The elder Beruget walked excitedly in the middle of the line, he had never felt so important and great as he was now.

Old Berugut, who had ridden a sturdy donkey out of town in the evening, had been sighing on the road about how he had been so unlucky, and worried about not knowing what would happen next.

However, to his surprise, he thought that he might have to go far this time, but he didn't expect to go far before he heard the news about the team of the Duke of Thesia.

To the surprise of old Berugout, the team, which had heard that it was going slowly, suddenly appeared near Torresilias.

Or rather, the vanguard of the duke's ranks, a real army made up of a formal army.

This team is small in number but very strong, and it can be said that they are the vanguard of the "peaceful march" army, and they obviously have very strong fighting power.

After confirming the identity of old Berugut, or rather, that he had indeed been sent by the Imperial Lord, the huntsmen in the team immediately led him to Alexander's team.

It was only then that old Beruget learned why the army of peace, which had been heard to be slow, had suddenly appeared near Torresilias.

In Cuelial, albeit politely refused, the locals used another way to make it impossible for Alexander to refuse their gifts.

They provided a sufficient number of means of transport to the army of the Peaceful March.

Horse-drawn carts, donkey carts, ox carts, and all sorts of carts, large and small, were cleverly declared by the Kuelials to be given not to the Duke himself, but to the elderly and women who followed him.

Of course, such a gift cannot be refused, and with convenient transportation, the whole team can travel much faster.

And it was from Cuelial, like a signal, that more and more people joined in, and the composition of the personnel gradually changed.

More and more soldiers appeared in the ranks, and some of the servants who were obviously armed nobles gathered together, and they gradually became armies.

Don Banderaz, one of the two giants who followed Alexander on the march to the Barriarides, played an important role at this time.

He first gathered together the minor nobles with status, and then in a short time organized them into a temporary army directly under the orders of the duke.

The mayor of Madrid, however, knew that these men were in fact only the first to stand on the front foot, and he had already learned that these men had only been sent to test the hearts of the Duke of Thecia in Rome, and that with Alexander's march, the nobles of the Barriarides were making other plans.

The arrival of Ferdinand's army became the key to making the nobles make up their minds!

When old Beruget reported to Alexander that Ferdinand had decided to send men to attack the troops of the peaceful army, the spies of the nobles in the provisional army were immediately informed of the deliberate leakage by Don Banderaz.

For a moment many people left the ranks and ran into the wilderness, and in the distance there were already people waiting for them, ready to return the report of the Duke of Rome Thesia to their master.

Unbeknownst to Ferdinand, when they left the Barriadotus in what they thought were secretive, their whereabouts had already fallen into the eyes of countless people.

For the Castilian aristocracy, it was not just a struggle over the succession to the Castilian throne, but also a struggle for the rights of the new world between the old and the new, the new and the new, the secular and the ecclesiastical, Castile and Aragon, and even for those who had vaguely heard the rumors of the new colonies.

In the midst of such a struggle, the Castilian nobles made their choice.

Old Beruget became a hero, or whether he wanted it or not, a representative of the common people of Barriaridot against tyranny and usurper, and he was lifted high and thrown into the air with great force, and after several times in a continuous chant he was brought before the duke again.

In front of many people, Alexander stopped him from bowing, and instead unexpectedly embraced the ordinary citizen of Barriaridot.

This move surprised both commoners and aristocrats, which was a bit too deviant and even unseemly in this era.

This stunned the nobles, and the populace exclaimed in surprise, and as for old Beruget, no one cared about his feelings.

In fact, old Beruguet almost fainted, and he stood there stiff with numbness in his hands and feet, so that Alexander kept that movement when he let go of him.

However, Alexander's subsequent offering of a small bag of gold coins was much more natural, and the nobles also saw it as a sign of the duke's generosity and clear rewards and punishments.

As for the hug before, they prefer to explain that the duke was a little out of shape because he was too excited after the crisis was resolved.

It was already dawn, perhaps the previous excitement, and the excitement of many people, but the procession, which had taken advantage of the cool summer months, did not feel tired at all, and marched along the road in high spirits, and when someone saw the wooden sign of Torresillas, the team let out a burst of cheers.

