In the past few days back in Rouen, William was simply busy, and every day there were endless official documents, either to send a certain aristocratic official to take up the post of administrator of a newly conquered region, or to send a noble rebellion here or there, or a certain area to inspect and pacify William, so as to deter the nobles who were about to move in the newly conquered region.

After a perfect and hearty breakfast, Osborne's butler and Count Adolf would hold a large pile of paper documents for William to deal with, and William really hated why he had founded several large paper mills to replace expensive parchment and papyrus imported from Egypt with cheap paper.

If there was no cheap paper, with Osborne's butler's personality, would he have come with a large pile of parchment, he had already memorized everything in his heart, and then he and William discussed it slowly.

If he wrote all the official documents on parchment like he did now, he would not have to feel sorry for him, knowing that a piece of parchment would use up a lamb, which is not something ordinary people can afford.

"Count Adolf, Count Richard, Steward Osborne, have all the knights who were recruited before been dismissed?" William asked, looking at the three Adolf.

"Yes, His Royal Highness William, the five knights, including the Knights of Evreux and the Knights of Rouen, have all been dismissed back to their respective counties, and I have also specially instructed the knights in various places to arrange the knights on duty and not relax their training." Count Richard, who was in charge of the affairs of the Order, replied.

"Well done, Count Richard, but the disbandment of the Knights of Mortan and Enman on the battlefield of the Duchy of Brittany on the Western Front will not make Count Rodrigo's troops so insufficient that it will affect the progress of quelling the rebellion?" William complimented, then asked.

"You don't have to worry at all, those rebels are just a rabble, their strength has been greatly weakened in the previous war, I believe that with the powerful Second Legion in the hands of Count Rodrigo, it will be enough to deal with those two lonely rebel counts." Count Richard said confidently.

"That makes me feel a lot more relieved." William breathed a sigh of relief, looked around at everyone, and said, "Next, I decided to reform the system of the Knights to make the Knights more pure and more combative. ”

"What are you going to do?" Count Richard wondered.

The other two looked at William with a curious look or two, expectantly.

"I intend that the knights of each county be organized into a separate battalion of heavy cavalry and a battalion of light cavalry, of which the knight himself shall be selected for the battalion of heavy cavalry, and the battalion of light cavalry shall be served by his attendants, which may be increased or decreased according to the circumstances, but they shall not be allowed to be mixed with their respective levies, infantry, and archers in the future.

They will be the full-time cavalry of our army, and the advantage of cavalry should not be lost because of the concern for the infantry, that is, mobility. William looked at the crowd, especially the Earl of Richard.

"How can this work? Can't a noble knight even a lowly serf be recruited? Count Richard cried, and retorted.

As the leader of the Knights' forces everywhere, Count Richard could not accept the reduction of the Voice's power, and by reducing the Order's infantry and making it a pure cavalry unit, he was reducing the power in his hands.

"Not really, except that in the future the levies and soldiers that the knights are required to provide will be uniformly organized and set up as militia units, and when they need to fight independently as an army, they will lead the militia units to fight the enemy, but when the enemy is extremely strong and not the average elite can shake it, then they will need to be a pure cavalry unit to fight with William's standing army." William said in detail.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness William, I still can't accept it, and I don't think the other knights can allow their armies to get out of their hands." The Earl of Richsummer said from afar.

This made it difficult for William, and the hard-line attitude of the Earl of Richard made William very unable to step down.

"Count Richard, please don't embarrass His Highness William. How about putting the reform of the Order in these newly conquered territories first, while leaving the original Order as it is.

In this way, we can both observe whether this policy is beneficial during this period, and also allow the knights to benefit from this period of time. Count Adolf couldn't stand it, and immediately spoke out to dissuade him.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness William, I was overly emotional, and I apologize for my recklessness." The Earl of Richard compromised, and in the face of the tough William, he eventually succumbed to William's feet.

"It's all right, Count Richmond, I think you have your own difficulties, so do as Baron Adolf chooses." William smiled and nodded in response, such a result was also expected by William, he did not want to reform the military in one step, no one knew whether the reform plan he proposed would be beneficial to Normandy, so he decided to accept the advice of the Count of Adolf, and use the newly conquered areas as guinea pigs and test fields.

After finishing the serious conversation, William and the others also relaxed, and sat in their respective seats to talk about the strange things that had happened in the past few days.

In the last two days, there has been an anecdote about a small village in Dijon, Duchy of Burgundy, of a rural French girl who claimed to have met the angels St. Michael, St. Margaret and St. Catalene under a big tree behind the village on her sixteenth birthday, and thus received a "revelation from God" asking her to be the true Chosen King of the world, the King of Destiny, to assist him in ruling France and pacifying this troubled world. Butler Osborne chuckled and said something he found interesting.

"How is this a little similar to the story of Joan of Arc, strange, so strange, could it be that there was also an unknown saint in the eleventh century?" William thought puzzled, looked at Osborne and said:

"Can you tell me about her? I'm interested in her, what happened to her? ”

"Oh! The sixteen-year-old girl's name was Jenny. Morality. Dack was born in a rural village called Donrémi on the border between Dijon, Duchy of Burgundy, France, and Troyes, Duchy of Champagne. Morality. Dark, mother is Isabella. Morality. Duck. Her parents owned about 50 acres of land and ran a farm, while her father held a less important official position in the village, collecting taxes and leading the caretaker of the village.

Just a few days earlier, she had followed the knights of the Duke of Burgundy to the court of Dijon to meet the Duke of Robert, and for unknown reasons she left disappointed, and was escorted by the knights who admired her to Paris to meet King Henry I of France. Osborne replied truthfully that he had his own intelligence system inherited from the Normandy family, so it was not difficult to come up with such a secret.

"Quick, steward Osborne, send someone to bring this girl named Jenny before she meets the King, and I will grant you permission to use all means." William hurriedly instructed Osborne's butler.

This one is named Jenny. Morality. The experience of Dark's maiden and the later Joan of Arc is too similar, and William suspects that Jeanne may be Joan of Arc herself, so he has the mentality that he would rather believe it than believe it, and he cannot let Henry I get Jeanne, the suspected Joan of Arc.

"Yes, Master William, I'll do it." Although Steward Osborne didn't know why William was so nervous about such a chattering sixteen-year-old peasant girl, he would not hesitate to carry out William's orders, even if he couldn't understand them at all.

Looking at the back of Osborne's butler leaving in a hurry, William relaxed, sat down in his chair, and sincerely hoped that this Jenny girl was not Joan of Arc, but hoped that she was, and wanted her to serve herself, what a contradiction.