The Pope's envoy was the new Archbishop of Berlin, Alessandro's confidant Father Michelangelo, and after Sylvester II entered the Vatican, he immediately appointed Father Alessandro, an Italian priest who had followed him for many years, as Archbishop of Aachen.

For many years, the Archbishop of Berlin was appointed by an Italian appointed by the Pope, with language barriers, different customs, and intricate local relations, and the archbishop was just a puppet in the church for worship, indicating that the Vatican had no intention of interfering in imperial politics, as evidenced by the seclusion of Archbishop Alessandro, whose only act of showing himself was to go to the square every month to give alms to the poor, in order to declare God's mercy to all beings.

But no one knows the true face of the archbishop under a polite mask, he is the illegitimate son of an Italian nobleman, with a natural sensitivity to numbers, when the Count of Perel of France visited Rome, he was entrusted by his family to Pope Ni, who was still called Father Gebel at the time, to study under him for many years and depend on him to survive the Cologne riots, and the difficult life of being trapped in Reims for thirteen years.

With the eventual succession of Father Gerber to the Pope, Archbishop Alexandro rose to prominence as the highest religious representative of the Holy See in the Empire.

He is not only the Pope's confidant, but also the liaison officer between His Majesty and Nijmegen, responsible for the transmission of information and the annuity I paid to the Holy See, and when necessary, using his special status to help Nijmegen save the day, and can make predictions according to the urgency of the situation, it is no exaggeration to say that he is my secret weapon.

Father Michelangelo, with a shoehorn face and a pointed chin like a dummy, and a gesture that was just right, brought me what I needed most!

An edict stamped with the papal seal to hunt heretics undoubtedly gave legal evidence for Nijmegen's military operations, cleared the doubts in the hearts of the soldiers, and silenced the nobles who watched the spread of gossip.

The news of King Sven's defeat and death quickly caused a chain reaction, and in the following time, all kinds of information continued to gather on my desk......

The Swedes were surprised by the defeat of their long-cherished enemy, and immediately relieved themselves, and united with Prince Anonde, who had returned from Rice Island, and King Olaf of Norway, through several difficult battles, finally eliminated the Danish army, and the power vacuum of Rice Island was quickly occupied by Ebry the Swordfish, and he found a new capital for his pirate kingdom, and basically controlled the Kattegat Strait.

The two Danish nobles of Aalborg and Aarhus proclaimed themselves kings, but soon surrendered to the army of Nijmegen, and the whole of Jutland came under the Duke's rule of the Duke of Nijmegen, joining my fiefdom in Villatzen.

The trading post of Juems was abandoned, weakened into a transit port for trade in the North Sea and the Baltic Sea, the commercial position of Neustadt became more consolidated and prominent, the Count of Odense who controlled the island of Funen and the most powerful Count of Kronburg on the island of Zealand were still waiting, but even if they united, it would be difficult to fight against the iron hooves of Nijmegen, and it was only a matter of time before they surrendered, only in England the fate of the Danes was unpredictable, and the settlers who lost their support became frightened birds, and it was rumored that the Saxon king Æthelred II, The two northern countries, who were ready to slaughter these wretched people, refused to continue to pay the disgraceful Danish gold, and claimed to be the heirs of the Vikings, were of course annoyed and angry by the threat of victory, and the haze of war reigned over Britain.

When I looked at the eldest son of Count Odense, who bowed respectfully to me, and the youngest son of Count Kronbord, I couldn't help but laugh and cry.

The two counts did not bother to support their own troops at the beginning, since they had the intention of separating one side, they should do something horizontally and vertically, but the cowhide blew very loudly, and the balloon burst quickly, and when the army of Nijmegen came on the waves, their vassals were still drunk and dreaming in the country castle, so naturally they could not talk about any resistance, so they had to obediently hold the white flag and wag their tails to beg for mercy, and beat their sons to Nijmegen as hostages to show their loyalty.

"It must have been very hard for the two of you to come from afar, and I can feel the enthusiasm of the Earls from you, please wait a moment, and the welcome banquet will begin immediately."

I have tried to be as approachable as possible with my courtesy and courtesy, and I have always been gentle with the newly annexed nobles, and as for the effect, just look at the lords of Friesland, who have basically accepted the rule of Nijmegen and completed the smooth transition of power.

"I really like the Danish climate, the gentle grass seems to stretch all the way to the sky, and it is suitable for a leisurely horseback riding stroll."

