The heretical turmoil in the Dean family continued to brew, and Balwin's faction, which had been silent for many days, quickly counterattacked.

On Monday, the Bishop of the Diocese of Jonah and the Bishop of the Diocese of Lucesin jointly rebuked the Bishop of the Diocese of Thorne, accusing the Bishop of the Diocese of Thorne of deviating from his mission and allowing the Pure Land of God to breed heretics and heretics. But every event, big or small, that might have been contrary to God's will, has become evidence of Bishop Thorne's failure to preach and even condone the growth of evil.

Bishop Thorne, who was far away in the Cathedral of Thorne, was dragged into the heresy storm without even knowing about this sudden heretical incident, but as soon as this incident came out, Bishop Thorne could not get out of it anyway, after all, the location of the current heretics and heretical organizations is officially the residence of the Cathedral of Thorne, and a poor supervision cannot escape.

On Tuesday, the abbots of fifteen large and small monasteries and churches in the diocese of Jonah and Lucesen jointly put pressure on the Archbishop of Besançon, demanding a thorough investigation of the heretical crimes of the Dean family and investigating all those suspected of being involved in the heretical events, and the target began to target the nobles who had befriended the Dean family.

Once the word "heretic" is touched, it will never be resurrected. Therefore, those noble and wealthy merchant families who had been friends with the Dean family in the past wrote to the Archbishop of Besançon overnight after learning of the news, strongly condemning the heretical crimes of the Dean family and saying that they absolutely did not participate in the sensational evil deeds.

On Wednesday, Besançon Cathedral received an anonymous letter stating that the Dian father and son had sent their family and a huge fortune to the mansion of a powerful nobleman, in an attempt to bribe the nobleman to quell heresy with a huge amount of money.

The letter does not state which nobleman it is, but the flames of heresy have been drawn to the Count of Bernard.

On the same day, a large number of officers of the Imperial Guard and the Eastern Frontier Regiment of Jonne Province stationed outside Besançon mutinied, claiming that they had been paid a large number of legions since the Count of Bernard had become Chancellor of the Court, and that the treasury of the palace had secretly exchanged the inferior grain and grass of the grain merchants for the military rations supplied to the legions in various places.

In the evening, a large stack of incriminating evidence was anonymously sent to the official office of the court official, who named the Dean family's caravan for involvement in these crimes.

Early the next morning, the mutinous regimental officers opened the arsenal of the Praetorian Legion, and all the soldiers were armored and ready for battle, and with the threat of a riot at any time, they demanded that the court strictly investigate the treasury officials under the Minister of Finance and the profiteers who colluded with the officials for stealing and misappropriating military salaries and rations

All this exploded in a short period of two or three days, and everything was directed at the Chancellor of the Exchequer, the Guardian of the West, the Lord of the Province of Saône, and the Count of Burgundy, Bernard.

Bernard had prepared in advance, but he didn't expect everything to come so quickly, and he didn't expect that the heresy would be directly stabbed into the Paris Inquisition, and the matter was even more serious than he expected, even beyond his control. Bernard could only deal passively, first he sent his cronies to send the relatives of the Dean family out of the mansion and hide in a hidden place overnight, not that he wanted to protect the relatives of the Dean family, but now he is difficult to ride a tiger and cannot let them fall into the hands of the opponent. Secondly, as soon as the Praetorian Guard mutinied, he strengthened the vigilance of the mansion, and the palace attendants immediately closed the palace gate and put on armor to prepare for battle.

In just a few days, the whole Besanson was tense, and the dark forces supported by the two factions began to haunt the city, and began to give birth to liú xiě shì jiàn

The undercurrent finally turned into a wave.

At noon on the third Thursday of January, the whole Northland was cold and deadly.

The Marquis of Ivrea, the ruler of the Count of Burgundy, who had not been seen in the palace hall for a whole year, finally appeared.

A special bed with a chair was carefully carried in by eight strong court attendants through the back door of the side of the temple, and the chief of the palace guard, dressed in heavy armor and carrying a giant sword at his waist, opened the way, and the court physician and his three assistants followed closely to the side of the bed and entered the main hall to wait.

The bed was lifted to the iron seat of the temple and gently lowered, and the Marquis of Ivrea, wrapped in a gold silk brocade quilt and covered with a delicate bearskin felt blanket, had a sallow face, and held a raw silk scarf with red blood in his hand.

As soon as they sat down, a group of court servants immediately placed eight copper basins containing red charcoal fire around the bed.

