilds in Lucesen, but I am afraid that "

"It's all right, at Bishop Orlov's place, the guild doesn't have the guts to seize our goods, and as for Besançon, we can't rush into the city." Art was worried about the sales of Besançon, the largest trade in the south, and the Lucesin guild would not be so stupid as to offend Bishop Orlov.

"Okay, I have some confidence when you say that." Salter also felt that Lucesin was not the largest dumping house for southern goods, and that there were not many valuable southern goods sold here, so it should not arouse the jealousy of the trade guilds, and besides, there was also the care of the church here.

"Ron, Felix, you two come with me to visit Bishop Orlov, and then go and see the shop that my father-in-law gave me."

"Ron, don't forget to bring a gift for Sir William."

Ron pointed to the wooden box on the wooden table next to him and said, "Don't worry, sir, it's already ready." ”

"Well, that's good."

"Felix, how are the preparations for the Holy Gift to Khvov Cathedral?"

"A thousand pfennigs, all exchanged for shiny little silver coins." Felix took out a white Holy Cross linen money pouch from his bosom and flipped it in his hand.

"Very well, when I meet Bishop Orlov in a moment, you two will go to the Deacon of the Holy Donation and tell him that this is my devout respect for the Cathedral of Khwov."

Ron and Felix answered.

The bishop's chapel in the inner nave of the Khvov Cathedral, where the Episcopal of Orlov met important guests.

Bishop Orlof has lost his usual ease and kindness.

After saluting, Arte sat down in the chair in front of the official table and looked at Bishop Orlov's face, and asked softly, "Your Excellency, have you been bothered lately?" ”

Orlov has already regarded Yat as his own, and he doesn't hide too much in his heart, and said: "It's okay to talk to you, but you just listen to it, don't go out and talk nonsense." ”

"Of course, I promise."

Bishop Orlof nodded and said slowly: "Since the war with Swabia, the Marquis's health has been weakening day by day, and the Marquis wants to hand over the title and the kingdom to the infant son Robert. ”

Art was taken aback, and although he was only a small knight in a remote corner, he still knew that his son, Robert Otto, was the only son of Mamuti, daughter of the Marquis of Ivrea Otto of Burgundy and his third wife, the Count of Artois of the Duchy of Burgundy, and was less than two years old.

The most important thing is that the Counts of Artois and Bernard are brothers. In other words, the future ruler of the kingdom would be the grandnephew of the Count of Bernard.

It would be fine if Robert had reached an age where he could distinguish between right and wrong, and now he is still a young son who can't even speak clearly. Once the power of the kingdom is handed over to the little prince, it will definitely be the regent of the Marquise in the future, and the Marquise will definitely rely on her uncle, the Count of Bernard.

At that time, Count Balwyn, who has been fighting openly with Count Bernard, and Bishop Orlov, who openly and secretly supports Count Balwyn, will definitely be excluded or even purged......

Art sorted out the relationship, and instantly understood why the Olof Bishop was gloomy.

"Now that Earl Balwyn and I have just taken up the position of Vice-Chancellor and Bishop of the diocese, we can only pray to God that the Marquis will hold out for a few more years." Bishop Orlof said as he bowed his head and drew a holy cross on his chest.

Indeed, the Count of Balwyn and the Bishop of Orlof were able to achieve a dominant position in the court struggle because of the dependence of the Marquis of Ivrea on them.

Needless to say, Count Balwyn, Bishop Orlof was promoted to Bishop of the diocese because the Marquis of Yvreaa has been resisting pressure from both the Archbishop of the Count of Burgundy and the Pope of Rome, otherwise it is still unknown whether Orloff can be promoted to Bishop of the Diocese of Lucesen.

Once the Marquis of Ivrea fell, the decisive forces supporting Count Balwyn's camp collapsed in an instant.

The tree fell and scattered, and Yate, who was hiding under the big tree, lost the shelter from the top~

"Lord Bishop, I once heard rumors outside that Lord Marquis can't have children, so Robel Shizi~" Art regretted it as soon as he said this.

Sure enough, Bishop Orlov got up and said softly: "How can these words come out of the mouth of the marquis's palace guard knights!!" You can't say that anymore, do you hear me? ”

Yat hurriedly got up and apologized to Bishop Orlov: "Yes, such words must not come out of my mouth, I must remember them."

