After Arjod named the new intelligence organization, he continued to set the initial task for Sean and Pyne, which was to recruit all kinds of talents and recruit them into the organization. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"But who should we recruit?" Little Pine asked, puzzled.

"A variety of skilled people, from which we select the ones that can be applied." Arold said to them, and then pulled out a piece of parchment from his bosom, which had the seal of the Soros Chamber of Commerce on it, and could withdraw funds almost indefinitely.

"What is this?" Little Pine asked, taking the parchment and looking at the dense letters written on it, as well as the Chamber of Commerce seal.

"This is a voucher that can be used to withdraw funds from the Chamber of Commerce, and the funds needed to recruit people and establish a stronghold are your start-up capital." Arold said to them.

"With this piece of parchment, you can withdraw funds?" Little Pine asked Arrod as he looked at the fluttering parchment in his hand incredulously.

"That's right, but add this." Arold took out another bronze key and handed it to little Pyne.

"What is this?" Little Pine asked.

"This key is a token, and it must be with that piece of paper to withdraw funds from the Chamber of Commerce." Arold said to them.

Taking the token Arold had given them, Pine and Sean left the chamber, and when they walked out, Arold checked the exit of the chamber before holding the candle up the steps.

When Arold returned to her bedroom, Princess Josie was already asleep on the bed, and she couldn't bear to disturb her wife, so Arold lay quietly beside her, gently hugged her shoulders, and fell asleep against her.

As the morning sun shone down on the ground, Brother Robert opened the door of the inn and walked out, providing shelter for weary travelers along the way, where people could spend the night as dangerously as possible.

"Monk, ahead is the land of the Bohemians." The Bavarian knight pulled his mount out of the stable and said to Brother Robert.

"Let us go to the king of Bohemia as soon as possible." Brother Robert stepped on the stirrup and turned over on his horse, he was not very sure whether he could convince the Bohemians, but Otto had just ascended the throne and now was the best time, and he must not let it go, with this thought Brother Robert whipped his mount fiercely with his horsewhip.

"Gray Law~~." The mount was in pain, spread its hooves and galloped away.

Most of the Bohemians were actually Slavs, but because they were located in the steppes of Eastern Europe, they had both farming and nomadism, which also provided them with good horse herds and could form strong light cavalry, but compared to the completely nomadic Magyars, the archers of Eastern Europe were slightly inferior, so the Bohemian nobility relied on an infantry-based army.

In the palace of the King of Bohemia, there are jugglers and shamisen from the West, and the sound of bone flutes from the East, Bohemian nobles sit cross-legged on woollen carpets and toast each other, and their king sits on the top, grasping the leg of lamb with his hands and tearing it.

"Your Majesty, there is an emissary outside the palace, supposedly sent by the Duke of Bavaria." At this time, a guard entered the banquet and reported to the king.

"Duke of Bavaria?" The King of Bohemia touched his beard in confusion, and his greasy hands made his beard shiny.

"Yes."

"Let him in." The king of Bohemia threw aside the half-eaten leg of mutton, and in the corner of the hall were several slaves chained up, who rushed to grab the half-leg of mutton that the king had discarded.

Brother Robert stood in the Bohemian town, and the so-called royal palace was nothing more than a large house made of thick cedar trees in the center of the town, and when the guards appeared at the door, Brother Robert and the Bavarian knights entered the palace.

"Hmm, you're the Duke of Bavaria's emissary?" The King of Bohemia looked at the monk in front of him and asked Robert.

"Yes, Your Majesty the King." Brother Robert hurriedly bowed to the king, and he glanced at the hall to see the slaves locked in the hall.

"What news did the Duke of Bavaria bring?" The Duke of Bohemia was a little interested in the humble monk in front of him, and he thought that Brother Robert had come to preach in his own domain, just like any other missionary.

"There's a message." Brother Robert said with a smile.

"Hah, it would be better to be useful, did you see the slaves?" The King of Bohemia pointed to the slaves in lock-up and said to Brother Robert.

"See." Brother Robert wondered why the King of Bohemia had let him see the slaves.

"They are all people who want to preach in my territory, but I have their tongues cut out." The King of Bohemia touched his beard and said with a mocking look.

"That's right." Brother Robert's brow furrowed, he did not expect the King of Bohemia to be so cruel, but he was not a preacher in the first place, so he continued, "I have not come to preach, but to provide His Majesty with land, wealth, and slaves. ”

"What?" Hearing Brother Robert's words, the King of Bohemia was taken aback, and he sat up and looked at Brother Robert.

"What do you mean?" At this time, even the Bohemian nobles began to talk about it, and they did not believe that this monk, who looked unattractive and even ugly with the birthmark on his face, could bring them wealth and land.

"Quiet." The King of Bohemia raised his hand and said to his nobles.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Brother Robert bowed to the King of Bohemia, but the Bavarian knight beside him did not do so, but simply put his hand on the hilt of his sword, which the Bavarian Knight considered to be a barbarian king.

"Tell me, where does the wealth and the land come from?" The King of Bohemia asked.

"Capture from the Kingdom of East Francia." Brother Robert said.

"The Kingdom of East Francia?" The King of Bohemia did not expect Brother Robert to say this.

"Yes, at this time the kingdom of East Francia is facing chaos and weakness, and if Your Majesty raises an army to attack, they will be at a loss." Brother Robert said to the King of Bohemia.

"But the kingdom of East Francia is at peace with us, so why should we attack them?" Said the King of Bohemia.

"Isn't it a reason why Henry, the king of Saxony, has just died, the new king Otto has not dried up, and the nobles do not obey the orders of the new king?" Brother Robert said to the King of Bohemia.

"What do you think?" The King of Bohemia said to his nobles.

"Your Majesty, I think it's possible." A Bohemian nobleman stood up from his wool blanket and said with a shake of his body.

"Oh?"

"The Magyars have demanded more taxes this year, our territory is no longer able to bear it, and we need additional wealth." The Bohemian nobleman exclaimed.

"Yes, the hateful Magyars have doubled their tribute."

"The people of my territory are already complaining that if we don't survive the winter, we are afraid that there will be riots in our territory."

"Let me think about it." The King of Bohemia listened to the complaints of the nobles, and he could not ignore the nobles' advice, but he did not want to start a war lightly, especially when there was a terrible opponent in the direction of his attack, the pikemen like a forest, and the terrible flames.

Brother Robert looked at the noise of the Bohemian nobles in the hall, he did not expect that things would go so smoothly, the Bohemians did not dare to offend the Magyars, so in order to divert the breathless tribute, they had to look for opponents to the west.

"Looks like you're satisfied." The Bavarian knight accompanied Brother Robert out of the palace and said to Brother Robert.

"Yes, it seems that we can complete the Duke's mission as soon as possible." Brother Robert said with satisfaction, glancing at the vast plain beyond the town.

"But I saw fear in the eyes of the King of Bohemia." The Bavarian knight said to Brother Robert.

"Fear?" Brother Robert looked at the knight in surprise.

"Yes, maybe you have a hand in diplomacy, but as a warrior, I can smell fear and danger." The Bavarian knight pointed to the tip of his nose with the finger of his right hand.

"Hiss~~." The words of the Bavarian knight made Brother Robert's brow furrow, and he looked back at the palace of the king of Bohemia, what was it that made a barbarian king so afraid?