"Where is the old stronghold of this legion—

Caesar sent an army to Gaul,

Yokokai camped here.

Alfred set sail here,

Chase the rout of the north.

The wars, peace, and skills of olds are gone,

England was born.

She is not a worldly earth, water, wood,

It is Merlin's magical fairy island. ”

The streets of London have been washed away by heavy rains, the bustling street markets are silent, and the obese Earl of Mercia, Moka, braves the rain to cross the marble bridge of Tony Island to Westminster.

The Earl's hair was beaten by the rain dripping from the roof, and there was a warm feeling of blood, and he walked silently along the silent corridor, the stone steps to the left and right were covered with moss, and when he reached the church, the Earl stopped for a moment at the mausoleum of King Edward and Queen Edith the Confessor, and could not help but think of his sister who had died last year, as Harold's queen, the earl's sister Edith was not buried in London or Chester, but in the church in Hastings, where she was buried with Harold Godwinson.

When the Count of Moka entered the courtyard where the king was, a curtain of rain was hiding from all sides a veiled statue of the Virgin, a white marble statue lying leisurely in the middle of the pool, and water dropping from its normally spotless limbs washed by the fountain fell like threads.

"Your Majesty, the Count of Mercia has arrived." The chamberlain whispered to the king, who was watching the rain.

When Moka first entered the courtyard, he thought that the king was standing in the rain, and when he turned back, he found that his long hair was clean and not a drop of rain had been touched.

"My lord, are you having a good trip?" Edgar greeted the elderly Earl of Mercia.

"The roads in the north are relatively smooth, but the west side of Chester is not too peaceful."

"What do you think about Robert's thing?" The king refers to Robert William Mallett's eldest son.

"My cousin did cross the line this time, but it's some Welsh people who are more wary now." Moca graciously admits to Robert's guilt while deftly shifting the subject to Boas's mess.

"We must not let the subjects of the kingdom think that justice will not be obtained from us, my lord." Edgar reminded Count Mercia.

Half a month ago, at the wedding of King Trahhorn of Boas, Robert Mallette got drunk and then opened one of the bride's cousins directly in Trahearn's marriage room, which caused hostility throughout Wales, and Trahearn thought it was a humiliation by the Normans to himself.

"Wales was once a unified kingdom, and now that people are just thieves in the mountains." "If we don't take the opportunity to extinguish the last embers," insisted Count Mercia, one day, the fire will be rekindled. ”

"Robert Mallett must be punished this time."

"If it's a normal day, that's fine." Moka still tried to reverse the king's decision, "But, Your Majesty, Trahern is already gathering forces, my uncle is now old and blind and unable to fight, and the situation in Gwynnes is all suppressed by Robert, I know he is a brutal fellow, but arresting him now will only make the Welsh more unscrupulous." ”

Edgar groaned, he had long known about the atrocities of the Normans in Wales, but for the sake of the Earl of Mercia, he had not cared about it, this crisis made him realize his mistake, unlike the Earl of Mercia, the other party only needs to consider the safety of the territory, Edgar must consider the problem of the entire kingdom, the conquered territory will return to calm sooner or later, and today's iron and blood are not a long-term solution after all.

Robert may not be able to move lightly now, Edgar is thinking not only of the problems of the Welsh, but also of the attitude of Moka himself, since this lord is desperate to go south to intercede, if he does not scruple, I am afraid that it will cause more serious problems in the kingdom, after all, the Earl of Mercia is the most powerful lord in the whole of England, and his territory is second only to the royal family.

"Your Excellency, go down first, and we'll give you an answer tomorrow."

Hearing the king's words, Moka seemed relieved, and it seemed to him that this time, the king had succumbed.

In order to show that he was the co-lord of the whole of Britain, Edgar once transplanted an ancient oak tree in front of the palace of Westminster after the conquest of Wales. With this move, Edgar made the symbol of the Britannica part of the royal insignia of England, linking the past of the entire British nation to the English royal family. The music of the court gradually added the legend of King Arthur, and even some narrative poems of the kingdom of Golden, in fact, such ballads were known to the kings of Northumbria hundreds of years ago, and the English people in the north also sang about the bravery of the Knights of Golden, as if they did not know anything about the brutal "Blineh" in the poems as their ancestors, Edgar wanted to assimilate his British subjects with this, but he knew that this performance was nothing more than a kind of appeasement, It must not be a substitute for actual power projection.

If you choose a bloody crackdown this time, then you must completely dismiss those Welsh guards, Edgar thought so, all these years, Welsh archers and spearmen have been guarding the royal family, crusades and crusades, the last reward to "Scud" Martin also made other Welsh warriors see the way to the English court, Edgar is not willing to give up his efforts.

That night, just as Edgar was hesitating against the fireplace fire, an urgent letter arrived in Westminster.

"Has the Earl of Pembroke arrived in Dover?" Edgar stood up in surprise and nearly knocked over the silver kettle on the case.

"Yes, Your Majesty. As soon as the fleet returned, the Earl sent someone to inform Dover. ”

Edgar scrutinized Rodrigo's handwriting, the southern expedition was a great success, the Balearic emir of Mallorca was captured, the islands were incorporated into the territory of the Norwegian king, and the sailing detachment to the west had succeeded in reaching an island with fertile soil, which, according to Rodrigo, was dense with volcanic ash and the land was unusually fertile, making it ideal for both wheat and grapes.

Seeing this, Edgar suppressed his excitement and sat down to write an arrest warrant. Now that Rodrigo had returned, there would be no problem with Trahiron, and the King of Wales might not have taken Roger and Robert Mallett of Hereford out of sight, but the Earl of Pembroke was different, and Trahhorn feared the Spanish knight only to Edgar himself. The development of the southern islands could also attract some Welsh people, just as the thriving whaling industry attracted a large number of carers and slaves.

After writing the warrant for Robert Mallett's arrest, Edgar wrote another letter to Traherne, beginning with: "We are the King of Britain, the masters of a vast land!" ”