"Aside from those high-sounding sense of mission, I still appreciate you as a person, so if I am given no restraint again, it will definitely still put a lot of money on you."

"This is a turbulent era, and it will be an era of heroes, you must know that even heroes, sometimes they will be bound by small vines in the woods, and I am precisely the woodcutter who carries a firewood knife to deliver charcoal in the snow."

"In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father who is in heaven, Amen."

The old man bowed his head in prayer reverently, and his trembling appearance gave people the illusion of harmlessness, but it seemed to me that he was like a toad with venom all over his body, and he could drag you into the abyss from which he could never recover.

"I still can't trust you, Leonardo Gessorius of Bologna, there is an old oriental proverb: Nothing is done to be courteous, and it is either a traitor or a thief."

I playfully twisted the stubble growing on my chin, and while testing the other party's bottom line, I was also bargaining: "Why should I believe that you came all the way here just to make a bet, and not those enemies who are overt or covert, another trick to draw wages from the bottom of the kettle?" ”

The old man was like a blooming flower, stretching the wrinkles on his face and smiling, as if he had heard something that made him feel funny, he coughed breathlessly, but there was no mocking look in his eyes:

"You are indeed the reincarnation of Duke Cresenti, honest on the surface and dark on the inside, maverick but understanding the need to judge the situation, you can take the conversation just now as a disguised temptation, and now I dedicate myself to you, my master, the eternal Aeneas."

As he spoke, the old man took out a recognition token from his arms, which was quite smooth, and the nonsensical hi word on it still appeared abruptly in the incompatible time and space.

Now it's my turn to be surprised: "Are you Enides?" Followers of the Prophet? ”

"That's right, my ancestors were one of the first eight men to follow Aeneas and escape from Troy, the physician Iapisi."

The old man showed a clearly veined arm with a Greek letter "i" tattooed on it.

"This means that we have always followed the dreams of our ancestors, and for two thousand years, we finally survived until the dawn appeared." He let out a sigh of relief, stood up on crutches and saluted me.

"The old duke once said that when I needed help the most, there would be people with good luck, and the loyalty of the Enides was unquestionable."

When I found out where the old man had come from, I sat up excitedly, but at the thought of Miss Crescenti, who was still asleep, lost my spirits again.

"It's a pity that I didn't take care of his only relative, and Miss Duchess is afraid that she will be disabled for life......"

"Give her to me, and I will find the best doctors to treat her, and the network of Enides can be found all over Europe under the glory of God."

The old man approached me step by step, like an unknown fate, slowly but irresistibly enveloping.

"Enides have carried the mission of their ancestors from generation to generation, relying on a single line of contact with each other, and all the profits from their business are used to expand new organizations, so there is no treasure to be passed on."

"Now I only have a floating fortune in my hand, which is the proceeds of trading with the Saracens of Sicily through the strait at the risk of being sunk by the Eastern Roman navy, about a hundred Eastern Roman gold coins, which should be enough to pay the expenses of the county for the time being, and I will find a way to raise the funds from all over the place."

Hearing this number, my eyes widened in surprise, you must know that gold coins are basically not in circulation in daily life, they belong to the legendary hard currency, noble as the lord may not have seen a few in his life, even silver coins are rarely used, most of the transactions are primitive barter, a hundred gold coins are enough to trigger a war between two countries, I can't imagine that Gessolius only called it floating wealth on the books, which shows his wealth.

I smiled silly, excited to find another fat owner.

"With these gold coins, no one will raise any objections even if they are kings!"

"I stared at each other tacitly, and both smiled lewdly......"

With money in my pocket, my waist is naturally straight, and I have enough confidence to speak and do things, and some things that I didn't dare to think about before have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, swishing in my mind, scrambling to emerge in endlessly.

Although Leonardo did not have any superficial contempt for my rare and strange behavior of the buns, he also reminded me in private that these 100 gold coins were equivalent to one-thousandth of the annual financial revenue of an ordinary province in Byzantium.

After the leader of the forest knights, Jensen, was captured by the enemy, and suffered all kinds of inhuman abuse, but Rao was unable to carry it through even because of his strong physique, and I handed it over to Leonardo to be healed by me, along with Miss Crescenti.

