After entering York Castle with the Earl of Lincoln, the Earl of Glamorgan, and the Princes of Teuton, the king was greeted by the Governor of Hughard Barnes himself, who was in a wheelchair, and behind the magistrate a group of northern nobles had filled the courtyard of York Castle, although there were fountains all around, and many people were sweating on their foreheads and necks, and a fat monk sweating profusely was constantly changing direction like a shark in the sea.

Henry, the new Earl of Oxford, was north of Hadrian's Wall, and almost all of the local lords of York were present, and the blond, blue-eyed northern Danish nobles such as Arnktier the Younger, Snorri, Gimler, Father Leffen, and Touffene all bowed their heads. The king and his entourage were all sturdy horses, dressed in gorgeous horse clothes, and followed into the city by a Welsh infantry brigade that had just been reviewed, wearing half-body cuirasses, and the kite-shaped shield in his hand constantly made a heavy crashing sound, and many of the younger generation of northern lords were witnessing the royal dragon's wings for the first time, and they could not help but be shocked by such a momentum, and some had already begun to think about how to please the king next.

Edgar had already seen the reaction of the locals when he passed through the five towns of the Danfa district before, and in fact, when he was in France at the beginning of the year, not to mention these first-class country lords of Sein, even the princes of the Franks who were on the side of the protector, they all trembled and sweated when they faced the king of England. The Frankish knights were captured by the British, Charlemagne's banner of King Saint-Denis was captured by the British, and Philip even had to lead the way for Edgar if he wanted to.

However, at that time, Edgar was reluctant to show off his prestige, and even did not want to humiliate the French king too much, lest Philip throw himself at his other enemies, but this time it was different, the primary purpose of patrolling the north was to reassert royal power to the land, although the etiquette was extremely cumbersome, he still chose to endure it with the dignity of Augustus, in the eyes of others, the king looked like a radiant sun, surrounded by fierce generals like clouds, warriors like rain, such as the Earl of Glamorgan, who had the natural giant body of the GodwinAs for the scrawny Flemish man, he was not very conspicuous at this time, and no one thought that this Lincoln Earl would be a good fellow.

"Master Hughed, long time no see, you look much older."

"Perhaps God would have been more merciful to old Hereward, so that he would die in the prime of his life, and not be tormented by gout every day, as I did."

"We understand your pain, otherwise I would have let you see our current military appearance together."

"These guys are an eye-opener." Hugh glanced at the northerners around him, "Northumbria's days are not as good as those in the south, and there are interesting things everywhere, and I believe that Your Majesty's military parade will soon enter the ballads in every banquet hall." ”

York prospered rapidly with the arrival of a large number of southern troops, and the number of nobles in the town was multiplied several times by the arrival of the king, and the prostitutes were the first to feel the change, and the nobles were much taller than the commoners in this era, which meant that certain parts of the body were also proportionally much larger, and their purses were bulging. As for the clergy, some of them were of more humble origins, but they made up for their physical deficiencies with more bulging purses and higher skills. So overnight, the price of cold cream, rouge and rosemary rose threefold!

Roger de Mortimer and his cousin William soon found a tavern, and the two Normans in York were no longer as striking as they had been twenty years ago, after all, there were many such knights in East Redding, but the two apparently did not want to be disturbed by anyone, so they chose a remote seat and ordered a pint of wine each.

"Your father still won't return to the principality?"

"He won't even see me." William shook his head, as if he was a little lost, "He is now so obsessed with the Cluny monks that he doesn't even remember his wife and son." ”

"Guspartic's son went to the East, and in this situation, he may not be able to come back alive......"

"Gus Patrick deprived me of a father, and I prayed to God every day that his son would come back unscathed."

"I'm old, and this hatred has nothing to do with me, but you are my duty - remember, if you intend to take revenge, don't be like your father."

"My father once knocked the king of the Franks off horseback and accompanied the Duke into battle in Hastings! He's a great knight......"

"Look at what happens to him." Mortimer Sr. unceremoniously interrupted William de Warren Jr., "If you don't want to end up in the same situation, be smart, learn to take the situation and, most importantly, don't follow the doomed side." ”

"You think I'm one of those Montgomeries or Belems, licking the king's boots in exchange for a reward?"

"No, you are not them, and the king will not help you against your enemies."

"Do you expect Lufus? The Majesty's pet? ”

"Go to Saxony, Evreux needs manpower, and most importantly, there is a future for the kingdom." Roger replied leisurely.

