"This is Hazeby?" Edgar was a little surprised, the huge semi-circular ruins looked like the Dionysian theater in Athens from a distance, but when he got closer, he saw the ruins everywhere.

The Duke of Saxony was not surprising, for for as long as he could remember, Hazeby was a deserted Viking town, where ghost-scared pedestrians would speed along the Harvey Boulevard, and his nurse remembered the glory days of the town, when Hazeby was the most populous town in Denmark, with its dense vertical pavements paved with timber, the roofs of its houses like fish scales on the sea, the fires of its silversmith shops all night long, and the bazaars full of goods from afar: timber from Vinland, walrus ivory from Greenland, Iceland's falcon and sulphur, York's flax and wool, Kiev's slaves and wax, Frankish weapons, glass and wine, Norway's asphalt and soapstone, Sweden's pig iron and fur, Greece's silk and spices, and even Persian sherry ingots.

However, all this has been reduced to ashes, and Hezeby is now only a tomb, a footnote to history, and will eventually be a puff of green smoke – even the name of her destroyer, King Harald of Norway, will be forgotten by time.

It was an adventure to choose this place as the meeting place, and the nearby Danish lords might inform King Osbjorn or even attack them, and Edgar felt that it was inevitable that the Danish Jarr would inform the king of this, but the latter was unlikely—who could know who would sit on Roskild's throne in a few years?

On this coast, the Danish longship was already a familiar sight, but the one in front of him, with a black sail of a raven, was approaching the deserted fjord, and it was clearly not a merchant ship.

Edgar soon met the owner of the Danish ship, Prince Knut, who was obviously much more mature than he had been ten years earlier, Edgar had heard about the Danish exile who had led a boatload of Vikings south to the Dnieper River in Sweden, and in order to avoid being ambushed by robbers, Knut crossed the gorge and waterfall of Dnipropetrovsk, and went south to Mykrigad, where he traded with the Byzantines and returned. So now Edgar is no longer a pretentious young man, but a leader.

"My lord, how is the wind at sea?"

"Like a, Your Majesty." The Danish prince laughed and replied, "Sometimes it gets too fast, sometimes it gets cold and the men are already soaking wet." ”

"Are there any women that adults can't tame?"

"If all the women were like this storm, I wouldn't be able to bear it." The Danish prince admitted, "But if it were my uncle's, I wouldn't mind taking it." ”

The Duke of Saxony couldn't help but look away, Osbjörn took at least two concubines, not as good as the previous King of Sven, but for a Christian king, this barbaric "Danish marriage" was still a stain. Edgar diverted the subject: "What are you going to do about it?" ”

"In the Danish way," said the prince without hesitation, "I will expose my uncle's crimes in court, and then ask for a solitary duel." ”

Edgar didn't care to mock the other party's courage in a duel with an old man, he just doubted: "Will the Danish Yar agree?" ”

"If they refuse to give me justice, I will remind them of ...... in another way" The prince's expression was full of confidence, and Edgar was somewhat suspicious that it was Canute's brother-in-law, King Olaf of Norway, who gave him such confidence.

Edgar did not want the Danish civil war to continue, and was especially wary of the Norwegians' attempts to intervene in the Danish struggle for the throne, as he needed to develop the Baltic trade routes, and a turbulent Danish kingdom or a Danish controlled by Norway was not something he was happy with.

"We have sent a letter to the Holy See, the Roman envoy is on his way, and the envoy can dismiss the Danish king as soon as his guilt is confirmed." Edgar added that Gregory VII had a good personal relationship with the previous King of Denmark and that the two exchanged letters frequently, so the Pope agreed to intervene even though he was being attacked by the Emperor.

In Edgar's mind, Gregory VII was strong-willed and unskilled, and tragically, he was still trying to imitate Caesar's career. The Pope's reply seemed to have a slight hint about the English king's concern for attacking the infidels in the northern wilderness, and Edgar naturally understood that the Pope would prefer to attack Emperor Henry directly, but this would not be good for the English, and in the long run, confrontation with the monarch of Christendom was not the real source of power for the Church. Gregory VII failed to see this, and he simply congratulated the King of Castile's victory over the Moors, while the Byzantine Emperor's pleas for help were completely ignored by him.

Even so, Edgar had to side with Rome, and the threat to Henry IV was definitely much greater than to march south and create an anti-imperial alliance in the north of the empire. Duke Magnus also strongly agreed, his realm was no longer a threat to the Slavs, so he did not have to submit to the emperor in exchange for protection, if he could form an alliance with the kingdoms of Norway and Denmark, the whole northern world would become his back, and the emperor of the south would soon find that the most dangerous enemy within the empire was rising. The Duke had no idea that he would have no male offspring in his life, and that if his daughter did not marry the heir of the King of England, the Duchy of Saxony would eventually fall into the hands of the Welffs, and now he even began to fantasize about a new dynasty.

"If my children and grandchildren are to become emperors, then I need a lot of money." The Duke thought to himself, maybe he could grab more land from the Diocese of Hamburg? He hated the Archbishop of Hamburg sent by the Emperor for a long time, and this hatred lasted longer than Emperor Henry's feud with the Pope.

"My lords, we will soon be leaving here, and Lübeck will be governed by an autonomous council, and may the merciful God bless us in our endeavours." As he said this, Edgar did not expect that he would not be able to return to England immediately, or even leave the Duchy of Saxony. A few days later, he was talking to Rodrigo about Hereward's funeral, which was said to be attended by two hundred people, when a name came to his ears.

"Bishop Odo?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, Bishop Odo from Châtilon is waiting for you." The squire uttered a very common name.