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"Lord the Duke of Franconia." When Brother Robert saw the man's face clearly, he quickly bowed his head and saluted the son of the Duke of Bavaria.

"I don't know what my father did when he sent you out? But now he can't make any more plans. The Duke of Franconia, dressed in a dark green cardigan, leaned back into his seat, slicing apples with a sharp knife in one hand.

"Lord Duke, I didn't expect this to happen, but while Lord Banurf can't make a decision, as the Duke's eldest son, you have to do something." Brother Robert said to the Duke of Franconia.

"I'm not interested in your and my father's plans at all." The Duke of Franconia smiled contemptuously, he had always been wary of the monk with the birthmark on his face.

"Lord Duke, now is the critical moment, the king of Bohemia has moved westward, the combined army of Saxony and Thuringia has been defeated, and Otto is already vulnerable." Brother Robert tried to persuade him.

"Otto is the king of East Francia, our sovereign." The Duke of Franconia frowned and emphasized to Brother Robert with an unhappy expression.

"Lord Duke, perhaps you have great respect for Otto, Your Majesty. However, let's not forget the feud between Saxony and Bavaria, which would be detrimental to Bavaria if the king's power was allowed to expand. Brother Robert insisted.

"Now we are vassals under a king, and if you dare to slander His Majesty again, I will throw you into a dungeon." The Duke of Franconia jerked to his feet and yelled at Brother Robert.

"Uh-uh~~." The Duke of Bavaria, on the sickbed, opened his eyes, saliva ran down his crooked mouth, and his body trembled to move, but to no avail.

"Lord Duke, you will regret it later, it was the Saxons who broke the Carolingian tradition." Brother Robert sighed, knowing that he could no longer convince the Duke of Franconia, and that his heir, the Duke of Franconia, would be the regent when the Duke of Bavaria was unable to manage the government.

"Someone." When Brother Robert left the bedroom disappointed, the Duke of Franconia commanded loudly.

"Lord Duke." Two knights of the Inner House walked in and stood in front of the Duke of Franconia.

"Brother Robert was forbidden to enter or leave the court, and he was ordered to move out of the castle within this day." The Duke of Franconia ordered the two knights of the Inner Palace.

"This?" The two knights of the Inner House looked at each other in surprise, Brother Robert was a courtier of the Duke of Bavaria, and one of the important advisers, and now the Duke of Franconia clearly wanted to exile Brother Robert.

"Didn't you hear my orders?" The Duke of Franconia glared at the two knights of the Inner Mansion and roared again.

"Yes, Lord Duke." The two knights of the Inner House glanced at the Duke of Bavaria, who was lying on the sickbed, unable to move, and finally recognized the facts and accepted the order of the Duke of Franconia.

At the same time that Brother Robert was expelled from the Bavarian court, in a village near the forest on the upper Elbe, King Otto of East Francia, King Boleslav I of Bohemia, and Arold, Duke of Mecklenburg, arrived with a small retinue.

When the war came, the villagers fled their homes, leaving an empty village, but it was a good place to talk.

In the middle of the village, beside a humble spring, three powerful men stood opposite each other, King Otto, who was the youngest, but he was very kingly, and of course it had to do with the well-fitting costumes of his court. King Boleslav I of Bohemia, dressed only in a traditional Bohemian dress and trousers, but in a golden bear skin, full of wildness, tattooed on his arm with some strange beasts.

Arrod just showed a vague smile, he would look at Otto on the left, and the king of Bohemia on the right, the three of them were actually not very strangers, when the king of Bohemia invaded the Duchy of Mason, he fought with Arrod, but a slightly awkward atmosphere permeated the three of them.

"Virgin Mary, when will it be?" Count Ron, who was waiting at the entrance of the village, said to Julian beside him.

"Shhh Julian put his hands in front of him and reminded Count Ron that on the other side of them stood the Bohemian nobles and the East Frankish courtiers glaring at each other.

"Ahem." Arold coughed slightly, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

"Your Majesty the King, and the valiant King of Bohemia, we are here today for the common good, and I hope that we will all uphold peace and justice." Arrod said the opening remarks.

"Common interests, I wonder what we Bohemians and Franks can have in common?" The King of Bohemia said disdainfully, he squinted at the young Otto in front of him, and regretted a little in his heart that he had easily agreed to the peace talks.

"Well, maybe I'm wrong, at least we face a common threat, are the Magyars right?" Arold said to the King of Bohemia.