Ivrea tried his best to suppress himself from coughing up blood, but his throat itched and he coughed violently, so he quickly covered his mouth with a silk scarf and quietly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The main hall was full of nobles, but no one dared to make any changes, and the seven palace ministers who used to sit next to the iron seat also stood obediently under the palace today.

Ivrea coughed a few more times, finally relieved a little, and he raised his head slightly and nodded to the chief of the palace guard.

The chief of the palace guard grasped the hilt of his sword in his right hand, took a step forward, and said loudly to the main hall: "The marquis's personal order, from now on, Besansun City will declare martial law, and the palace chamberlain and the marquis's personal guards will take over the defense of Besançon City. ”

"It is decreed that all kinds of army private soldiers in provinces, counties, and autonomous cities of Boguo shall not leave their garrisons until the ban on the capital is lifted, and the troops that have already left the country shall be withdrawn within a time limit."

The main hall was a little noisy for a while, and the Marquis of Ivreaa finally intervened to stop Liú Xiě Shì Duan from stabilizing the situation in the entire country, and the "bystanders" who were worried about harming the fish in the pond breathed a sigh of relief.

Ivrrea coughed lightly twice, the hall was quiet, and the voice of the chief of the palace guard continued to sound, "From now on, the qualifications of the court vice-minister, military vice-minister Balwyn, and the palace finance minister Bernard to participate in the court council of important ministers, the marquis will send personal advisers and recall the Earl of Lucesen to temporarily participate in the council of important ministers." ”

Speaking of the disposition of the two important ministers of Balwyn and Bernard, Ivrea struggled to prop himself up from the reclining chair and stared straight at the two important ministers of the temple with sickly eyes.

The two of them noticed the strange look of the marquis, and immediately walked out of their respective queues and bowed to the marquis on the throne to show their respect.

Seeing that Balwin and Bernard were out of the ranks, Ivreia mustered up all his strength and said in a hoarse voice, "You two give me some quiet, I'm not dead yet!" ”

The tone is very flat, but the majesty and murderous aura of the king for decades does not need to be rendered by a strong tone. The temple could be heard for a while.

Ivrea said a word herself, and then lay down again.

The chief of the palace guard turned his head to look at the marquis who closed his eyes and recuperated, and continued to convey his intentions, "Order the court officials, military ministers, and the chief of the inner court to form a special tribunal to thoroughly investigate the military salaries and food proposed by the mutinous army, and they must be fair, otherwise they will be punished as dereliction of duty." ”

"The Inquisition of Heresies sent by the Inquisition of Paris will soon arrive in Besançon, and we have no control over this matter, so I ask the Archbishop of Besançon to prepare to meet and assist the Inquisition in its pursuit of heresy."

Archbishop Besançon came out of His Highness and said that he would do his best to deal with the matter.

Ivrea's body was already very weak, and he was only present today to let the people below know that the ruler of the kingdom was still in the world and did not dare to act rashly, and he could not afford to do the rest himself.

The purpose has been achieved, so the marquis should move to the inner court.

But Ivréa did not leave in a hurry, he opened his mouth and whispered a word to the chief of the palace guard beside him.

The chief of the palace guard turned around and looked around the hall, and said, "The marquis asked, where is the little bastard who stabbed the honeycomb to cause such a big turmoil?" ”

Art sneezed heavily, rubbed his nose, and muttered, "Who's scolding me!"

Dawson, who was beside him, didn't know what Art was talking about, and asked, "My lord, what are you talking about?"

Art took a sip of thick phlegm, "It's nothing, let's move on to the next blacksmith." ”

Dawson glanced at the long blacksmith shops on both sides of the street and said, "My lord, do you plan to continue recruiting craftsmen?" We've already recruited two weaponsmiths and three blacksmiths, and they're going to drag our family of fifteen or sixteen people to slow us down, and besides, the lord of the castle only allows us to take a maximum of five craftsmen. ”

Art tightened the cotton robe on his body, looked up at the long row of blacksmiths in front of him, and replied, "The castle master does not limit how many craftsmen I can take. These are ordinary craftsmen, I want to find another skilled weapon master, I plan to continue to expand the weapons workshop, the house is easy to build, but the master of the workshop is not so easy to find. Lukka was skilled in carpentry but didn't know much about weaponmaking, and while Dim was skilled in weaponmaking, he was a Swabian, a man of the English language, and a poor manager, and the length of service I had promised him was approaching, and although he didn't explicitly say that he was leaving the valley, his heart was always in a bind. The Weapons Workshop is the foundation of our strong army, and I have to plan ahead. With that, Art stepped on the footless sludge and sewage and walked towards the next blacksmith shop.

