The banquet on the night of Mass raised morale and immersed the whole city in a festive atmosphere, and the people of the city were undoubtedly relieved to see the reconciliation between the church and the garrison, which represented the local forces, so that they were finally willing to deal with the soldiers of Nijmegen in an open and honest manner, so that Constance, which had been dead for a while, was once again revitalized as a commercial hub.

On the staggered wine table, the nobles almost happily pushed the glasses and changed the lamps, noisily hooked shoulders and backs, borrowed the strength of wine to brag to each other, showing off the prestige and wealth of their families, the maid who passed the dishes was often eaten tofu by the slightly drunk nobles on both sides, and couldn't tell whether it was annoyed or excited to scream, which not only did not stop the pervert's salty pig hands, but it stimulated their nerves to reach the high point more than the turbid wine syrup, and even directly picked up the panicked maid by the waist, rubbing the other party's sensitive neck with a hard beard, caused everyone to laugh obscenely.

"What energetic knights, Lord Duke, with their charge, you will be victorious in this expedition!"

Fr. Uriah sat in the first honourable seat on my right-hand side, and put himself in a prominent position, in fact he had no intention of being polite at all, and no one in the Church could stand out in terms of seniority or popularity until the final appointment of the Vatican and Emperor Henry, not to mention that a letter of appointment was just a formality, and according to the tradition of seniority, it should be his turn to taste the taste of one man under ten thousand.

Bishop Konstanz was different from other dioceses in that he held a large amount of ecclesiastical land that could not be taxed by secular lords, and countless peasants who fled to avoid service.

It is no exaggeration to say that the bishop of Constance does not change the cardinal of the Vatican.

"That's right, but it's a bit too energetic......"

I sucked on the wine in my glass, not wanting to pour half a drop into my stomach, and it was extremely painful to go to the toilet at night when I was hungover, and it was twice as painful to endure the smell of the toilet in the cubicle behind the door.

"Father, I will send some soldiers to be stationed in Constance to assist you in defending this important transport hub from the coveted by ill-intentioned men. In exchange, Nijmegen hopes to fight side by side with the holy knights of the Church in his own army, and let's go to liberate Rome together! ”

"Liberation of Rome? The Holy City has not fallen in the first place, so how can it be liberated? ”

Father Uriah rolled his eyes, raised the wine glass to his lips and pretended to taste it, and quietly mentioned the conditions:

"My lord, I'm not a proper bishop yet, there are some things in the church that can't be decided by yourself, you know, whether to send troops or not has to be voted on by everyone, and the orientation of public opinion is not strong and reversible, which is very difficult to do......"

Is it a hint?

I snorted coldly, took out the dagger and cut the freshly roasted fat sheep, stuffed the golden and crispy fine meat under the slices into my mouth, and replied vaguely while chewing:

"I can say more or less for you, and say a lot less, it all depends on friendship and sincerity."

Uriah's fat face was instantly covered with beads of sweat, like a Coke bottle that had just taken out of the refrigerator, he heard the obvious warning between the lines, and realized that he was a little carried away, and the lion opened his mouth, since Nijmegen could not blink his eyes, let the previous Bishop of Constance report to God, and he would not be afraid to add a few more lives, the powerful warlord may need a local agent for the time being, but he will not tolerate puppets against the guest.

"I understand, I understand, Lord Duke, this matter can be operated in a new way." Uriah moved his fat body and leaned over, lowering his voice to speak.

"As soon as possible! I don't have much time, and I have to go out the day after tomorrow. ”

Throwing a cold roll of the eyes at Uriah, I continued to enjoy the cheerful clown show in the center of the hall, where the fat priest sat back with a gray nose and clinked glasses with those around him with an embarrassed expression.

If there was one person at the scene who was not very happy, it must have been Arthur, who sat far away from me according to the dignity of his status, and on either side were the eldest sons of the unnamed lords, rudely spitting at each other, arguing over who belonged to a sought-after prostitute.

Jerome and Timothy were not able to make it to the table, and had to huddle with the usual knights at a long table near the door, eating some of the leftovers that were served cold.

I looked at Arthur's fierce eyes, which revealed so much information, but the most expressed was anger and resentment, and I pouted helplessly and scoffed at his agitated behavior as he crumpled the dry bread in his palms into fine slag.

