Half a month after the Battle of the Black Forest, the envoys of England and the Empire finally met at the court of St. Quentin in Vimanduis. These foreigners stood out among a group of Frankish nobles from places like Vimanduwar and Valois, but they were all guests of Prince Hugue, and no one would ask any questions that shouldn't be asked.

An attendant suddenly entered the auditorium and announced that the countess was too grief-stricken to attend the funeral.

Six Frankish knights of different colors carried the coffin that adorned the cross and placed it on the altar surrounded by candles for everyone to admire, and the somber aroma of cinnamon emanated from the coffin, like smelling salt, almost awakening the holy relics around it.

"Tell me, my lordship, what do Caesar want?"

"The friendship of the King of England, and the whole realm between Thuringia and Main!"

The English envoy breathed a sigh of relief that the Emperor's request was not excessive, and that if the Imperial envoy tried to claim the Saxony domain, neither the followers of the Duchess of Saxony nor the newly acquired Normans would agree, and Thuringia and East Franconia were still the margins that had not yet been fully settled.

Of course, the current Henry IV did not have enough strength to retake the territory north of the Harz Mountains, but the British army would eventually return home, and the power of the Counts of Saxony had long been destroyed, and the main forces of the empire would only have to deal with the Normans.

The two sides soon came to an agreement, by which time the chanting of the priests had ended, and in the atmosphere of the murder scene, the nobles sent the last Carolingian heir in the world to purgatory.

Prince Hugg watched coldly, occasionally sweeping his eyes to the English and the Teutons, and then he saw a familiar figure......

"What else did my brother say?"

"Nothing else, sir."

"Rao, prepare my horse, and we'll go back to Paris at once." Prince Hug nodded slightly, and commanded sideways.

Edgar's reaction was too fast, Huger shook his head and couldn't help but smile wryly, his brother Philip didn't even have time to prepare any "border incident", the Anglo-Saxon king arrived in Calais, and now I'm afraid he has entered Rouen.

Now that the king of England has landed, the next step is not to think about how to attack Normandy, Hugg knows very well how jealous his brother is of Edgar, if it weren't for Robert being captured, and Lufus constantly instigating, I'm afraid my brother wouldn't be half distracted by the north. Moreover, even after acquiescing to some of Lufus's actions, the king still agreed to negotiate secretly between the imperial and English envoys in his own territory, so as to leave room on both sides at the same time.

While the king's gunboats were harassing the southern shore of the strait, the army of the Eastern Roman Emperor had already besieged Drasta, and the messengers reported that the Pechenegs in the city were already harvesting the blood of their horses, so that all the generals had no doubt about the final victory.

Angus was sickly from the heat, and the northerner was obviously not as accustomed to the climate in the south as the Varangian guards, but he refused to return to his tent to rest, but watched the bloody scene across the trench every day, with spears falling like hail and arrows obscuring the day, and there was no doubt that it was the devil's abyss.

Maeve sometimes found him taking off his helmet and staring straight into the burning sun as if he wanted to burn his eyes, and sometimes he turned to the rushing East River with a worried look.

Six deputy commanders of Meisembria came to Angus every day to report the military situation, for the cavalry, the main thing was the reconnaissance around the battlefield, Angus knew that these guys were not interested in any military situation, their main energy was spent on tossing those poor rebel villages, after the last Roman Commander-in-Chief of the Roman Coastal Military Region, Nestor did not send a governor here, for fifteen years, this land has been occupied by all kinds of barbarians, and for the barbarians who do not hear the king, Roman soldiers never wasted their limited mercy.

Three days earlier, a frightened and trembling Wallach village girl had been sent to Angus's tent by these "kind" subordinates, and when Angus entered, she was lying on the bed, her legs crossed crookedly, and she did not even have the strength to sob, and Angus felt that her back and shoulders were somewhat like those of Madame Matilda, with toned curves.

Then, all this was seen by Maeve, who had come to Angus to complain, because someone had also sent a gray-haired Slavic boy to her tent.

"I'm going to kill her!" Angus could still hear Maeve roaring in his head.

In the end, the sound of the trumpets saved his life, and the Scythian advance attacked the emperor's camp, and by the time he rushed out of the tent, the camp of the Pauline army was already full of murder.

The trumpets in the direction of the imperial camp became more and more urgent, but the dignified commander of the western janissaries, Andreano, told everyone to stand by until the emperor's eunuch officer Leo Nisiritz arrived at the L-shaped gate of the cavalry camp and loudly announced that the emperor had repelled the horse thieves attacking the camp, and Angus could not leave the emperor's brother nearly half a step to the left.

"His Majesty the Emperor's Decree!" Nisiritz's shrill voice stood out in the midst of a group of men, and the Roman soldiers seemed to be in awe of the man, and they avoided him, a sight that made all the Frankish mercenaries who had just cleared the money from the table and hurriedly lined up to laugh.

The commander of the Western Praetorian Guard, Andreano Komnenos, quickly read the military order with his brother's lead seal, so he immediately ordered:

"The whole army is in formation, and immediately march to Drasta!"

Standing on the banks of the Danube, Angus recalled the scene: under the huge backdrop of the Simeon Peak, brightly colored military insignia moved forward on the plain at the same time, below was a neat square grid of infantry and cavalry, vigorously passing over the ruins of one ancient fortress after another, near the dense golden chess pieces of the imperial camp, the red pennants of the Varangian Guard rolled fiercely with a shaky silk icon, and tens of thousands of people shouted in unison Kyrie Eleison's battle cry. The iron pivots on the kite-shaped shield and the square shield reflected a thousand rays of light, just like the river in front of you.

Stauros Nika！ Stauros Nika！

Angus looked up from the front to see one of Drasta's walls crumbling down with a loud bang, revealing a wide gap, while the Emperor's siege engines continued to scar the remnants of the wall.

It was finally over, and Angus let out a long breath.