Prince Otto is not the eldest son of King Henry, although he was personally designated by Henry as his legitimate heir, but Henry's eldest son and several other sons were deprived of the right to inherit the throne for no reason, of course, there is a very strong resentment and dissatisfaction in their hearts, Henry's sons are actively in contact with the dukes in the kingdom in private, and the dark tide is surging under the surface of the calm kingdom, and when the old Duke of Saxony dies unclearly, according to Henry's private investigation, there is a smell of conspiracy, if King Henry is dead, Chaos and war within a kingdom are likely to ensue.

"Arrod, my friend, I am well aware of your potential and ability, and frankly I think that the kingdom is facing many hidden dangers, and it is only because of my great father's personal ability and prestige that the situation is in control, and if my great father is called by the Lord, I don't know if I can bear the burden of kingship?" Prince Otto looked at Arrod and spoke out his deepest fears, a secret that only the closest confidants could share.

"Oh?" Arrod's eyes rolled, could it be that Prince Otto realized the threat of dividing the nobles and was ready to carry out a strategy of cutting the feudal domain, but something was wrong, in Arold's memory, Europa has always been a noble feudal system, and unlike the Celestial Empire, the dukes of the East Frankish Kingdom were not divided by the center, but the heads of each originally tribal were transformed into dukes, which means that the strategy of cutting the feudal domain is not practical at all, so there is only a way to annex through the guò war, It's just that the process is really bloody and destructive.

"The dukes are plotting against my father, and my brothers are vying for the throne that belongs to me."

"Your Highness. How are you going to do that? Arrod asked curiously.

"Gain the friendship of the dukes, for they are the foundation of the kingdom's rule." Prince Otto shook his cup, he did not think that his king Henry was wrong in treating the dukes, and without the support of the duke and their clans, the Duchy of Saxony alone could not be ruled at all, so Prince Otto was ready to inherit this policy, but also to guard against and limit the rights of the dukes, so as not to threaten the rule of the royal power.

"And what about those older brothers of yours?" Arold asked, this is a sensitive topic, but according to those bloody court dramas, this is a tearing war about inheritance. And these princes had their own armies and territories. They are still colluding with the local dukes.

"They must be defeated, and quickly, before their collusion with the dukes deepens." Prince Otto clenched his fists, but his slightly childish voice was very loud. The Saxon knights on guard heard the sound and looked back. After making sure that his master was safe, he regained his grip on the hilt of his sword.

"How fast?" Arold looked immature. He was only a middle school student in the place where his soul came, but here he had to put the burden of life and death in charge of thousands of people in a country on the shoulders of Prince Otto.

"In three years, that's the fastest. The greedy dukes are not so easy to impress. "Prince Otto has analyzed with his own spies and advisers that just as the royal family is reluctant to go to war at will, the dukes are careful to avoid war, and the great nobles tend to be very conservative.

"So what do you need me to do?" Arold put down the glass in his hand and began to rub his hands, which was a subconscious action of his mind as his brain raced violently.

"Friendship, my friend, you have a wise mind and help me to train a cavalry unit, I have often heard of the Magyars' aggression against us, always moving quickly across our land, and our infantry simply cannot keep up with their way of fighting." Prince Otto twirled his slight beard with his fingers as he said to Arold.

"But infantry is our tradition, and it takes a lot of money to build a cavalry." Arold admired Prince Otto's strategic vision, cavalry is of course a well-deserved king of the battlefield in future wars, but the cultivation and training requirements of war horses are very strict, and the equipment of cavalry is more expensive than ordinary infantry, so under normal circumstances, only nobles can afford it.

"Yes, this is also where I am worried, although I have the right to rule the entire kingdom, but now I do not have the right to mobilize a single soldier, Arold my friend use your territory to form a cavalry army, come to my aid when I need it, and I will never forget this friendship of yours, once I succeed in inheriting the throne, I will give you the title of Duke and the corresponding territory." Prince Otto promised Arrod.

"You want to give me the title of Duke?" Arold stopped rubbing his hands, tilted his head to look at Prince Otto, who was looking for support for the security of his throne, and Arold knew the story of strange things.

"Yes, these things are just the beginning for me, my friend." Suddenly, Prince Otto bent down and whispered in Arrod's ear.

"Oh, Your Highness, it looks like you have a grand plan?" Arold looked at Prince Otto's face leaning over, his eyes filled with depth, as if he were looking far away.

"I want to finish my father's unfinished business, defeat the hateful Magyars, and put an end to the invasion of the kingdom by these demons from the east, so an experienced cavalry force is too important." Prince Otto told Arold that the Magyars' invasion of the East Francian kingdom was a shame for every generation of kings, trapped in their castles and watching their territories looted, while the kings had no choice but to bribe the Magyars with their possessions in order to survive.

"Your Highness, you will succeed." Arold stood up and said respectfully to Prince Otto, in fact, he himself had the idea of forming a cavalry unit, but it was delayed by the continuous threat of various enemies, but he didn't expect Prince Otto to also have the same idea, the two coincided, and with the strong funding of the royal family, of course, Arold would be easier to do.

"No, my friend, we'll do it." Prince Otto also stood up, stretched out his hand to grab Arold's arm, and pulled hard to touch Arold's shoulder, and then Arold noticed that they were two young people, and couldn't help laughing.

"Huh."

"Arrod, why is my friend laughing?" Prince Otto asked curiously.

"Isn't it funny that such young people are talking about the future fate of the whole kingdom by the fire pit of this longhouse?" Arold said with a smile.

"Soon our alliance will shake up the entire Europa countries, I'm sure of that." Prince Otto's emaciated face showed a resolute look. (To be continued......)