"Did I do all these things? Not like my style! ”

I scratched my head and tried to recall, vaguely remembering that it seemed to be really related to me, but this little thing didn't make sense for me to have such a big reputation, the nobles personally commanded the battle, or a virtuous squire helped the people, although this kind of thing is not a common behavior in the aristocratic circle, but at least it should be common, there will always be a few pieces of gold in a pile of sand, how can it become the object of worship for everyone to sing praises and virtues?

At this time, the guards who went in to report came out of it and bowed slightly in front of me: "Your Majesty has time now, let me invite you in." ”

I nodded, and followed him into His Majesty's graceful golden tent.

"Let me see who the east wind of the Apennines sent to me, isn't this our victorious god of war, Viscount Randy? God bless you, brave warriors. ”

His Majesty the Emperor, with a golden glass full of wine in his hand, saw me come in and compliment me with a witticism, and at the table in front of him sat a clerk of the army, transcribing Emperor Otto's new orders on parchment.

His Majesty put down his glass, motioned for the attendant to prepare a comfortable seat for me, and then sat down on the chair himself.

"I have to thank you, my viscount, if it weren't for your clever idea, relying on those old guys alone, I guess next Christmas, we would have to spend Christmas in Italy, God forbid!"

"This is just a side-by-side solution, your Majesty, I have come here for one thing, I want to ask His Majesty, who is as wise as King Solomon, to help me solve it, and I believe that you will definitely agree to it if you are kind and gracious."

Emperor Otto stared at me meaningfully, and I, who had always been afraid of him, suddenly became so talkative, that it would certainly not be too easy to ask him to do things.

His Majesty waved his hand to the clerk who had just written half of the edict to go down, and after the latter walked backwards out of the tent, he poured himself a glass of wine, and waited a long time before he said to me: "Before you tell me about this, there are some things I want to say in advance, and then you will consider whether you want to tell me what you are going to say." ”

I exhaled, smoothed out my impulsive and messy thoughts, and decided to listen to His Majesty Otto first, and to take the time to organize the language for the rest of my argument, so that I could explain it in a reasonable and powerful way.

"Say it, Your Majesty, I'll listen to you!"

"I know that you are a vassal of the Count of Ardennes, swearing allegiance to him and his family, and must fulfill your feudal obligations, but now that your fief is far more than a viscount should have, it is enough to support more knights, and I have decided to canonize you as the new earl at the suggestion of His Majesty the Pope and Duke Henry, and draw you into the circle of the upper nobles, then your feudal relationship with the Count of Ardennes must be dissolved."

"In fact, this is a difficult thing to operate, after all, it is to deprive his vassals from the vassals of my vassals, but the vassals of my vassals are not my vassals, but the Pope patted his chest and promised that he would use his relationship with the family of the Count of Ardennes to settle this matter after his arrival, then I think you should prepare your own canonization dress."

His Majesty the Emperor put down his glass and played with the huge ring adorned with the German eagle on his index finger, the exquisitely carved pattern reflecting the dazzling golden light, as if the Emperor himself was now in high spirits and dazzling on the German political stage, becoming an emperor worthy of other German kings.

If he could conquer the Byzantines on the tip of his boot and the Saracens of Sicily, he might be able to surpass the legendary Charlemagne and become the first Germanic emperor to drive out the heretics and recover Italy.

"Praise you for your wisdom and heart, Great Majesty."

I struggled to stand up and salute, but His Majesty Otto pressed his palm down to show that I didn't have to be so formal.

"I think you have heard that you have now become the spiritual idol of all the ranger knights and the lost serfs, and not only in Italy, but in every corner of Germany, your heroic deeds will be recounted, and soon even the court of the Saracens will often hear the name of Viscount Randy von Hofmann the Wise!"

His Majesty the Emperor was at the moment like a fanatical door-to-door salesman, dancing to show me all sorts of cheap and strange tools in his handbag.

"You might be wondering, right? How did he become a national idol overnight? My papal brother said all this, and what seems to be a wild idea, is actually all from the usual conversation with you, and he praises you for your ghost ideas, like the Archduke of Swabia full of nonsense, maybe this metaphor is not very elegant but very apt, this is the idol effect you mentioned, to elect a national idol, and then give everyone a spiritual pursuit of the highest point. ”

"The empire I want to build is unprecedented, a brand new country that is different from those lifeless barbarian dynasties, so not only does the feudal system from top to bottom need to be reformed, but even those decadent and stubborn gate lord families must obey the will of the German emperor, one country, one faith, one emperor, one voice!"

