"Oh? He also makes full-body plate armor? ”

"Uh~ He claims that he can make full-body plate armor, but I asked the craftsmen around him, and this guy has never succeeded in making even a working full-body plate armor since he came to Black Iron Castle. The pieces of plate armor he made were not flexible at all, and wearing his plate armor basically turned into a pile of scrap metal waiting for the enemy to kill. He spent a lot of time and money making plate armor, but the scrap metal was still unattended, and he was destitute because of it. ”

"But this guy is conceited, he says he's modifying the parts of the armor joint, and when he succeeds in making fine plate armor, it'll be the day he becomes a weaponsmith."

Dawson blew his snot and threw it to the ground, then put his fingers on the hem of his skirt and wiped it, "My lord, if I don't take someone to the workshop street to try my luck at night, maybe the craftsmen I saw during the day will suddenly want to open again." ”

"Forget it, it seems that the craftsman can't be recruited." Art waved his hand, he had already visited all the workshops of the Black Iron Castle today, those craftsmen were not interested in the conditions offered by Art at all, even if some of the craftsmen who were excited heard that they were going to go to the southern wilderness and mountains, they would not want to talk to Art again.

However, the guy who was in the way in the workshop area was dumped by Art and followed him to the hotel where everyone was staying, and pestered Dawson to introduce him, hoping to be recruited by Art as a weapon master.

"My lord, that clumsy craftsman is still waiting outside the hotel, did you blow him away?" Dawson didn't have a crush on that guy.

Art picked up the upper arm armor on the table and looked at it a few times, compared to the set of plate armor given to him by Viscount Berion, it was simply a defective product, but at least it could be barely used, "Matthew went to pass the word, give him the treatment of an ordinary craftsman, if he wants to, take it away, and if he doesn't, get out immediately." Art said as he threw the armor to his guard, Matthew, who walked out of the room with the armor in his arms.

The weather was cold, Art put his hand in front of the charcoal brazier in the room and baked it for a while, and after his hands were warm, he got up and ordered Dawson who was standing aside: "Dawson, will you go to the castle herald in a while to see if the carrier pigeon that Oliver took will fly back?" It's been a day and a half, not to mention horseback riding, and with his ability, even if he walks, he should go. ”

The Oliver of Art's mouth is the same task force soldier in Thorne disguised as a wood-seller in front of the mansion mansion, and is about to arrive in Besançon near the center of a maelstrom, and Art must know the dynamics of the Count of Burgundy during this time, at least to know whether the Dean family has been wiped out as he planned, and whether the minions of the Bernard faction have been affected.

If things don't go the way he wants, then he'll have to think about the other extreme......

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In the middle of the night, Dawson hurried back to the hotel with a letter scroll brought back by a flying pigeon, and pushed open the door to wake up Art, who was asleep crawling in front of the wooden table.

Art took the note handed by Dawson and opened it impatiently, and there was only a short line on the note - the end of the Dean family, the rise of heresy, everything is going smoothly, come to Besançon.

Art put the note on the candle flame and ignited it, and the tiredness on his face slowly turned into a light smile, "Dawson, let Matthew quickly pack up and go to Besançon with me overnight." You take the remaining contingent soldiers and your newly recruited craftsmen and family members around Besançon and head south back to the valley. ”

Dawson followed Art to participate in the whole thing, and he also knew the risks, he reminded with some concern: "My lord, Besançon is very dangerous now, should you bring two more guards or I accompany you to Besançon?" ”

Art shook his head, "The brigade behind needs to be led by a safe person, and the road to the south may not be smooth, I am more relieved to have you leading the guys." ”

"Besides, things have developed so far that we can't control them, Besançon's power is complicated and intertwined, and if there is really danger, even if I take all of you with me, it won't help. It's better to take Matthew with you, plus Oliver, who is already waiting in Besançon, and the two are enough. Even if there is real danger, it is easier for us to flee with fewer people. ”

"This~ Okay, I'll immediately prepare two fast horses."

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On the evening of the third Friday in January, the sun has not yet set on the horizon.

With the evening bell of the church, a young man in a winter coat and cotton robe rode a horse and swaggered to the cathedral of Besançon, paced to the door of the church, and the man jumped off the saddle and slowly knelt outside the main entrance of the church.

Several religious guards at the door of the church knelt down directly and ignored the question, and hurriedly walked into the church to report.

At this time, it was the evening prayer of the believers, and people came and went inside and outside the Besançon Cathedral, and a man knelt in front of the church motionless for some reason, which attracted the attention of the believers, and more and more onlookers watched, and people pointed at this strange kneeling man.

After a while, an old man who looked like an auxiliary bishop came out of the church with two young priests, and asked the man in a soft voice why he was kneeling in front of the church.