This person is narrow-minded and pays attention to practical interests, and does not want to dirty his name.

With this in mind, I once again turned my gaze to Timothy in the corner, a silent backdrop that would be forgotten if you didn't look closely, but such an unobtrusive little character who often plays the role of a script-subversive variable.

"If you hadn't come back this morning, how boring the story would have been." I smiled lightly and took a sip of half a glass of wine that I hadn't finished from beginning to end.

The two muscular men in the open space who didn't know why, kicked the table and kicked the bench had fallen for a long time, and they couldn't help their opponents, and they made a lot of noise, and the aristocrats who were shouting and cheering around were very excited, and they were coaxing one after another.

They are indeed eager to use blood-gushing blood and fights to match their secretion of exuberant male hormones, the cups and plates of the table have become a strong man's excess energy to vent the air bag, the thick solid wood table can no longer withstand the continuous heavy blows of countless iron fists, the last moan of pain, and the collapse with a bang.

"Let's make fun of it, I hope they will work just as the battlefield when it comes to the bloody storm."

I rushed over to ask if I could stop the escalating physical altercation, and he feared that the blood would get out of control, and reminded the Duke that the overexcited nobles should be stopped.

Another attendant waited for me to finish, then walked over and whispered, "My lord, the latest information from Lord Leonardo, who has been waiting in the next room for a long time. ”

"Oh? The latest information? Could it be that His Majesty the Emperor was defeated by the Duke of Franconia who was trapped in the Beast Fight? No matter how hasty he was, Grand Duke Mieszko of Poland would never be so incompetent, that guy was a mighty lion. ”

I muttered a goodbye to Father Uriah, who had not yet come out of the shadows, who gave a perfunctory smile to excuse me, frightened by the naked threat, and pale in thought.

Leonardo will summarize the urgent information from time to time, and send it to the duke's camp through a special line, this special secret line does not contact other intelligence network students throughout the whole process, and the messenger is also fixed, and the special parchment paper has to be sealed with fire paint and put into a locked wooden box to ensure that the secret inside is out of his hand and into my eyes, and no third person knows, once the secret is leaked, it can be revealed immediately.

The sender is wrapped in a thick turban, short but sturdy, especially with two scanner-like eyes, as if you can analyze your thoughts with a single sweep.

His name is Ruhl, and before he took on this job, he was a lighthouse gatekeeper who kept to himself, and his observation in the wind and rain day and night tempered and created a pair of clever pupils, even in the dark night when he couldn't see his fingers, he could clearly identify the road ahead, which was very in line with the requirements of the messenger.

Sometimes I wonder where Leonardo got these unattractive ordinary people, and then turned them into treasures according to everyone's expertise, put them in the right place, and put them together into an efficient machine.

I tore open the lacquer seal on the parchment and drew a beautiful L in red ink on the edges, the hallmark of Leonardo's handwritten letter, and I stared patiently at the handwritten scribbles on it, trying to concentrate on the permutations and combinations between them.

Leonardo knew that I didn't know much literacy, so he deliberately left enough distance between each word to make it easier to read, and tried to use simple and common language to describe what was to be said, but unfortunately, I racked my brains to get a rough idea of what the letter was about!

Unstable on the Western Front!!

The Western Front refers to King Robert of France, who was entrenched in Paris and is believed to be planning an attack on the German Empire, especially Nijmegen.

The rebellion of the Count of Luxembourg was largely instigated by this little fox, and the civil war in the empire was conducive to his regaining control of Lorraine.

For generations, the kingdoms of East and West Francia have had a grudge against Lorraine, and even if the thrones are no longer Carolingian orthodoxy, the thirst for land and wealth is still like a contagion.

The West Francians have never been able to swallow the bad breath of losing Lorraine, they have no chance in the era of Otto the Great, endure it!

The scramble for the time of Otto II they lost, and endured!

In the time of Otto III, not only did they not recapture Lorraine, but even the influence on the Vatican was lost, and they endured it again!

Now that Emperor Henry is in a hurry, the West Franks feel that their opportunity has come, and it is time to settle the ledger!

