Each step means deeper humiliation, and each step carries a heavy cross.

Covered with onions and breadcrumbs, and with all the disgusting smells of the Tower of London's infamous Norman dungeons, Edwin finally entered the King's Hall, but Edwin felt like he was back in a place he had never been.

Everything was strange, from the nobles of the kingdom to the royal guards, he could name each one, but between them there was a great chasm.

Is this the price, father? Why can't I feel fear?

Edgar bypassed the White Knight of Mercia, and greeted the Danish prince first, and he found that the prince's wife glanced at him quickly, and before stirring up any ripples, the waters of the lake were calm again.

Volsiov must have known about that day, but he was a loyal subordinate......

Bertilda, he had almost forgotten about this woman, her silver-haired, scarab-colored eyes, oh - that slippery swamp, this woman wasn't having sex that day, she was almost sucking herself in......

Edgar immediately woke up from the absurd memories, and the music turned into a buzz under the influence of alcohol, which seemed both ridiculous and intense.

I am the king!

Edgar spoke:

"Lord Eric, are you ready to return home?"

The Danish prince's eyes widened and he looked ecstatic.

"We have one condition, though." The King of England dragged Prince Eric out of his dream in time, "This time you will not return alone. ”

"Everything is at your majesty's command." Eric hastily agrees, he knows who his power comes from, and prostitutes can't choose their bed partners - customers come first.

"We'll continue to discuss after the feast." The king raised his horns, and an attendant led the two Danish royal family to their seats.

Then, Queen Emma suddenly snorted coldly.

Edgar pretended not to hear, raised his arms, and pressed his hands down slightly, the magic that made the banquet hall immediately quiet.

"Lord Edwin!"

The prisoner began to tremble, the voice causing more fear than the speaker could imagine, and the unintended effect of this unintended effect slightly disturbed the nobles of the kingdom.

"Maintain dignity!" Vorsiov whispered.

Edgar nodded to old Northumbria, and then turned to Mercia's son.

"We deeply regret the misfortune of Lord Moka, and we are even more appalled by your misfortune. At the persuasion of His Excellency Bishop Leofrick, we have decided to split your father's estate into two parts! ”

The buzz rose sharply.

"Quiet!" It was still Vorsiov's voice.

"Berenga people!" The king stood up and took a ring and a sword belt from the silver plate in his attendant's hand.

Edwin's half-brother, Mercia's illegitimate son, Berenga, came before the king.

"Get on your knees!" The king commanded.

Marvel and contempt were in the air, and the new Earl of Oxford, Henry, watched with interest as he remembered his father's canonization of himself in Caen, when he slapped twice on the cheek and declared himself a knight.

"We canonize you as the Earl of Warwick." The king handed Berenga the sword belt and the ring, and the latter stood up, and the king embraced him with open arms and kissed him on the right and left cheeks.

Before the touch of the king's beard disappeared, another voice sounded:

"Lord Edwin, get on your knees!"

This time, the king waited a long time to take the ring from the silver plate, but put the ring on the tip of his sword.

Edwin held his breath as if waiting for the King's outburst.

The king didn't say anything, but suddenly pointed his sword at Edwin, the golden ring trembling slightly in front of the bridge of his nose.

The palm of the hand is raised, and the ring falls.

"Arise, Lord Earl of Chester!"

The king's word is the decree, and from this moment on, Edwin is the Earl of Chester.

However, Edwin himself understood, and all the northern lords present also understood the meaning of the king's action.

The ring is placed on the sword, which means that the title must be obtained from the edge of the sword, as is the tradition told in the Sakya of the northerners.

The ownership of the vast Mercian heritage was thus determined, and England was no longer the Earl of Mercia, a result that had a particularly great impact on the northerners.

"Are you really going to let our son go to Saxony?" After the music resumed, Emma asked.

"He's not going to be alone."

"You mean the Dane?" Emma gave a look of disdain.

"No, I mean Edwin."

"You're crazy! You know he's ......"

"Of course, I also know what he is afraid of, everyone has weaknesses." Edgar replied to his wife.

The queen immediately came to her senses, but suddenly she was afraid of her husband, if it was in the past, Edgar would not have manipulated people's hearts so unemotionally, even taking advantage of her son's bride, it was like ...... It's like Philip's style.

"Will you sleep on your own tonight?"

"Yes......" the king hesitated for a moment.

Emma didn't say anything, just clapped her hands at her maid.

When everything was silent, King Edgar waited for the lady.

"Take it off."

A sense of humiliation arises.

"Does Your Majesty think I'm one of those 'barracks wives'?"

"Then why are you here?"

"Because of my husband."

"I have heard that your husband is pleasing twenty-seven women at the same time."

"What does this have to do with Your Majesty? I...... Love my husband. ”

Edgar nodded, put down the "Hundred Official Chronicles" in his hand, and said nothing.

The candlelight flickered on and off, and the long white dress fell.