When the kneeling man saw the man in charge come out, he raised his head and replied in a loud voice: "In the name of God, I, the baron of the frontier of the court of the Count of Burgundy, the knight of the court guard, and the patrol officer of the southern border?" Wood? Wells formally asked the Archbishop of Besançon to grant me and the people of my territory religious asylum. ”

After a pause, he continued to say in a loud voice: "I was hunted down by the Dean family and his comrades for exposing the heretical crimes of the father and son of the merchant of Tignats, and they threatened to bribe the Count Bernard, the Chancellor of the Exchequer of the Imperial Court, to kill me, and for the sake of God's faith and justice to perpetuate, I had to flee to Besançon to appeal to the archbishop and the court and hope to use the power of God to avoid a heretical plague!" After saying that, Art lowered his head again and knelt on the ground motionless.

The crowd was silent for a moment, and then a buzzing erupt.

The heresy of the Dean family had been raging in Besançon, and the tension and tension in the capital had made everyone feel strongly uneasy for several days, and now this man claimed to be the whistleblower of heresy and was hunted down by the remnants of heresy and the court minister Count Bernard, and the lively citizens rushed to tell each other, and soon more and more people gathered around Besançon Cathedral.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, the auxiliary bishop hurriedly stepped forward to help Baron Art, who was kneeling on the ground, into the church to explain in detail, but Arte ignored the pain in his knees and the coldness of the floor in front of the church door, and vowed not to get up until he received religious protection from Archbishop Besançon.

The auxiliary bishop was at a loss, so he could only ask his people to return to the Archbishop of Besançon at once, and then persuade Art with kind words, and ask the religious guards to disperse the crowd of onlookers.

Dean heresy remnants and Chancellor of the Exchequer, Earl Bernard, to hunt down the heretical whistleblower Court Frontier Baron Art? Wood? News of Wells spread......

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"Lord Bernard, we must fight back, and if we continue like this, we will be completely crushed by Balwin's men." In the palace of the Count of Bernard, the governor of the inner court, the governor of the province of Saône, the financial ministers and several court dignitaries sat in Bernard's official room in secret.

Less than a week after the heresy turmoil, Bishop Thorne was forced to suspend his teachings, the treasurer of Besançon and six treasurers, along with several transport officers responsible for transporting grain and baggage, were imprisoned in the palace prison pending trial, and several large and small merchant houses and several guild heads allied with the Dean family were ordered to come to Besançon for investigation, and everyone in the inner court to which the Dean family belonged was put in danger.

The shrill voice of the chief of the inner court continued to sound, "That old thing of Balwin has already extended his claws to a few of us, and this evening the official asked me for a few eunuchs who were suspected of being involved in the treasury corruption case, but he threatened to accuse the marquis of harboring criminals. ”

The Governor of Thorne also said: "My lord, when I rushed to the capital from the province of Thorne, I heard that a group of people infiltrated the province of Thorne to secretly check the taxes paid to the court in the province of Thorne over the years. ”

As soon as Bernard heard that someone had secretly checked the tax payment of his territory over the years, he immediately became angry: "tmD, he Balwyn dares to say that there is no problem with the collection of taxes in the province of Jonah over the years?" If you dare to check on me, I will also send someone to check on him. ”

The chief of the inner court stopped: "Lord Bernard, it's too late, Balwin has taken the lead, we have lost the opportunity to act at this time, the marquis will only think that we are retaliating, and the taxes of the province of Jonah are definitely not as good as those of the province of Thorne." The most important thing we should do now is to find the Achilles' heel of the other side and strike back. ”

This is also the most difficult problem, for a while the room fell silent, and the inner court factions who were sitting or leaning on were searching their stomachs to think about how to launch a deadly counterattack.

However, the inner court faction was too passive, and it was led by the nose at the beginning, and it could only be passive at this time.

"The most important thing now is that all of you here must protect yourselves. The other party is menacing, we can only give up some wings in order to protect ourselves, you go back and try to wipe your ass clean, if you can't wipe it clean, arrange someone to defend you for the crime. ”

Bernard stood up and stressed to everyone in the room with a serious expression: "You all have to remember me. No matter what happens, the Marquise and the prince cannot be involved, and even if you yourself go to prison, you will not be able to say anything that threatens the lady and the prince, and once the position of the prince is shaken, all of us will not be able to protect ourselves. ”

Everyone in the room nodded solemnly.

"My lord, that frontier baron is an appendage maggot, it is definitely a problem to keep it, we can't do anything about Balwin, but we should always try to get rid of this bastard!" A Chancellor of the Exchequer said through gritted teeth.

Bernard was about to rebuke the officials for their stupidity, when the door of the mansion manager knocked on it.

"If there's something urgent, you have to bother us at this time!" Bernard scolded.

The head of the mansion bent down to apologize and hurriedly walked into the room, "Sir, Besançon Cathedral sent someone to deliver a letter......

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