"Now I need to set an example, and reflect the ideal society that everyone yearns for and admires that I want to build, so that they can see that even such a wise and brave knight is willing to serve the German emperor, then these people must also be tied to the German chariot without hesitation, and fight the world with me, just like His Majesty Pope Ni said in his letter: We peddle dreams, and then let everyone sell their souls!"

"Genius thoughts! Viscount, genius thinking! ”

My head suddenly turned into a big LED display, and two words slowly scrolled out: It's over!

I really regret that I had to tell His Majesty the Pope about the importance that the Celestial Empire attaches to ideological and ideological work, as well as the great encouragement and mobilization power of social propaganda and idolatry to people's spirits, but I didn't expect that the god stick to draw a gourd in the same way, ready to carry out an ideological and political movement for me in the Middle Ages, and realize his evil desire for power through the influence of religion and the state.

The combination of these two power maniacs, each with their own agendas, is a sign that the two biggest political hooligans in Europe have completed the combination, and no matter how you think about it, you will feel like the fascists who plotted the origins of World War II, and will be reviled in future history.

No way! Something had to be done to salvage the reputation.

I don't know how much my time travel will affect real history, but I know that sooner or later I will die, and I can't let my deity read foreign history thousands of years later and see that there was a notorious Viscount Randy in medieval Germany!

"Your Majesty, I am flattered by the importance of you and His Majesty the Pope, and of course the noble Duke Henry, and the thing I am about to say is indeed insignificant compared to the glory and riches, but it is as heavy as Mount Tai."

"I once swore to keep a man safe, and this is a knight's oath of God to protect the weak, and I don't want to be the villain who goes back on his word, Your Majesty."

His Majesty Otto looked at me playfully, the gold ring rubbing slowly around his fingers, I don't know what was going on in his mind at the moment, maybe he was considering whether to steam me or braise me, in short, his eyes became cold and repulsive thousands of miles away, making it difficult to understand what kind of active thoughts were behind the tightly knit brow.

"The Duke of Crescenti is right, he said that his daughter could not have been killed so easily, but his claim is too absurd, and stems from the prophecy of an uninvited wizard at the time of the birth of the young lady."

His Majesty's eyes began to freeze little by little from the edges, the cold was awe-inspiring, and the strong imperial atmosphere made people dare not face it, and he became the high German emperor again, the master of Italy.

"The old duke said he wanted to see you and tell you the ancient legends of their family in person, and I fulfilled his last request before he died, but what I didn't expect was that you really had the courage to intercede on behalf of that woman, what drove you to my tent, Viscount?"

I smiled with relief, for His Majesty had guessed what I had done in the first place, which meant that Miss Crescenti could not die.

The young emperor indulged in confusing verses and Zen machines, and his words were intriguing and cute.

"Maybe it's fate, maybe it's the hero's impulse to save beauty, drink too much ale, and everyone is willing to listen to the bard come to such a short piece of yellow jokes, who knows?" I shrugged, my funny expression making the emperor laugh.

I was led by the guards to a nondescript tent in the heart of the camp, heavily guarded.

He showed the Emperor's golden eagle ring to the guards who stopped us, and the baby-faced guard saluted respectfully, then waved his hand into the shadows, and several assassins hiding in the shadows showed their heads, scanners scrutinized us for a moment, and then quietly incognito said that we could pass, and then we could enter the tattered tent.

It is no different from the simple marching tent used by ordinary nobles, so it rarely receives attention from others, and the nobles do not know where Duke Cresenti, the culprit of the rebellion, is being detained, including the part of the duke's sworn friends, and the security and secrecy work can be said to be very good.

Lifting the curtain of the tent, a damp smell came to the face, making the nose very uncomfortable, only the fire in the brazier at the door, illuminating a small space in front of the door, the whole big tent was hidden in the seemingly endless dark void, so that people could not see what was inside, this was a complete animal nest, and even the breath was very similar.

There is a faint sigh in the shadows, the old ones seem to have been sleeping for thousands of years, and in the distant hoarse voices, there are inexplicable charms and stories that attract you to want to search slowly into the depths.

His Majesty's guard stood at the door of the tent with interest, I thought he had been sent by His Majesty to spy on me, but now it seemed that he was really just showing me the way to prevent me from being shot by the cautious Assassins.