Duke Diopold von Hesse sat in his ornate and comfortable chair, looking down at the map on his desk. The chair was made for him shēn, and the legs were deliberately shortened and thickened so that he had room for his two thick and fat thighs, and to ensure that the chair would not be crushed by his weight.

He was an obese man in his 50s with gray brown and yellow curly hair, and he suffered from gout, which was probably related to his poor and greasy diet.

He was staring at a place on the map called Paderborn, a territory in the northern part of the Duchy of Hesse that was supposed to be under the jurisdiction of the Bishopric of Münster. But over the centuries, the land has changed hands several times and now belongs to the family of the Duke of Saxony in the north.

"This is mine! It's mine! The Duke of Hesse stared at the land without blinking, then stretched out his hand that was swollen and greasy from gout and obesity, and stroked the map deeply (qíng). To be honest, even if he is a ** who touches his own (qíng) wife, the Duke of Hesse has never been so serious and deep (qíng), right? He closed his eyes, feeling the rough texture of parchment coming from his fingertips.

In the time of Duke Carl von Hesse, the father of Duke Diobold von Hesse, Paderborn was an inherent territory of the Duchy of Hesse, although nominally the local nobility was still under the name of the Archbishop of Münster. But in fact, they were already loyal to the Duke of Hesse behind their backs.

Of course, even now, the Saxony House of Udoen's rule over the county of Paderborn is maintained by this way of earning allegiance behind the scenes. This kind of rule is not uncommon in the West, after all, the embezzlement of the property of the diocese is a relatively dangerous thing (qíng), and if you don't do it well, it will be cleaned up by the pope, so you can only do it behind your back. You have to save some face for the bishop on the surface, don't you?

At that time, our Diopold was still a young man, but he was not his father's eldest son, originally, he was not worthy of the duke's throne, but he did not expect his brother Peter to become seriously ill and die in less than a month. So he became the first in line to the throne, and his father, Duke Karl, died after learning the sad news.

It stands to reason that his ascension to the throne of the duke is already a matter of ironclad (qíng), isn't it? But here's the problem: he also had a younger brother, and his younger brother Ranson was more popular than him, more handsome, and better than him, so his father actually left a will before his death for his younger brother Ransen to inherit the title of duke.

This made Diopold angry, "Am I not your own son?" Actually skip me? Is it good to follow the inheritance law? But Diobold was not easy to follow, and although he now looks like a "fat pig" who has problems walking, he was also a figure back then, and although he was not good at anything else, he was a successful (yīn) schemer.

Long before the death of his father, Karl, he had already begun to build up his own power, and the Duchy of Hesse consisted mainly of Sāo in the west, Marburg in the center, Fritzlar in the east, and the Free City of Frankfurt in the south, plus a number of scattered baronial lords in Paderborn (there were no counts in Paderborn due to the archbishop's double countdom).

Diopod immediately wooed Count Sāo to stand on his side, and the Count of Sāo at that time was the father of the current Count of Sāo, Friedrich von Nao, Count Bernhard von Nao, as a cautious old man in his fifties, he easily accepted Diopold's wooing, which is why Count Sāo can mix so well now, from the minister of the dragon!

But in the Free City of Frankfurt, Diobold received only an ambiguous answer, and the mayor of the Free City of Frankfurt promised to support him, but refused to send troops to support his war, on the grounds that it was necessary to protect the trade routes! He was only willing to give him a mere 5,000 gold coins as support.

To Count Thomas von Pomerne of Fritzlar in the east, he was even more discouraged, and the Count of Pomerne directly announced his support for his brother Ransen.

This meant that the two sides were basically a draw, and although he had co-opted one faction represented by Count Sāo, his younger brother had also gained the support of another faction represented by Count Pomerne, and the ambiguous mayor of Frankfurt was mostly a wall-to-wall.

To make matters worse, due to his father's prestige, most of the Barons of Marburg's skill threw themselves into the arms of his younger brother Ransen, which tilted the scales of victory in his brother's direction.

In order to redeem this disadvantage, he decided to find foreign help! It was his father-in-law, the Duke of Saxony, but as the saying goes, "no profit can not be too early", his father-in-law, the old fox, although he promised to join him in the war, demanded that Diobold give him full control of Paderborn.

Although Diobold was not happy with a million of them, he also thought about it: "If you can't even be a duke, why should you (cāo) think about whether you have the bad deeds of ceding land and paying compensation?" So he gritted his teeth and agreed.

Although his younger brother Ransen also asked his father-in-law, the Duke of Thuringia, for help, it was the Duke of Saxony who was stronger in the end, after all, the Duchy of Saxony has a long history, having existed as early as Charlemagne.

By now, his father-in-law, the Duke of Saxony, has long since turned into a dry bone in the grave, his eldest brother has passed away, and even his nephew has been called by the Lord because of his infirmity! At this time, the Duke of Saxony was just a babbling doll of a few years old, and he didn't even know what to call him. What is the nephew's son called?

