On the way back, I wrapped my cloak again and again, but I still felt a biting chill, as if every pore was stuffed with ice and snow, starting to erode and freeze from the nerve endings.

The shadows of the castle faltered in the distance, most of the knights who had feasted last night had not yet woken up, and the snoring in the room, coupled with the reverberation and refraction of the radios on the stone walls, made it impossible to sleep.

The tents of the prostitutes outside the city were open until the wee hours of the morning, and the rhythmic sound of the merry flesh clash and other noises added a little ambiguity to the unquiet night, and the boss who was guarding outside the tent to collect the money grinned to the back of his head, and the cows he raised were really fighting for himself, and almost emptied the pockets of the knights overnight, and squeezed out the last bit of hard-earned money.

What scared me was not that the knights might make an uproar because they had spent all their hard-earned booty, they weren't going to go so far, what really made me feel cold in my neck was the image of Leonardo's undercover agent who was planted next to Count Speyer and suddenly burst out and stabbed the dagger into the opponent's vital parts, like a slow motion replay, repeating the thrilling scene frame by frame......

Henry's painful and distorted face, the murderer's calmness and determination, the screams of the attendants, the panic and surprise of the crowd, they kept flashing through my mind, and the more violently they shook the haggard nerves, and finally what was still was Henry's bloody corpse and unwilling disappointed eyes.

I was really scared, staring at my eyes all night and couldn't calm down, looking at everyone around me as if they had an ulterior secret, trembling and finally holding on to the edge of the sky.

Rubbing the corners of my red and swollen eyes, I quietly got up to deal with the aftermath, but when Rollo helped me dress, I quietly measured the distance and angle of the knife, nervous to the point of nervousness.

It's not the first time I've had this very strange feeling, and everything has been different since Leonardo and his Enides organization broke into my life.

This monstrous organization, which is so large that I still haven't seen its full picture, controls every corner in an intertwined way, the emperor's harem, the center of the Vatican, the cronies of the great nobles, the grinning hawkers, and even the peasants who tidy up the land with pitchforks on the side of the road, all of which may be Enides who has been hidden for many years with a mission.

They are like Leonardo, who will always collapse in front of him and his face will not change when he encounters an accident, he is calm, forbearing, pampered and not shocked, calmly chooses the best time to carry out the order, and hits with one blow, without dragging the mud and water.

How many Leonardo buried undercover agents are there around me? Who will stick a sharp dagger into my chest when necessary? The current Nijmegen is more like an alien controlled by a powerful parasite, and the beautiful Duke of Nijmegen is just a puppet and a doll controlled by others, once the characters behind it no longer need endorsements, the fate of the puppet can be imagined.

Of course, I can't sit still and enjoy a life at the mercy of others, but unfortunately the internal affairs of the Enides organization are too complicated, and Mortiyunas, who assists Leonardo in managing the accounts, cannot reach the core at all, and the flow of money that passes through him is a miscellaneous small amount of money, and the astronomical expenses of Nijmegen over the years are only a drop in the bucket compared to the funds for supplying the giant intelligence network.

It's in the hands of the mysterious Tsukasa Tsutosa, it's an institution as inscrutable as its name, no one knows the composition of the members and the way they act, Leonardo is even more secretive about it, as for Kohler's intelligence department, it's also a child's joke, and many of its members are Leonardo's double spies, out of respect for my orders, the old guy did relax the restrictions to let Kohler's people participate in the collection of intelligence, share information sources, and make me mistakenly think that I was finally free from his perverted control, Unfortunately, it backfired, and Kohler's intelligence was still scratching the surface.

Enides is like a mountain that can't be climbed, always faster, more precise, and more detailed.

The above facts make me feel that he is still an experiment that has not been 100% trusted by Leonardo, he learned from the old-timers of Enides, carefully placed the eggs evenly in different baskets, keenly watched the direction of the wind, and immediately stopped if there was a slight mistake, when Aeneas established the organ to protect his successor, after thousands of years of exhibition, he evolved an independent mind and body, as if he had an intelligent artificial intelligence in a science fiction film, and the fire of freedom burned deep in his heart, and he began to desire to get rid of fate.

"Terrible and ridiculous fate......"

At the gates of the city, an attendant respectfully ran up to help me hold the reins, and the look of a bowed brow was easy to give me a sense of accomplishment, and I remembered the words of a certain sage, and it was fitting to describe my own tragic fate.

"Artificial intelligence is powerful, but when faced with the intelligence of the humans who created it, it will also taste failure."

Thinking of this, I suddenly gave a lot of hope to the foreshadowing that was quietly planted, and the more I realized that time was pressing, if I didn't work hard to reach that peak, I might only fall into the bottomless abyss.

In order to avoid the wrath of the Count of Alsace, and to ensure the safety of the flanks of the route of the march, I instructed that the body of Henry, Count of Speyère, be properly disposed of, and after a tedious procedure and a more lengthy religious ceremony, the carriage carrying the Count's mother in a coffin was carried to the monastery on the outskirts of Speier, and then transferred to the Bishop William of Strasbourg, where he was buried in the House of Sarian, for which I had done my best as an adversary.