The absence of Volsiov was equally visible to the northerners and Normans, and although the young people were still dazzled by the king's brawl of force, the older generation like Roger would not fail to see through the reality behind this, there was already a rift between the West Saxon monarchy and the Northumbrian force, twenty years ago, the union of the two reversed the collapse of the post-Hastings, and now, the king is trying to use Saxon interests to lure foreign nobles to serve him, The sword of the Normans and Flemishers became the king's tool to deter the north.

The Wyvern flag was still flying in the wind over York Castle, and it was no longer the million-minded comrades of twenty years ago who stood under the flag, and Edgar himself knew this, and it was no longer the Norman threat that helped him unite the kingdom, and after the destruction of Carthage, the Romans were caught in the infighting that eventually destroyed the Republic, and England after the submission of Normandy was even more divided than the Romans.

But the winds are changing, Urban II has been elected, the Roman Empire in Constantinople is getting closer and closer to the vortex of death, the unifying strength he needs will soon surface, and England must be prepared.

Until now, Europe in the eyes of the cardinals is still nothing more than a circle around the Mediterranean, Britain is still a frontier savage for them, and the North Sea states are only distant relatives of the continental peoples, which is also what Dagobert reminded Edgar: The cardinals have no interest in the war in northern Saxony!

If he began to use Saxony to pry the scales between the princes, or even try to claim the throne, the cardinals would naturally change their views, but that would also mean more danger: neither Italy nor Germany would allow an English king to wield more power within the empire, and the threat of Henry IV was still manageable in the eyes of the Italians, and this was only a continuation of the ancient struggle, which the Latins had seen a lot since Charlemagne. From Spoleto and Carolingian rivalry to Berenga's invasion of Otto the Great, the Cardinals have long been accustomed to the ambitions of the Franks and Lombards, as evidenced by the Pope's "fideles" Matilda's wife, who recently followed Edgar's example in establishing the University of Bologna. But a British monarch with the support of the whole of the North Sea would be a nightmare for the princes and the papacy to become the Caesar of the Empire, and Edgar was not his pious ancestor Alfred, who had long lived in Rome, and for the cardinals he was likely to be a strengthened version of Robert Giska.

Philip was also far more clever than his descendant who burned Grand Master Jacques de Molay, and he dressed himself up as the guardian of Christendom in time, instigating waves of Frankish knight lords who might threaten the throne to enter Spain to fight the Moorish king Yusuf. Capet paid for the war with only an edict and a promise, but the security of the entire territory, and any Christian monarch who launched an attack on France at this time had to take into account the wrath of the Pope.

In general, France was not a good target for expansion, and Edgar had had enough of the pride and arrogance of the nation in the Crimea in his previous life, and had seen the bloody frenzy of the nation in the face of millions of Prussian bayonets, and had no interest in starting a Hundred Years' War. In fact, he even had the intention of abandoning Normandy when the situation was unfavorable in the future, so he actively called on the Norman nobles who supported the royal family to colonize eastern Saxony, and as for the unruly families who remained in the principality, sooner or later they would become a problem for Capet.

"Henry wrote to us that there was some trouble at the Scottish court." Edgar stood at the window and said to Hughard behind him.

"Did the princess never tell your majesty?"

"My sister doesn't obey me, and Henry is my vassal."

"Then Your Majesty thinks you can trust the bloodline of the Duke of Normandy?"

"Don't worry, my friend, I didn't put him in the castle of Pevincie, who could he rely on as a Norman in the north of Benicia?"

"In that case, what does Your Majesty want to ask?"

"Malcolm is getting older and older over the years, if Henry is telling the truth, the court is already privately talking about the king's heir, in case Malcolm dies, who should we support to inherit the throne of Alba?"

"Does Your Majesty want the Earl of Oxford to ......" Hughed's energy was a little lacking, and he had just come back to his senses at this time.

Edgar didn't say a word, and seemed to acquiesce to the other party's guess.

"It's too risky." Hugh Barn immediately shook his head, "King Edward agreed to intervene and support Malcolm because Macbeth was taking in our exiles and could join Godwin at any time. But now, whoever is crowned on the Destiny Stone is unlikely to oppose His Majesty, so why should we waste our forces north of Tyne? ”

"What about the Donald?"

"An ambitious fellow, but Alba is too weak, we can defeat them with only Northumbria's forces, he won't have the courage to challenge us. If Your Majesty is worried about your nephews, you may wish to write him a letter then, and he will surely understand that if any accident happens to the princes, they may become the means of sending troops from England at any time, and as for the king's eldest son, there will probably be a constant struggle with Donald. ”

Edgar nodded in agreement, but it wasn't just his sister and nephew who were worried.

Glancing at the ailing Yorkshire Governor, Edgar thought twice and didn't tell him his secret.

If Molai is still alive, the child should be fine, and as for the child's mother, the sister will continue to shelter her.