The information that Robert II was plotting to attack Nijmegen came from the judgment of the spies hidden in Paris, who had been in and out of the palace messengers in recent times, and several northern lords who were close to the royal family had also made pilgrimages to Beijing for various reasons, and even the Count of Aquitaine, who had always had a strong relationship, sent envoys.

If the rumors are true, this can be regarded as a signal that the king is ready to accept the invitation of the Count of Lille to patrol his territory, so Leonardo believes that the situation is urgent and the country should make plans as soon as possible.

"Are you going to mix this muddy water, too?"

I read the last few sentences and said to myself, "In the middle of the room, Flender, my good father-in-law, Baudouin, I am afraid that he will not let his king go so easily......" The letter rolled up to the last line, a few inconspicuous words pieced together important information.

"The lover of the Count of Baudouin gave birth to a baby boy, and has now been sent to the castle in Ghent to be carefully protected, and the father-in-law is very violent, and the old gun has hit the bull's-eye, which is terrible."

I was still half-joking, but suddenly realized a key node that was not easy to detect: "Is it a boy?" ”

It will be difficult to say for a moment what the impact of the breaking news of my father-in-law, the illegitimate son of Baudouin, Count of Flanders, will have, but the only thing I know for sure is that the bearded prince absolutely wants his son to inherit the family business, even if his actions are opposed by everyone.

Through some inhumane actions of Leonardo, Nijmegen took advantage of direct or indirect accidents to get rid of Serena's two elder brothers, that is, if the old Count Baudouin could no longer have children, Serena would be his only heir, and as his son-in-law, I could obtain direct dominion over Flanders from my own wife, because whether Nijmegen or Flanders, the ultimate heir to both domains, must and can only be me and Serena's son, the grandson of the Count of Baudouin, Martin Stark Morini Hoffman Jr.

"The old guy is holding back the fat and water and not flowing into the fields of outsiders, after all, even if Serena is the pearl of his palm, he is not willing to pass on his family business to me, hehe!"

I sneered, slowly rolled the parchment into a lock, and then approached the candlestick flame, watching it gradually blacken and curl edges, and was turned into ashes by the orange burning ****:

"It's a pity that this is not what he can do......

The status of the illegitimate child in the hierarchical Middle Ages, even worse than the adopted son who is not related by blood, although there is no shortage of cases in history of illegitimate children defeating all their own sons and stepping into the foreground to counterattack success, but this kind of inspirational typology is as rare as a dime, especially after the status of the Vatican as the supreme religious sanctuary in the whole of Europe has been determined, the illegitimate child with obvious depravity, along with other secrets between the beds, has been denounced as heresy, and is resolutely not allowed to appear under the sun.

"The lingering of the flesh was the temptation of the devil, and Adam and Eve were expelled from the Garden of Eden, causing us to have no limit of original sin."

At church mass, the sanctimonious priest always teaches us that these lambs, who are prone to fall into Satan's crooked ways, almost make people believe his piety in their serious appearance, but the comical truth is that keeping a mistress is an open secret among the clergy, and that illegitimate children are secretly hidden under the vaults of holy churches, and if you put aside the mutual comfort of the lonely young priests, the illegitimate children are really ugly!

I slapped the dust off my hands, and the noise of people next door did not affect the calculating brain, and Lord Baudouin had to gain support among his vassals first, otherwise he would be opposed by them if he rashly made an illegitimate son his heir.

These old-fashioned nobles attach great importance to honor and dignity, and taking illegitimate sons as kings is tantamount to humiliating and trampling on their personalities, so that the vassals can raise troops to fight against the feudal monarch without being condemned by the church and the world, and a very destructive civil war is inevitable, even if the old earl is good at dancing and coaxes the vassals to be happy, and unanimously recognizes this illegitimate son as the new boss, the Holy See will never recognize the heir who is sensitive to identity.

So from a legal point of view, his inheritance is illegal, everyone can get it and punish it, take 10,000 steps back, even if the Holy See is silent without skin and face, how can Nijmegen, as the legitimate heir, stand by and watch?

Besides, when I successfully win the Vatican, will he still have a chance to buy off the illegitimate child recognized by the Holy See?

When the time comes, the condemnation is small, and the expulsion can be blind!

Thinking of this, I feel that Leonardo, who is as smart as he is, must be more thoughtful than himself, and I don't need to worry about it.

(End of chapter)

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