The Duchess had left one night, wearing a veil and boarding the carriage that had been prepared, and I hid behind the window of the tower and did not even dare to show my face, but could only watch her secretly in the bright moonlight.

"You must hate me!"

I sighed, the moonlight was as cool as water and as quiet as a lake, and the affection was shrouded in sad parting.

In this era when whoever has the most fist has the right to speak, the neighbors who are happy to see me eat will never let go of such an opportunity to pick up cheap in vain, and they have fallen into the well to open the city gates one after another, and shelter the peasants who fled from all over Nijmegen, although this is not allowed at the legal level of the feudal era, but think that I have done it before, and now the vitality has not yet recovered, and the dignitaries who come to the door with the gong opposite the drum may accidentally be wiped out, so I can only swallow this breath for the time being.

With Leonardo's introduction and sufficient financial support, I recruited nearly 200 mercenaries, and then carried out a hunting activity around the territory for several days with the great momentum of a thousand horses.

Those burly soldiers who wore red and green and wanted to make themselves into color boxes deeply ruined the three views of spies everywhere in the open and in the dark, and they were so frightened that they reported the situation to their masters, and I re-promulgated a more favorable resettlement plan, and the original disappeared lords and the old and the young, and the ownerless serfs who came from all over the country gradually enriched the withered villages in the territory.

So in just a few days, the small village under the city of Herusbeck resumed its traffic, and the chickens and dogs smelled each other's vitality, as if they were playing an alternative flash mob.

The renovation of Herrusbeck Castle was started at the same time as the construction of the Castle of the Counts of Nijmegen, and at my suggestion, Leonardo instructed his men to transfer a batch of grain, and Wangcai also bought some of the merchants' inventory at a high price, barely enough to make up the investment in the early stage of the project.

With this grain, a large number of idle laborers were recruited in advance, and the construction began in full swing using the leisure time of re-ploughing and sowing the land, on the one hand, to meet the construction deadline, so that the castle could be inhabited before the arrival of winter, and on the other hand, in this way, to provide some food for the peasants whose homes had been destroyed and had no food and clothing, at least until the oats were harvested, so that no one would starve to death or flee the famine again because of famine.

After arranging everything in the territory, I finally decided to go to Berlin, taking advantage of the Duke of Swabia to visit the Archbishop of Berlin, and to pretend to be poor and poor with the oldest duke in the Empire.

Leonardo, the old thing, was well-informed, and he wanted to pour everything he knew to me, and every night at dinner time, he would take the trouble to whisper in my ears like flies, chattering about all kinds of intricate aristocratic relations, so that the bull and Kohler, who often came to eat, immediately fled when they heard the peculiar staggering footsteps in the corridor, and slipped as far as they went, leaving me alone to endure the humming and humming of medieval Tang monks.

"The Duke of Lower Lorraine and the Count of Flanders are related by marriage, and the two families often intermarry each other, and although they now belong to different countries, they continue to interact in private, and they are very uncomfortable with the Count of Brabant, and the Count of Limburg, including the Count of Ardennes."

"And the Earl of Amersauffer, who took the lead this time, although nominally belongs to the line of the Bishop of Utrecht, his ancestors are from the family of the Count of Flanders, and both sides will have some affection for each other."

This is his tireless popularization of the aristocratic lineage, to put it bluntly, whoever is a group of people can't be provoked, and whoever is a lonely person can be cleaned up.

"With Miss's current physical condition, it is estimated that she will not be able to have children for the rest of her life, you are still young, my lord, you must have at least one heir to more stabilize your rule and unite those warriors who firmly follow, so the marriage must be put on the agenda immediately, and it is urgent."

This is the umpteenth time he has alarmistly warned me about the importance of early marriage and early childbearing, and he has the potential to be a matchmaker and take the initiative to ask Ying to match me.

"I said I was still young, and I had a marriage contract with Miss Crescenty, and I made it in front of the late old duke, and I owe them so much that I can't let the old duke go back on his word before the bones are cold, it's not a gentleman's way!"

Miss Crescenti is an eternal pain in my heart, and though self-deception is buried in an unknown corner of my heart, the slightest stinging breeze will make it difficult for me to restrain my hysterical outbursts, and the old fellow will definitely touch my scales, so angry that I throw the wooden spoon in my hand on the ground and break.

(End of chapter)