It is one of the most prosperous castles in the north of the Count of Burgundy, and its prosperity is not due to the fertile land and abundant grain harvest, nor because of the commercial trade, but because it is famous for producing the best "three irons" in the whole Count of Burgundy and even in the Duchy of Burgundy - iron ore, ironware and blacksmiths.

This castle is called Black Iron Castle because of "iron", it is only three days away from Besançon, the capital of the Count of Burgundy, there are more than 500 people in the castle, most of them are blacksmiths and their families, there are more than 10 large and small mines around the Black Iron Castle with hundreds of miners, the iron products produced by the Black Iron Castle monopolize the iron market in the entire Northland, one-third of the weapons and armor of the Besançon Palace Guard are made by this castle, and even some noble private armies of the Duchy of Burgundy are also equipped with the weapons and armor of the Black Iron Castle.

The castle was not part of Yat's planned return route, or rather, Yat's entire return route was not carried out according to plan at all.

After exiting Paris, Arte and his party traveled southwest, along the winding road on the banks of the Jonah towards the Duchy of Burgundy.

Upon arrival in Dijon, the capital of the Duchy of Burgundy, the outpost sent back the news that the entire province of Jonah had searched for Arte, but that any stranger crossing the border would be subject to strict interrogation, and that many innocent passers-by had been placed under house arrest in various prisons by the local lords.

Art knew that Count Bernard was driven mad.

Since it was impossible to enter the Saône province by shortcut, Art had to take a detour to the northeast with his team, passing through the northeastern border between the Duchy of Burgundy and the Palazzo and entering from the north of Besançon, which was basically the same route that Ron had traveled thousands of miles to help.

They weren't as lucky as Ron, though, as they had already encountered two blizzards since passing Dijon, and despite Art's resentment, knee-high snow had delayed the team's planned journey by seven days, and they were still sixty miles from Besançon.

And the Black Iron Castle was not on the way directly to Besançon City, but because Art saw the iron tools made by the Black Iron Castle in a border city in the Northlands, and after hearing about the reputation of the Black Iron Castle, he did not hesitate to spend time to go around here. The reason is simple: it is not only rich in ironware, but also in the blacksmiths and craftsmen who make it.

There were a number of blacksmiths in the Barony of the Valley, as well as two Swabian smiths, but most of those blacksmiths were able to make iron tools such as iron pots, hoes, and farm tools, and repair war-damaged weapons, but they were reluctant to use a large number of fine weapons and armor needed for the army. This is one of the reasons why the Vale Weapons Workshop has not been able to keep the Wells Legion fully staffed.

Art was in a hurry, and it was impossible to sit in the hotel and wait for the blacksmiths to hear the news, so he deigned to go from house to house.

There are many craftsmen in the Black Iron Castle, so these people have no status as other castles here, but those who have skills will always be treated, and besides, it is very prosperous, and the workshop owners rarely owe the wages of their craftsmen, and those craftsmen who had originally recruited themselves for the noble lords were instantly overjoyed when they heard that they were going to a valley in the south that they had never heard of. Therefore, after almost a day of turning around the castle, five ordinary craftsmen were recruited, two of them were only low-level craftsmen who had just come out, and as for the craftsmen, it was even more rare, and there were only nine craftsmen in the entire Black Iron Castle, who were guests in various workshops, and as for the weapon masters, they were regarded as treasures by the workshop owners, and Art had not enough conditions to poach these people.

However, the Black Iron Castle of Nuoda can still reap the unexpected. As Art walked out of a small weapons workshop in frustration, a stubby, sturdy young man stood in front of him.

Dawson and another guard immediately stepped forward to stop Art.

"Honorable Lord, I heard that you are recruiting a weaponsmith?" The man spoke.

Art pushed away Dawson, who was in front of him, and glanced up and down at the man in front of him. This man is really not tall, but his physique is strong, and he can see that he often swings a hammer, and his scorched eyebrows, brown eyebrows, and dark skin indicate that he has been baking in front of the fire all year round, and no one dares to say that he is rich when he looks at a sheepskin jacket and cowhide apron with holes everywhere.

"You're a weaponsmith?" Art questioned that the weaponsmiths were the most brilliant craftsmen, and that they were treated no worse than the squires of those villages. Looking at the guy in front of him, he obviously didn't look like a craftsman.

"Honorable lord, I am not a master craftsman yet." The man replied honestly, and obviously could not deceive the discerning person.

"All I need is a weaponsmith." Art didn't want to lose any time, and was ready to bypass the man and continue to the last few houses.

The man untied the cowhide bag from behind him, took out a plate armor and raised it high, "My lord, maybe you should give yourself a chance." ”

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