"Master Lorenzo, we are very pleased with your genius, can you tell me where you learned such a skill?" Edgar stared intently at the white marble statue, which was beyond his best imagination, the Virgin in the laurel crown lowered her forehead, the white veil cascading spontaneously, through the veil you could see the grace under the eyelashes, an indescribable elegance and elfin beauty enveloped the whole work, almost making people feel a holy white light shining around the sculpture.

"It's a pity that the masters who can teach me have passed away nearly a thousand years ago." The Italian had a lonely expression, he had learned ancient techniques from the King of England, and he had traveled all over Italy at all costs to understand the unique brushstrokes of the old masters' swords, and finally completed this work that was in line with the King of England's heart.

"I'm sure our prices will satisfy you." Edgar went to great lengths to add to the glory of the recently completed Westminster Abbey, and of course the ornamental spire was far from finished, so he even moved it from the Tower of London back to King Edward's humble palace to oversee the work himself.

The chapel of Saint-Germain Oseroi is a jewel of France, and Edgar intends to make Westminster a monument, when people think of Egypt, they think of the Great Lighthouse of Pharos and the City of the Dead of Giza, when they think of Rome, they think of the great gladiatorial arena and the Pantheon, and he hopes that Westminster will become the pyramid of London, in this dark age, the gilded bronze tiles of the Pantheon in Rome have long been lost, the light of wisdom of Hagia Sophia is fading, and London will become the beacon of civilization in the north. A home for all forms of art. In order to achieve this, Edgar even promised the King of Norway a high price for ancient relics looted from North African and Spanish lands, a deal as dirty as Napoleon's brutal seizure of art from all over the world, but it did create a temple of art in a short time. Edgar despised the deeds of the famous Count of Baliqiao in the East, and was very dismissive of the Oriental traveler who used the collection of the Tatar monarch to curry favor with the glamorous Empress Eugenie, but now he would be the same person—an international dealer in antiquities.

The impression of the people of the world that London is just a fish market in a swamp, the king of England is determined to decorate this royal city on the Thames with the treasures of the world, and now it is a little successful, and his queen also likes to hold the young Prince Edmund, and has a bird's-eye view of the open river on the Tower of London, and once the prince begins to cry and find a wet nurse or run away, Emma will coax him with his "Saxon bride", so that the poor child quickly hides in his arms, and from this time on, As a young child, Prince Edmund developed an inexplicable fear of the legendary "Saxon bride", almost like other children were afraid of witches with warts on their noses.

On this day, when the king's family was enjoying the warm breeze and rare quiet, an uninvited guest came to the court.

"What the hell is going on?" The queen was a little angry at the messenger who had ruined her mood, but when she saw her husband put down the letter, she drew a cross.

"Rome has fallen." A short sentence came out of his mouth, but the meaning in it could shake the whole Christian world.

"O God!" The queen who put down the child covered her mouth and did not say a word.

The situation in Italy took a turn for the worse, Emperor Henry obtained the Byzantine gold, and did not immediately increase his troops in Rome, but bribed the Prince of Capua with half of it, and soon, the army of the Prince of Capua and the Duke of Geta attacked the Calabria region, and after receiving this news, the Norman army of Rome immediately abandoned the papostolic throne, and the Germanic emperor, who had secretly increased his troops, took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, and the Eternal City immediately fell, and the Pope took refuge in the circular Hadrian's tomb, and the Teutonic army quickly surrounded the fortress.

"The Greeks ......" Even if he was prepared for this, Edgar still felt a little chill at Emperor Alexios' diplomatic skills, and as a result, the Duke of Apulia had to withdraw his army.

In the worst-case scenario, Emperor Henry, the Venetians, and the Byzantine Emperor would attack from three sides, but Edgar knew that these forces were definitely not so united, and that the Normans in the south were not so easily defeated. Robert Giska's brother Roger is still in Sicily, and his sons are almost all in Greece, and as long as these figures are present, the temporarily lost land will always be regained, and the Otwers will prove this to the world more than once: as long as they are unanimous, neither the emperor nor the pope can defeat them.

"It's time for us to do something in advance." Edgar did not take part in the expedition of the Norwegian king and the English fleet to North Africa, and Yusuf ibn Tashfin, who was still on the coast of North Africa, had completed his final conquest of the lands north of the Sahara, and did not expect the Vikings and Saxons to attack from the sea. Edgar sent Count Rodrigo, the great monarch's mortal enemy, while he stayed in the kingdom to deal with unexpected events, such as the crisis at hand.

The time had not yet come, and the Duke of Saxony was not ready to raise his army again, so Edgar could only send an emissary to Rome to convey his advice to Bishop Odo, who he had met with once, and he felt that the bishop would understand what he meant, and even defuse the crisis.

At the same time, he also kept the nobility of England in the capital in the name of knightly jousting, so that he could mobilize an elite army at any time if the need arises.

Before the news of the fall of Rome spread, the lords were still preparing for a grand joust, the ornate tents were transported outside the city, the metal foil on the vehicles was dazzling, the oak terraces and the various drapery formed a unique landscape, the plebeians who were attracted by the coming bustle began to celebrate the feast of Dionysian in advance, and some of the citizens who had watched the mystical drama near the church boasted how clean the new statue of the Virgin Mary was—as white as a lady's buttocks, according to one drunkard.

Occasionally, people would talk about the king's wars, and finally they would start to think nostalgic for King Edward's time, after all, although there were fierce Norman lords who were domineering at home, but not as many wars as they are now. Beer-laden artisans began to complain about the eccentric Gentile "masters," many of whom had heard the Greek or Italian shouts on the scaffold. In short, next to the king's elaborate and ornate architecture, Londoners enjoyed their own free time, and had no idea of the pagans of distant Rome and Gentiles, much less of what was happening in the distant lands that would eventually affect their small lives.