Bishop Orlov relaxed a little after receiving Yat's assurance, looked around vigilantly, leaned forward, and whispered: "At a time like this, every word that comes out of it must be carefully considered."

Then Bishop Orloff threw out a shocking secret.

"The news of the Marquis's intention to pass on the throne has spread. The Marquis has no brothers, but the Marquis's distant cousin, the young Count of Longxia in the south of the Duchy of Burgundy, Flanders, seems to have the intention of competing with the prince for the throne, Lord Balwyn and the Count of Flanders have a good personal relationship, and it is said that they have begun to plan~"

What Bishop Orlov said was so informative that Art couldn't believe it for a moment, "Count Longsummer? The same Count of Longxia who was imprisoned by the old Marquis Otto III, the grandfather of the Marquis of Ivrea? ”

"Yes, but now the title of Earl of Longxia has passed into Flender's hands. In order to get the power of the Earl of Burgundy, the old marquis imprisoned Flender's grandfather, that is, the elder brother of the old marquis, for fifteen years, and expelled the young Flender's father and family to the poor mountains south of the Duchy of Burgundy. ”

"Now that the grandson of the old Count of Longxia is asking for the right to rule the country in the name of the descendants of the Count of Burgundy, I am afraid that the country will be chaotic in the future~"

Speaking of this, Bishop Orlof paused and added: "Oh, by the way, your father-in-law, Baron Galwinyug, is considered to be the cousin of the Count of Flanders, but Galvin's father was a "wall rider" during the dispute between the Earl of Flanders and was not purged by the old marquis, but the old marquis has always been the one who suppressed the lineage, so your father-in-law has also endured in the Count of Burgundy all these years. ”

Art didn't expect that there would be an undercurrent surging under the turbulent lake of Boguo, but for a little knight hiding in the dense forests and barren valleys of the south, it was not his turn to worry about these court struggles.

Bishop Orlof only told Art about these secrets with the intention of confiding in his depression, and he coughed and pulled the topic back, "By the way, do you have anything to do with your visit to Lucesin this time?" ”

Art remembered what he was here for, sat up straight, and replied, "Lord Bishop, this time I am here to open up the trade route......

At a "Moulin Rouge" in the city of Lucesen, the caravan guards who had been working in the women's room all morning had just walked out of the gate with their pants in their hands.

Two men waiting in the side alley hurriedly followed the guard when they saw him go out, and when they walked up to the guard, a bulging money bag slipped from one of the man's cuffs to the ground.

"Man, your purse is off." One of the men pointed to the money bags on the ground and said to the caravan guards.

The guard looked down and saw a bulging money bag on the ground, and quickly bent down to pick it up in his arms, "It's mine, yes, it's what I dropped." ”

The two men looked at each other and smiled, beckoning to the alley behind them, and a richly dressed young master walked towards the guards with two retinues.

"It was this bastard who stole my money bag! Someone, arrest him, and send him to the sheriff. The rich young master grabbed the guard's sleeve.

The guard was not a good person, he raised his hand and waved away the hand of the rich young master, and shouted, "Who are you?" Why do you say I stole your money bag? ”

"Why? With my purse in your bosom! ”

The guard took a step back with his arms in his arms, "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm leaving." As he spoke, he wanted to slip away from the rich young master.

The young master of the rich family blocked the way of the guards again, and the two attendants around him had already put their hands on the hilt of the sword.

"Do you dare to make me search? I have five small silver coins and forty copper coins in my purse. As he spoke, he was about to search his body.

The guards retreated again and again to prevent the rich young master from approaching, and there were more and more people watching the excitement around, and the swords of the two attendants were also drawn.

The guard turned his head to see that the guy who had just asked him to pick up the money bag had disappeared around the corner, knowing that he had been plotted.

With a plop, the guard fell to his knees, "Young master, I was wrong, I was greedy for money for a while, I will give it back to you, and I will return it to you." As he spoke, he took out the money bag from his bosom and gave it to the rich young master.

An entourage beside the rich young master stepped forward and kicked away the guard who was kneeling on the ground, and said fiercely: "Wasn't you quite fierce just now?" Dare to push my family, do you know who the person in front of you is? He was a knight of the palace guard......"

Di Ānlā opened his entourage, stepped forward and squeezed out a smile at the guard kneeling on the ground, and said, "It's not impossible for me to spare you, but you have to do a small thing for me......

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Chapter 149: Undercurrents are surging