A.D. 1086, the ninth year of Xiao Ji, late autumn.

Some of the monks of Winchester, in writing the events of the year, mentioned that in Sussex a large number of birds had died, and some people remember an old event that happened four hundred years ago: it is said that in the year 671 A.D. there was a great war in England, and there was a great clash between native and foreign birds over the kingdom, and the war ended in the victory of the native population, and the foreign birds fled, and the corpses of the British counties were strewn all over the wilderness, and the stench of dead birds of all sizes was all over the land and sea.

No one has woven a tapestry for this triumph of the English species, and the knowledgeable have pointed out the absurdity of the account and scoffed at the "patriotism" of the birds, which at first was nothing more than a record of an ancient bird plague.

As for what is happening now, few people have yet realized that there is some connection between the mysterious death of these Sussex birds and the factories that are spewing smoke into the sky, but there are attempts to link it to the impending war: just as the Viking had seen in a dream twenty years ago that every longship of King Harald of Norway had a bird standing at the bow of every longship in England, bird love has been a sign of war since ancient times.

In any case, the king has set out, and the end of the war is hidden in the fog.

In the wooded season, the Duchy of Normandy appears unsheltered, the military fortresses on the east bank of the Seine are preparing for battle, cut off from traffic at any time, and vehicles large and small are marching towards the castle and port of Saint-Valery in the north in preparation for the imminent landing of the British army, Robert does not trust the lords of Fécon and Dieppe, just as he does not trust his brother Henry, and the British army can help him to ensure the loyalty of these two castles. The days of political and military affairs affected Robert's mood, and many lords did not trust him, which greatly affected the efficiency of the principality, so when the court of Rouen learned that the castle of Aumales in the east had been occupied by supporters of William Loufus, the favored duchy contender of many lords, had already controlled many territories in the west and a priceless treasure.

"That guy still won't say yes?" Lufus's face looked almost blood-red, and he had spent a fortune of money—the Church's—to win the support of Afranche and Moren. His uncle, Robert, Lord of Mortan, was even more greedy than Hug da Franche, while Bishop Geoffrey and Robert Montbrai, the two uncles and nephews, had yet to take a stand, but had returned to their respective territories and regrouped for battle.

The support of these guys will not be cheap, as well as Bishop Lixue...... William Luforth shuddered at the thought of the list, and money was not enough to give these people the courage to take revenge on Edgar.

Today must not fail, he made up his mind.

A group of imposing monks entered the hall surrounded by a Saxon who, though dressed more modestly than the others, was as imposing as the master of the monks.

The Norman master politely offered the Saxons new robes, as is custom in the north, but they did not accept the waiter's change of clothes, and the rough movements almost tore the linen apart.

"Lord Woolfnoth." Lufus greeted with a smile.

"Humph!" The Saxons don't seem to have taken William's son seriously at all.

"It's the seventh day, haven't you thought about it yet?"

Woolfnoth didn't say a word.

"Is it true that adults have no interest in returning home?"

"It's not my war, I'm old." The Saxon lord replied, "An old and sick prisoner." ”

"But you're a Godwinson!" William finally lost his patience and reminded loudly, "Your father and brother are kings and earls of England, commanders of the great army!" ”

"So what, it's not that your father killed them all."

"It's been twenty years, do you want Godwin's name to be extinct?" William had a hint of cunning on his face.

"Haakon is also in your hands?" Woolfnoth suddenly changed color and almost stepped forward to grab Lufus by the collar, but was immediately controlled by two Norman knights.

"That's right, if he wasn't already a waste, he wouldn't have had no chance to leave." "After all, he is the eldest grandson of the old Earl Godwin," said Loufus, "and many people on the other side of the river remember his father." ”

Seeing that Woolfnoth had regained his composure, William motioned for the two knights to let go of each other.

"My brother? How much they feared him then, and how much they hate his heirs now, you won't find many friends in England by Haakon's name. ”

"Yes, but I can also remove this bane for the earls of England, and erase Godwin's family from the world by the way."

Woolfnorth understood that the other party was not intimidating, as Godwin's youngest son, he was not much older than his nephew, and the two Godwin's descendants who were nearly fifty years old have long been lost in the wind in today's world, and who will remember how this family was deeply rooted in the first place?

Decades ago, when his eldest brother Sven was tyrannical and domineering, Harold was jealous of him. He went on an expedition to Wales, where he had a good conversation with Grufiz, the king of northern Wales, and then kidnapped the deceitful Edif into the army, ravaged him, and then poisoned his cousin Björn, the eldest son of Ulfjarre. Woolfnoth did not like Sven, he was not Harold, and he did not compete with this eldest brother, all because Sven broke his mother's heart: Sven was still an earl at that time, and in order to win the support of the Danes in the kingdom, he liked to call himself the illegitimate son of Canute, and did not admit that he was a member of the Godwin family.

But Haakon was not Sven, and he should not have borne the guilt of a man who was already full of evil. Woolfnoth sighed that Lufus was not mistaken, and that he did still cherish the family.

"What do you want me to do?"

"You're going to be king." Lufus said calmly, as if under a trivial order.