Torresillas has always been regarded as the border line of the Valaridots, and walking through this signpost means that they have officially entered the Barriaridud region.

It was a moment of profound significance, and some aristocrats even asked if they should find a painter to paint the scene.

This suggestion was agreed with by many, but it is clear that this is not the time to discuss such trivial matters.

The army that Torresillas had not sent before joined the ranks of the Peace March, led by the commander of the Torresillas garrison.

This was the first army to be formally joined in the name of a town so far, so Alexander summoned the commander, and after some encouragement, he appointed the commander as the armed tribune of the "marchers of peace."

This was obviously an important position, and if it was officially appointed at this time, it would be used in the new court in the future.

This made many people a little blushing, but they also knew how much the addition of Torresilas' army meant to Alexander.

Although there were people attached to them along the way, they were all in the name of individuals, and even the armies that drove out the enemy were the private armies of the nobles.

Now the city of Torresillas is the first to officially stand up and show his attitude, which is no less than the significance of his almost single-handedness in Madrid.

The people were secretly helpless at the cunning of the Torresilis, who were apparently too good at seizing the moment.

When Ferdinand's army appeared to threaten the peaceful marchers and the Duke himself, the presence of the Torresillas was even more important.

Even if they didn't play a crucial role, no one denied that it was definitely a significant allegiance to Alexander.

Old Beruget walked excitedly through the procession, he had somewhat recovered from his previous excitement, but he was now beginning to think about what to do with this God-given opportunity.

It was time for the Beruget family to get their hands on business, and perhaps he should have used the duke's gold coin to take down the coatherman's shop, for he had already been taken away anyway, and probably had no chance of coming back alive.

No, no, no, old Berugette hurriedly shook his head, it can't be so unproductive, this money should be used to cultivate Alonso, he is the hope of the Beruguete family in the future, compared to this, the shop of the leatherman Saichud is simply a garbage heap.

Old Berugette was so cranky that he didn't notice that the line seemed to slow down until he almost hit the back of the man in front of him.

"What's wrong, why don't you leave?"

"yes, what happened?"

"Is someone stopping us again, why don't you rush over!"

The aftermath of the excitement of driving out Ferdinand's lackeys had not yet fully dissipated, and that the "marchers of peace" who had just a few days ago been the most ordinary civilians really thought they could face up to any powerful army in the world.

However, the imaginary enemy did not appear, and the people were ordered by the Duke to camp here for a while.

This made a lot of people unhappy, and they thought that they should go to Vallaridos in one go, rather than wasting time by stopping halfway, so someone started shouting loudly.

Moreover, some of the Madridians who had followed Alexander in his peaceful march from the very beginning, because they felt it was their duty to remind the duke, shouted to see Alexander.

Only this time they were clearly going to be disappointed, and it was Don Abukhwa, the head of the court, one of the three nobles, who appeared in front of them.

The judge, who was deeply feared by the people of Madrid, first rebuked them harshly for their unreasonable behavior, and then relented a little, and told them that the Duke was consulting with the adults on how to avoid a tragedy.

"Come to think of it, Barriatricots are Castilians like us, and will be the Duke's people, and he is racking his brains about how not to hurt them, and you are here to make trouble," the President of the Court then became stern again, "Go back and tell your companions what to do, the Duke and the Lords will figure it out, and now all you have to do is pray for the Duke." ”

The remarks of the President of the Court were met with the guilt of the representatives of the people, who were moved by the mercy of the Duke, and for a time the dissatisfaction and uproar turned into reverence for the future monarch.

Don Abuhwa shook his head as he looked at the departing people, and when he turned to walk towards a grove in the distance, there was a flash of melancholy in his eyes.

In the woods, a group of people sat in a large circle, and this was a field outside a village not far from Vallaridot, because in the open space outside the woods, in the early years there was a very simple woodcut image of the Angel Advent erected by the monks of the Order of St. Martin, and this village was called the village of St. Martin.

