From there, where Charlemagne ascended the throne, the unified empire of Europa since the Roman Empire was established, only after Charlemagne's death, according to Carolingian tradition, his kingdom was divided equally among his sons, causing Europa to be divided into countless pieces. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Henry the Birdcatcher, King of East Francia, may have learned this lesson, and he enthroned his son Otto here, in order to equate Otto with Charlemagne's cause, and at the same time to avoid further division of the kingdom, and to cancel the inheritance of other heirs except Otto.

"His Highness Otto." Otto's convoy entered Ark all the way, and the chief in charge of Arka hurriedly came to greet him, this historical city has actually declined, but because of the arrival of Otto's convoy, it is much more lively, and the dukes of the tribes are also waiting here with their own convoys.

"It's really shabby here, hurry up and let me go back to my castle." A nobleman from Lorraine said a little tiredly, his words were full of disappointment, it was true that so many nobles poured in at once, and the local governor had no time to arrange a place for them to live, so he could only temporarily requisition houses, and the houses of those commoners were of course dissatisfied with the nobles.

"Don't complain, this is an important coronation ceremony, isn't the birth of a new king worth celebrating?" The Duke of Swabia stepped out of the carriage at this time, looked around and reassured the nobles.

"Yes, Lord Duke."

"Look, His Highness Otto's convoy has come in." At this time, the nobles saw Otto's convoy slowly entering Ark, and they rushed forward to welcome Otto on both sides of the street.

Of course, the residence of Otto and others was placed in the royal palace of Aarne, and this royal palace was left over from the time of Charlemagne, but the royal palace of more than thirty rooms had already collapsed due to disrepair, leaving only about ten houses.

But even so, these buildings reveal the weight of history, as well as the martial and atmospheric atmosphere of Charlemagne's era, and the warrior sculptures of the Frankish era often appear between the cloisters and columns, looking at this moss-covered sculpture, Arold can't help but feel a lot of emotion.

"Lord Duke, you will be placed in several of these rooms, which is an unprecedented privilege." A courtier who received him said to Arold in an envious tone.

"Thank you, Your Majesty Otto." Arrod replied with a smile.

"Oh, you used the wrong honorific, and now you are still Your Highness, but when the ceremony is over, you can call Your Majesty openly." The courtier said with a smile.

"I see, by the way, thanks for the reminder." Arjod nodded, took a gold coin from the money pouch hanging from his belt, and handed it to the courtier.

"Oh, thank you, Lord Duke, for your generosity." The courtier held the gold coin in his hand, he did not expect Arold to be so generous, and when he received other dukes and nobles, few people would pay him except to hear complaints and scoldings.

"We'll move the luggage ourselves, so we don't need your help here." Arold said to the courtier.

"Okay, then I won't disturb your rest, Lord Duke." The courtiers didn't expect Arrod to be so well served, knowing that reception was a chore.

Arold's soldiers removed their luggage from the van and placed them in the palace chambers, and lit the fire in the fireplace, but even then there was a musty, damp smell in the room.

"Oh my God, it's rudimentary." Even Yves, who had always been big, frowned, and he couldn't understand why Otto had chosen such a place for the ceremony.

"Don't complain, this is where Charlemagne lived." Arold shrugged his shoulders and said to his brother.

"Oh, really?" Yves blinked, as a nobleman, the story of Charlemagne and his knights had been known since childhood.

"Yes, maybe Charlemagne slept in this bed!" Arold said jokingly to Yve.

"Wow, I'm going to feel it." Yves burst out laughing, and he walked over to the large creaking bed in the room, and sat down on his ass, twisting from side to side as if to feel Charlemagne, the large bed creaking with a tooth-aching sound.

"Okay, okay, my bed is going to be crushed by you." Arold said amusedly.

"Hahaha." Yves also felt that his movements were too childish, and couldn't help laughing.

At this moment, they heard a noise outside, and they couldn't help but look out curiously, and there was a quarrel in the courtyard of the palace, which was like a wasteland.

"What's going on?" Arold and Yves walked to the cloister and asked one of the court attendants.

"Oh, yes, it's Lord Wichmann." The court attendant said with a sad face.

"Who is Wichmann?" Arold asked in confusion, but Yve, who was beside him, answered for him.

"It's Otto's elder brother, the eldest son of the old King Henry." Yves said to Arrod.

"The King's eldest son?" Arold suddenly realized when he heard this, but the eldest son of this king had never appeared, and I heard that it was a man who liked to live a life of a ranger, and he was indifferent to anything but fighting, why was he here now.

"Otto, why did you become king?" When Arold and Yves pushed through the crowd and walked into the courtyard, they saw a big man with long brown hair, standing in front of Otto with a sword at his waist, looking menacing.

"I told you, it's my father's decision." Otto frowned and said to his brother Wichmann.

"Nonsense, I don't believe that if I hadn't gone far away, my father would have passed the throne to me, and most of the kingdoms from the British Isles to Egypt were kings by the eldest son." Wichmann didn't know if he had drunk or not, but he was a little dizzy and shouted with his tongue wide open.

"Enough, Vichman, although you are my elder brother, my succession was unanimously elected by the dukes, and was fixed in the form of a decree in Quedrin, and my father never considered your inheritance, not only did you not have little Henry and the others." Otto stood in front of Vichmann with his head held high, although his figure was thin and disproportionate to his tall and burly brother, but Otto had a royal majesty in his body, and after listening to Otto's words, Wichman screamed for a long time.

"Yes, Lord Wichmann, I don't know what rumors you've heard, but His Majesty King Henry has never mentioned the question of your inheritance, and from the beginning it was stipulated that the inheritance would be inherited by His Royal Highness Otto, and all the dukes here signed and swore to uphold it." Arold stepped out of the crowd and said loudly to Wichmann.

"Who are you?" Wichmann asked as he squinted at Arold in front of him, and he snorted wine from his mouth.

"This is Lord Arrod, Duke of Mecklenburg, and his wife is the regent of the Duchy of Mason." Otto said to Wichmann.

"Mecklenburg and Mason?" Hearing that it was the ruler of the two principalities, Wichmann's mind cleared up a little, he did hear that King Henry was going to divide the inheritance of the kingdom equally according to the Carolingian tradition, and as the eldest son, he had the hope of gaining half of the country.

"Dukes, you are witnesses and oath-takers of the decree, and now is the time for you to testify, and here, under the heroic spirit of Charlemagne, it is time to act according to your oath." Arrod's eyes swept over the nobles surrounding him and said to them.

"That's right, I testify that His Highness Otto is a worthy heir." The Duke of Swabia came out and said that after Arjod moved out of Charlemagne's name, the nobles did not want to be a man who broke his oath here, knowing that in folklore, the oath breaker would have his soul wandering in hell and forever in the world.

"I testify."

"I, the messenger of the Duke of Lorraine, fight."

"I testify." One duke after another and messengers came out, swearing allegiance to Otto and testifying to Otto's well-deserved inheritance, and when Vichmann turned pale, he bit his lip and stomped his foot hard.

"You can stay for my coronation." The corners of Otto's mouth rose slightly, and he raised his head to his eldest brother Wichmann.

"Yes, yes." Wichmann looked at his majestic brother, and he had to bow his head in recognition of Otto's authority, after all, he still wanted to obtain fiefs and positions under Otto.

"I accept the vows of the dukes and nobles, and I will be honored to be God's chosen people." Otto rested his hands in the Frankish robes, his body straight like a javelin, his voice echoing through the ancient court.