Of course, in addition to the blameless performance on the face, Nijmegen also had to complete the work of his opponents, searching the knights in the count's study, and accidentally found Henry's personal correspondence with the Count of Luxembourg and the Duke of Franconia, the content of which was even more blatant and reactionary, which was sent to His Majesty's desk as evidence by the fast horse, so as to clear Nijmegen of the charge of attacking the neutral party without authorization.

After the capture of the castle, I forcibly restrained the over-excited knights to remain calm, and prevented and punished several incidents of looting of treasures and mistreatment of prisoners, and the army of Nijmegen uncharacteristically and honestly stationed outside the city, neither killing enemy knights nor robbers robbing the Counts of Speyer's house.

On the contrary, we released the knights who could not afford to pay the ransom fees, gave bereavement to some peasant families in misery, cleaned up the battlefield and buried the corpses, arranged for the chaplains to celebrate the requiem of the dead, and fought against the restless who took advantage of the fire to loot......

During the three-day recuperation period, all the good deeds were done, and it was like the ugly image of the previous arson and looting, coupled with the guidance of private intelligence officers, the basin was consciously detained on the heads of Hanover and Hessian knights, and Randy, Duke of Nijmegen, was transformed from an ignorant murderous demon who was crazy among the people to a gentleman who was polite and loved the people, and the popularity was instantly gathered.

Although he didn't eat pot pulp, how could he still greet the king with a smile, so that when the reservists were recruited, the man who came to sign up squeezed his head, and the straw fork flail was armed from a distance, and there was a faint sense of majesty.

Leave the necessary garrison to control the Speijel traffic point.

July 29......

Three days before the harvest festival, the army of Nijmegen was ready to harvest the wheat that was about to be harvested in the fields outside the city, which had either been trampled and eaten by the horses during the war, or burned to the ground.

To be honest, even if there is, you have to feed your family first, so those men who can join the army are regarded as the lucky ones favored by God.

They were able to earn some beans and cured jerky by working for Nijmegen to help their families survive the poor season, while the orphans and widows who were left without a man in their families had to ask for alms from well-wishers and God's blessing.

At the same time as the army was departing, several caravans and spies scattered all over the country had already spread the news of Speyer's victory and the continuation of Nijmegen's march to every corner of Swabia, and the Swabian nobles who had rebelled against the king learned of the news, and there was a great disagreement among themselves, and the side represented by Bushard, Count of Laetia, had doubts about the significance and hope of the continuation of the rebellion.

Yes, the death of the leader of the powerful traitors, the Duke of Franconia has become a turtle in the urn, and it is a matter of time before he is captured.

The power of the Vatican was entangled with several Italian city-states, and it did not take a step out of the Apennines for half a day.

The initiator of this civil war, Count Siegfried of Luxembourg, and his wrecked army, flickered the most happy, but they failed to capture Koblenz despite their desperate efforts.

In this way, it seems that there will be no good fruit to eat if he continues to fight Nijmegen, and if he does not make it possible, he will follow in the footsteps of the Count of Speyer and the Duke of Carinthia, and get the ticket to heaven in advance.

However, the backbone of the rebels, the bishops of Augsburg and Constance, resolutely opposed to a compromise with the devil who was bewitched by Satan, the dangerous enemy of God, the dogleg of the unrecognized puppet emperor Henry, Duke Nijmegen, as a great nobleman with secular power, they represented the attitude of the Vatican and the voice of the pope, and any attempt to shake hands with the enemy without clear instructions from the Holy See was a betrayal of the faith, and more blatantly, a violation of the will of the master. It was directly related to whether the scepter would slip out of his hands, so the two bishops righteously rejected the advice of the Count of Laetia, and became suspicious of his intentions.

The Bible says,

Trust is the key to opening each other's hearts, and losing mutual trust not only means the closure of the heart, but also the outbreak of war.

As a precaution, the Count of Bouchard ordered his loyal troops to leave the coalition camp and camp alone, and excused himself from the battle meeting, which made the other side, who felt betrayed, take it as a signal for war, and the rebels began to fight among themselves.

At first, the Bishop of Augsburg and the Bishop of Constance agreed to attack the camp of Count Bouchard at night, but the treacherous Count Auxerre understood that the direction of Nijmegen's march was Rome, and his fiefdom was on the way, and if he was not clever, he might end up with a country ruined like Henry, Count of Speyer, and he had to plan for it.

As a result, the planned sneak attack became a counter-sneak attack, the predator became the prey, and the self-proclaimed well-prepared and foolproof Bishop's army pounced, but on the way to retreat, it was attacked by the Laetia army, who was waiting for work, and the Bishop of Augsburg was frightened and died, and the Bishop of Constance led the remnants to escape from death, but was attacked by a group of homeless thugs on the way, and his whereabouts are still unknown......

(End of chapter)

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