At this time, the villagers of St. Martin did not know that a major meeting was being held in the woods outside the village, and of course even the parties did not know what kind of discussion they were participating in.

A group of people have been noisy for a long time, in fact, except for the mayor of Madrid, Don Bandraz, and the three nobles, most of the people present are low-level nobles, and the representatives of the big nobles have no power to promise anything for their masters.

So this meeting seems redundant to some.

But Alexander insisted on holding the meeting.

There were only two topics on the agenda.

How to get along with the nobles of Barriariddod?

And what to do with Ferdinand?

This second issue actually has a more important underlying question, which is how to treat the descendants of Isabella's lineage!

Due to Isabella's unexpected death and the effects of Juana's crazy actions because of Philip, people did not pay much attention to Juana's children.

Eleanor, the first child of Juana and Philip, a little girl who was only 4 years old this year, was met by Alexander at the court of Barriariddod.

Charlie, the second child of the Juana couple, although he attracted attention at birth because of his noble blood, people only regarded him as a natural heir.

But Alexander knew what kind of character the child would become in the future.

Because these topics are so involved, those little nobles have no chance to deal with power.

However, since the relationship with the nobles of Barriaridud was closely related to their interests, the woods became extremely lively.

Don Bandraz had been quietly watching the little nobles arguing, and he would sometimes glance lightly at Alexander, who was sitting there without saying a word, which made Don Bandraz even more sure of what he had vaguely guessed in his heart.

While in Madrid, Don Bandraz had already noticed that Alexander's ideas in some places did not seem to be at odds with Isabella's, and he couldn't help but sigh that he was worthy of being from the Astamara family.

Now he was even more sure that his previous guess was not wrong.

There is no doubt that Alexander had no interest in continuing to maintain the status quo in which many powers were held by the aristocracy.

Like Isabella, he was looking for a more efficient way of ruling that would reflect the authority of the monarch.

He thought of Sebastian Don Cappendi, the prison warden with whom many people would not want to be around.

Don Bandraz, who knew the story from relatives in the capital, was one of the few people who knew why Don Carpendi was exiled in the first place.

Don Cappendi had proposed to Isabella the establishment of an independent inspection system, and this power would eventually be in the hands of the queen herself.

This suggestion, which was very much in line with Isabella's wishes, was strongly opposed by Ferdinand.

Ferdinand feared that this might cause resentment among the nobles, when in fact all he feared was that the queen's power would be too much and that it would end up adversely affecting him.

In order to appease Ferdinand, Isabella exiled Don Carpendi to Madrid as a prison director.

However, judging from this arrangement, she may not have the idea of using this person again when the time is ripe in the future.

It's just that no one expected that Isabella died.

Regardless of her considerations, Isabella became the one who ruined Don Cappendi's future and ideals.

Resentment may not be, but Don Cappendi apparently did not interrupt Isabella's descendants from severing their allegiance to Isabella after her death.

Alexander's reuse of Don Carpendi allowed Don Bandraz to see something different.

Don Banderaz was convinced that he could not be mistaken, and Alexander even left Don Carpendi in Madrid.

Alexander's attention to Madrid was felt by Don Bandraz, so he left the warden at this time and did not bring it, not because he did not trust him, but because he wanted to give him a heavy responsibility.

And what makes Alexander pay so much attention to him will not be as simple as the fact that he sent someone to find Juana before.

Don Banderaz remembered why the warden had been exiled by Isabella, and thought that he might have guessed Alexander's intentions.

The nobles were still arguing, but Alexander seemed to be getting a little impatient.

He stood up silently and looked around at everyone, and with his action, the people who had been arguing slowly fell silent.

Everyone's eyes were on Alexander, their eyes showing heat and excitement, and the meaning of this moment for these people was absolutely unimaginable.

"What I will say is that I will not be an enemy of Barriadotus."

As soon as Alexander spoke, many people were stunned, but he did not pause because of their unexpected surprise, and continued to speak.

"We have the same blood as those of Barrialydod, and as Castilians, we are no different from them, so why fight with them?"

"But they have not yet come to meet you, which is contempt and hostility to Castilian orthodoxy."