And his wife had already died of depression five years ago, and it was a purely political marriage between them, and our Duke Diopold was already average-looking, and now he fed himself like a pig, it is already a miracle that they have been married for so many years and can have a son and a daughter! (It is also possible that he can't bear the huge "pressure" brought by his weight)

So in fact the marriage between our Duke of Hesse and the Duke of Saxony has been dissolved, and as time goes on, our Duke of Hesse begins to lose his thoughts about the land that he was forced to cede in order to ascend to the throne.

After all, this is a "stain on life" for any nobleman, in order to be able to leave no regrets in the world, the old man, obsessed like a pig, immortal is a miracle, and the Duke of Diopold von Hesse finally decided to start a war and regain the lost land.

He struggled to get up from his chair, but in less than two seconds, his legs were weakened by the fact that he could not bear his staggering weight and severe gout. If it weren't for the servants, even if they held him up, the Duke of Hesse might have rolled downstairs by this time.

"Let go, I can stand by myself! Send the order, gather the vassals, and I will send troops to Paderborn to regain the lost territory! The Duke of Hesse angrily pushed away the servant who was supporting him, and then commanded in a commanding manner.

As soon as he finished speaking, he softened like a deflated ball at a speed that was visible to his eyes, and he slumped into an ornate chair made for him (shēn).

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When Han Xing came to the castle that Count Sāo was familiar with, he suddenly felt a burst of emotion in his heart, although for Count Sāo and others, Han Xing had only been away for a few days, but for Han Xing, he had been away for two years!

In the past, Han Xing was very surprised when he saw Na (sāo) castle, but now when he sees this castle again, he feels that it is indescribable, dirty, and dilapidated. After all, compared to the magnificent castle buildings of Westeros, the castle of the Earl of Sāo is like a dirty and messy "illegal construction".

The castle was full of hurried groups of soldiers, wearing chain mail or leather armor, hurrying through the courtyard, Han Xing immediately grabbed a soldier and asked, "What's wrong?" In a hurry, you want to fight? ”

"Lord Knight, you are so clever, you are indeed going to war! The Duke of Hesse is going to war against the Duke of Saxony and subjugate the county of Paderborn! The Earl had already begun to gather his vassals two days ago! ”

"Alas! Why do you want to fight again! I've just come back, and it's not been two days since Ansheng (rì)! Han Xing lamented, but still took out his armor and put it on.

When he entered the hall of Count Na (sāo), it was already filled with shadows (shēn) wearing shining armor, most of them wearing chain armor, and few of them could wear plate armor, and as Han Xing entered the hall, everyone looked at him.

They seemed to be arguing about what, arguing. There was a reason why they looked at Han Xing, because Han Xing's armor was too much, and it was a treasure that Robert, a king-level being, had built for Han Xingliang (shēn) with all his might.

There are hundreds of sapphires inlaid in the mouth alone, and the shiny armor is embossed with vines and flowers, which can be described as unique, and the whole body is silver-gray, shining with a metallic luster, in addition to the necessary parts for defense, there are also many decorative parts, such as a shallow low (xiōng) "collar" around the neck, which can not only defend, but also beautiful and fashionable, it is not too valuable to say that it is worth a city, and it is an absolute national treasure.

Doesn't that make the eyes of the other knights and would-be knights straight? Even the plate armor of Count Na (sāo) was dwarfed in front of Han Xing's (shēn), as if it was a crude equipment made by a barbarian, and there were many small pits on the surface.

Han Xing walked in in the gorgeous outfit of shēn, almost like a white swan in a flock of ugly ducklings.

It was Baron Albrecht who came up first and said, "Ah! Sir Segaard, are you back? It seems that you went to the world of drama (qíng) to have an adventure this time and received a lot of money! As he spoke, he patted Han Xing's mouth (xiōng).

Hearing that Han Xing had gone on an adventure in the world of drama (qíng), the knights showed a look of sudden realization (qíng), and then looked away from Han Xing's (shēn).

Baron Albrecht, dressed in a shēn armor made of brass and metal, looked gold and silver, and a noble man (bī), which is not surprising, since he was the lord of Wetzlar, the richest and only town in the county of Sāo, and it was certain that he was rich.

"Sir Segard! It's not that I'm talking about you, although the world of drama (qíng) is good, but it's a squander of life! Look at you, you're getting a lot older! Baron Albrecht patted Han Xing's shoulder and said with concern.

"Old? It seems that yes, my age column has changed from 33 years old to 35 years old! Han Xing was shocked to realize that he had spent two years in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, so he was two years older.

If you do this often, five years here, six years there, doesn't it mean that if you don't have a year of infinite space, you should be dying? No wonder these aristocratic lords don't like to go on adventures in the world of drama (qíng), it's a waste of life! What's more, the world of drama (qíng) is still the tip of the knife (tiǎn) blood, and he may lose his life.