"Hasn't that been clarified yet?" Margaret's voice seemed a little urgent, which was very different from her usual quiet and quiet attitude, but there was no surprise on the knight's face in front of her.

"Your Majesty, we have too few men to have too much contact with the Scots to spy on the court of the Count of Morai. But ......," the knight suddenly stopped talking.

"How?" Queen Margaret asked.

"Your Majesty, our people have secretly bribed an insider, and the location of that monastery has been found out." Knight Etherstein replied with a bowed head.

Margaret was silent, she didn't have a good impression of the woman before, but the other party's current experience made her feel a little sympathetic, but at this time she was still a little hesitant. It was almost impossible to talk about in the royal court, from King Malcolm to the lowest-ranking attendants, and only Margaret was secretly watching the affairs of the imprisoned woman.

Separated by the wild highlands and the snow-capped mountains of giants, the situation in Molay is unfathomable, and the atmosphere of the Earl's court becomes even more mysterious after the visit of Prince Donald. In the large courtyard, several tall warriors carried thick tree trunks in the traditional highlander throwing competition, and as the painted trunks were thrown across the horizontal line symbolizing the stream, Prince Donald applauded and said to the Count of Morai: "There are more and more English people around the king." ”

The Earl was unmoved, but his voice was a little hoarse: "What does this matter to me?" ”

"I've heard that there's also been an English mongrel here recently."

The Count of Morley immediately glared at the prince, but Donald continued unhurriedly: "My brother has given too many high positions and territories to those newcomers from the south, and perhaps to the English ladies of the court one or two illegitimate children, and if this continues, sooner or later our nobles will be replaced by those newcomers." Do you think that when the time comes, when the English will rely on their king to enter your territory, will Molay remain the way it is? ”

The Earl sneered, "I heard that you are surrounded by a group of Irishmen, and that you have a private connection with that exiled Welsh bastard, Grufiz, do you think we don't know?" Why should I support your group of Irish, against those English of your brother? ”

Prince Donald made a cut on his finger with a knife: "Because I am not my brother, I am a samurai and used to bloodshed, and you, my lord, will need my sword one day." You know this, just as you know that sooner or later Edgar in England will settle accounts with you for that wild species. ”

Molay's face changed: "You bastard, you think you know something, and you dare to come here to threaten us?" Do you think Macbeth's successor would be intimidated by a Duncan's cub? Let me tell you, my lord! You don't know anything, you don't know the things about us Molay, just like you don't know the means behind that brother of yours. If you think that a reckless man like you can bring us to our knees, or even crown us on the Skunite, I can only have mercy on you, for this ignorance is enough to ruin everything for you! ”

Donald's hand pressed against his sword, and his fingers almost tore the sleeves of his robe like eagle talons, but he finally stopped his anger, and the prince did not say goodbye to his master, but stood out with his horse, and rode away without looking back with the heads of several warriors who were in his retinue.

Looking at the other party's back, the Count of Morley sighed, and then shouted: "Prepare the horses!" ”

The attendants in the courtyard had long been accustomed to the Count's travels, which had happened almost every day since the Count's return that night, and as was customary for the Count of Morai, the horsemen quickly prepared themselves and left the ring-shaped fortress with their great chieftain.

The west wind blows across the Seine, the royal palace of the Île de la Cité offers a bird's-eye view of the city, and on the site of the old Merovingian palace, the hall built by Robert the Pious is still magnificent, and the Friuli Ergalde recorded a blind man restoring sight to the king before the palace, so that the saints add to the glory of the building. From the top of the tower, Philip looked out towards the Louvre, where Normandy was located. The King said to his brother Hugue, "Have you seen Stephen's letter?" ”

"Your Majesty, not yet."

"You ought to have heard what he had to say about my cousin Edgar, I almost thought I was reading a biography of Alexander the Great." Philip's tone was slightly sour, but Hugg still heard a hint of envy.

"So, the King of England has won again?"

"Win the war? Ha! He wiped out Odo's army, defeated Alain Loufus, and conquered all of Brittany in half a month! I wonder if my cousin will one day be outside our walls if his army continues eastward. "Philip is more than snarky.

"Your Majesty, will the English invade Normandy?" Prince Hugue's words interrupted Philip's somewhat neurotic delusions.

"Who knows, I don't care at all, whoever wins between him and the Duke of Normandy is not a bad thing for us. If my cousin wins, we can subdue the Normans; If the Duke of Normandy wins, won't that old fellow venture across the Channel again? Perhaps this would have freed us all, but if it weren't for the Normans, why would we condone the wanton expansion of the arrogant lords? If we had fought with the Normans for another twenty years, who knew how strong the Counts of Anjou and Flemish would be? ”

Yu Ge heard that his brother was not really worried, but just took the opportunity to vent his anger at those unruly lords. He didn't think that Anjou and Flanders would be a great threat, and since he went to the northern principalities and saw the strength of the Normans, Prince Hugg had always felt that those pious and terrible Norman knights were a great danger.

"Your Majesty, we still won't send troops this time?" Hugg still hoped to defeat the Normans once and for all, but seeing Philip's performance, he did not have much hope of persuading the king.

Philip looked down from the window at a silver beech, the frost and snow-covered branches shining softly like gray silk, and he stared intently at the only giant tree in the four fields, its tall and straight torso, like a guard in gray chain mail and white robes guarding the riverbank.

The King felt a force and an impulse, and he suddenly raised his head: "My soldiers have been idle for too long, my knight lords have almost forgotten the feeling of holding a sword, if we leave a bird underwater for too long, it will also give birth to scales, it's time for them to splash some more blood on their beautiful clothes." Let's go to Normandy! The English cannot be allowed to take all the glory, this time we must show everyone the power and beauty of the royal family! ”