"The Magyars are not in conflict with us, we have always maintained good relations." Bohemian King Boleslav I retorted.

"What good relationship? Is it a tribute relationship to become a slave? Arold said with a sneer.

"You know what, you've just been lucky enough to defeat me, have you ever seen the power of the Magyars?" The King of Bohemia said angrily, and when he heard the king's roar, the Bohemian nobles waiting at the entrance of the village suddenly became unfriendly, and they looked at the courtiers of East Francia menacingly, their eyes swept back and forth between each other's necks and hearts.

"Your Excellency Duke of Mecklenburg, I don't think there is any need to negotiate with such a savage and ignorant man." Otto remained silent, and he seemed impatient as he listened to Arrod's conversation with the King of Bohemia.

"Please be patient, Your Majesty." Arold, of course, could not let the negotiations that had been brokered fall apart, so he appeased Otto.

"Barbarian, hmph, we may be ignorant in the eyes of you Franks, but at least we are aware of the facts, don't you pay tribute to the Magyars?" The King of Bohemia sneered and taunted Otto.

"Enough, King of Bohemia. We are not here to quarrel, it is precisely because we are all oppressed by the Magyars that we understand each other's pain, this kind of oppression year after year, although we are still alive, but when is this kind of thing to end? Arold spoke sharply, and when he heard him, Otto and the King of Bohemia were silent, for Arold was telling the truth.

Seeing that the King of Bohemia was no longer provocative, Arold walked up to Otto's side and whispered to Otto.

"Your Majesty, I know the anger in your heart, and if it were me, you would be angry at this impudent incursion. However, I know that you have a great goal in mind, so you must be patient with this peace talk, and do not forget that your father, His Majesty Henry, wanted you to create a great cause like Charlemagne. ”

"Hmm~." Otto listened to Arrod's words and pondered, now that he was facing internal and external troubles, the threat of Bohemians and Magyars from outside, and his brothers and clan dukes from within, the pressure was great for Otto.

"Your Majesty of Bohemia." Seeing that Otto had already been moved, Arold walked over to the King of Bohemia.

"What's the matter?"

"I've heard about the Magyars raising their tribute to you, but have you thought about it, this kind of raising tribute without any accommodation, since there is a first time, there will be a second and third time, the Magyars' tribes are constantly multiplying and expanding, and they will squeeze you out little by little like fresh oranges, and in the end I am afraid that it will be the result of the entire tribe being swallowed." Arold patted the King of Bohemia on the shoulder and said to him.

"You, what did you say?" When the King of Bohemia heard Arold's description, he could not help but feel terrified in his heart, he had never thought of such a thing, he had thought that as long as the Magyars were given tribute, the tribe would be safe, but Arold's words were likely to come true.

"The only way to defuse the threat is to defeat it." Arold said loudly to the King of Bohemia.

"Hmph, you may have a point, but why should I make an alliance with the weak Franks?" The king of Bohemia believed that the Franks themselves were divided and could not form a great force.

"That's why we're not threatening, aren't we?" Arold smiled and winked at the King of Bohemia, and whispered to him.

"You, you seem to have some truth in what you said." The King of Bohemia opened his mouth, and he now wondered if Arold was a vassal of East Francia.

"Therefore, for the sake of our common interests, and the defeat of our common enemy, I propose that the King of Bohemia swear allegiance to the esteemed King of East Francia and become a vassal of the Kingdom of East Francia, that His Majesty Otto fulfill his duty as a vassal to protect Bohemia, and that I build a castle in Litomerice to hoard soldiers, to provide the necessary assistance in the event of an attack by the Magyars, and to defend His Majesty Otto." Arold loudly proclaimed to King Otto and the King of Bohemia.

"Whew." Although the King of Bohemia and Otto felt that something was wrong, the bold plan thrown out by Arold was very tempting, even if the King of Bohemia thought that the Kingdom of East Francia was weak, it was still undeniable that East Francia was a first-class power in the West, and with such support, it was beneficial to the tribe in every way.

"Agreed." Otto nodded, and solemnly ordered the court clerk to write a peace agreement, for Otto to this battle to get such a result, it was simply a happy situation, he, as the new king to recover Bohemia as a vassal, is extremely beneficial to the consolidation of his own position.

"Oh, thank God, thank you to the Virgin Mary!" Arold smiled and drew a cross on his chest.

"Wait a minute, I'm against it." But at this moment, someone spoke out to stop him.