The eldest son of Count Odense immediately answered with a clever answer: "If you like it, my lord, I have a few good horses there, tall and strong, all of them purebreds, and I will have them sent to the house another day." ”

He is a little older, and his kung fu of observing words and emotions has long been perfected, and he is very well measured.

Earl Odense was a key vassal of the King of Denmark, ruling over all the lords of Funen alone, and was a powerful figure in a kingdom based on tribal alliances, and is said to have been born as a Viking warrior who once followed some of the most famous pirate kings in history.

However, as one of the first to be canonized for his military exploits, his family built a castle on the Odense Terrace, and later after several generations of unremitting efforts and expansion, he finally controlled the entire island, and also consolidated the relationship with the lords of Norway and Sweden through marriage, and in fact was independent of the Kingdom of Denmark, a county with full autonomy, only paying annuities, and not fulfilling the feudal obligation to provide troops.

"Hehe, a gentleman doesn't take people's favor, I have your heart."

Quietly give him a thumbs up in my heart, I shirk it politely, Lord Duke, it is always necessary to sing a high-profile gesture in public, and it is disrespectful for subordinates to insist on honoring themselves, some truths should not be broken, it all depends on the comprehension ability of the eldest son of Count Odense, the superior is the heart eye, and people play with people and play with death.

The youngest son of the Count of Kronburg, sitting on the side, licked his lips nervously, picked up the cup and pretended to drink to cover up, he was younger, and had not yet fully comprehended the rules of the aristocracy, and he failed to control his emotions after feeling that he had lost for a while, and I happened to catch the imperceptible loss on his face, and suddenly became interested.

The Count of Krondborg is similar to the Count of Odense, but his family, as a close relative of King Sven, clearly has a more prominent and important position, and the fiefdom of Kronburg is located on the protruding promontory of Helsinger, like a claw clutching the narrowest Øresund Strait between Sweden and Sweden.

For a hundred years, loyal dogs have been conscientious, guarding the northern gate for the Sven family, they also sent troops in the Battle of Porump, most of them served as Sven's guards and died bravely, in order to show gratitude to the Count of Kronburg, the bodies of these brave men were carefully washed and buried, and transported back to their hometown for burial.

"I heard that Sven is your uncle. Is that right? ”

I motioned for Rollo to fill the youngest son of the Count of Kronburg, and as the latter thanked him, he suddenly asked lightly: "Your father, the Count, is his distant cousin, and you are also his nephew." ”

The sensitive young man immediately sniffed out the danger signal, and he understood my questioning as some kind of reckoning, and busily cleared up his family's relationship with this uncle, who had been characterized as a blasphemous heretic:

"Please believe in our heartfelt service, my father used to say that everyone should always praise the great Lord, thank him for his protection and gifts, our family is first a devout believer, then a secular lord, since Sven is on the opposite side of God, then he is the object that must be destroyed, the so-called family affection is far less than our love and gratitude to God."

He said excitedly, clutching the silver cross on his chest, as if he could not show his sincerity without that.

"I'm just a little interested in your family history, you don't have to be so nervous."

I smiled and comforted him, and said: "The piety of the Count of Krondborg, which even the Archbishop Alessandro and the Bishop of Hanover praised, who would dare to doubt your father's loyalty?" ”

With a playful smile on the corner of my mouth, I smiled and stared at the sweaty prey, and the clumsiness of his desire to cover it up made me feel very funny, maybe I had traveled too long, and I began to slowly enjoy the perverted pleasure brought by playing with the weak, but I forgot that I was also such a weak person who everyone mocked.

The feast dragged on and was boring, like all aristocratic gatherings, and the scarcity of entertainment allowed wrestling, bragging, and pleasure to be the focus of the participants' pursuits, and each banquet eventually turned into endless wrestling matches, indiscriminate satellites, and frenzied sowing of the energetic.

I yawned and cleaned up the food on my plate, lost interest in the disgraced roast lamb in the center of the table, apologized to the two guests, and walked away, for the Duke had more important things to do than to be of low taste.

When he pushed the door into the room, Leonardo was already sitting quietly by the window and waiting, this old man seemed to have an indescribable attachment to the window, whether it was the sun shining or the bitter cold of winter, he would sit on the chair next to the largest window without moving, I don't know if he was asleep or stunned, the back looked very sad, I often want to be a large piece of glass that is not clearly available, and he must not become a popsicle in winter?

(End of chapter)

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