Hearing this, Alexander did not show any joy at the compliment, but he glanced at the nobleman who had spoken, and vaguely recognized that the man was a knight who had joined after passing through Torresillas.

"Why should you be considered hostile because you didn't greet me," Alexander asked the man rhetorically, "If I were king now, I would approve of you, but I am no different from you now,"

Alexander's words stunned the nobles, and many wanted to refute but knew what to say, and the only thing that seemed to be able to express was admiration for the duke's magnanimity.

Don Banderaz, however, heard something different from Alexander's words.

Sure enough, the duke's ambitions were not just satisfied by getting the throne of Castile.

Don Bandraz thought to himself, and his gaze at Alexander became solemn.

"Our march is peaceful, and our only weapon is Castilian loyalty, so we cannot inflict the sword on our brothers,"

Alexander looked quickly at the people seated.

He noticed that the expressions of those people were different at this moment, some of them were angry, and some of them looked indifferent, but their demeanor still showed a casual but relieved look.

Looking at them, Alexander knew in his heart.

The nobles of Barriaridot were clearly still concerned about what Alexander would do to them in the future, and because of this, many were slow to react.

But now Alexander's words seemed to reassure them.

"I am the prince of Castile, and I am destined to have the responsibilities and obligations that I deserve."

Alexander no longer concealed his ambitions, and he knew that this was the only way to reassure these people, and seeing the excitement with which they could not hide when they heard his words, Alexander said in a slow but unusually clear tone:

"This battle for the throne is not mixed with any personal vendettas, it is entirely for the sake of the Castilian inheritance, so I solemnly promise here that no one will be avenged for personal vendettas, and that the new Castilian court will treat all nobles and commoners in a fair manner."

The two scribes in charge of the record quickly recounted Alexander's words on the writing board, and at the same time the two men glanced at each other from time to time, as if to see if they had missed something from each other's expressions.

Don Banderaz sat and listened attentively to Alexander's speech, he did not know what the value of this discussion and speech would be in the future, but unlike the others who immediately became elated after hearing it, Don Banderaz heard something strange in it.

All nobles and commoners will be treated in a fair manner.

This may not sound strange, but Don Banderaz was keenly aware of Alexander's first comparison of nobles with commoners.

Or at least the commoners were put on a par with the nobility.

This has never been done before among previous monarchs.

Is this duke going to be a "commoner king"?

Don Banderaz quickly denied the thought as soon as this thought crossed his mind, and he did not think that Alexander wanted to be such a monarch as Louis XII of France.

So, what he wants to say is actually to treat the nobles the same as the commoners?

Don Banderaz's heart jumped suddenly, and thinking about the prison warden who seemed to be busy with something left by Alexander in Madrid, Don Bandraz couldn't help but feel a secret palpitation.

Alexander had by this time walked up to one of the scribes, and he took the paper from the man's hand and looked through it, as if to make sure that his words had been recorded accurately.

Then he took a pen and wrote the title "St. Martin's Chapter" on the edge of the record.

Alexander couldn't help but smile at the name of the title, it was only because this was the village of St. Martin, and the meeting really didn't make a declaration.

So he simply came up with such a plausible name.

Then, he signed his name in a fancy font that was rarely seen today, in the margins below the record.

Looking at the somewhat unfamiliar signature, Alexander was slightly distracted for a moment, and then handed the record to Don Bandraz next to him.

For the first time, he signed the full name "George Modillo Astamara" on an official document.

In the distance, someone hurried on horseback, and it wasn't long before the man was taken into the woods by the guards.

It was a scout sent out to investigate, and he felt as if he had just been fished out of the water because he had been running wildly, and there were many sweat stains splashed on the way.

"Your Highness," the scout immediately gasped at the sight of Alexander, "I just heard that there was a riot in the city of Barriaridud, and the palace has been sealed off!" ”

Hearing this, everyone was in an uproar at first, and then immediately looked at Alexander.

At this time, although Alexander was also quite surprised, he did not hesitate after seeing the people's eyes, and immediately gave an order: "Now is the right time, follow me into Vallidotus." ”