In the winter, His Majesty returned to Tournest to inspect the newly formed navy, and to boost morale, he ordered a grand knightly tournament.

Baroness Brad fell ill as soon as she heard that the king was coming.

She can't do it if she's not sick.

The priest is not familiar with the rules of the court, and the knight does not know how to behave among the noblewomen, and the most important thing is that Luo Yi does not know if there will be his acquaintances and relatives in the court - this is very possible.

If you run into one, you're in trouble.

So she did not go to the king, as usual.

But John of Jesco was allowed to go with the gift that the baroness had presented to the king. He was very happy, because he thought that he might be able to make a name for himself in the tournament, and let his name be sung by the singers from all over the world, and at worst, he could also defeat one or two knights and earn a prize.

So, he also applied to the Baroness to bring the musicians of the castle to cheer him on.

"I still think of bringing my own cheerleaders and gunmen to build momentum, I really can't underestimate it." Luo Yi muttered and agreed, anyway, there would be so many tunes back and forth from that musician, and she was tired of listening to them.

Of course, before they left, they repeatedly told them that now that they are not in good health, in order not to worry their relatives and friends, let them talk less about themselves.

In fact, this is completely overthinking, Jesco's John's mind is not on the baroness at all, what he is concerned about is the martial arts conference full of heroic spirit, as for the affairs of women, he has always been on the ear, and has no intention of bothering to find out.

Luo Yi sent the group away with a ghost fetus, pretending to be sick like this, she also had to do it as a last resort, not to mention that she did not inherit the memory of the original owner, even if she inherited, it is estimated that she will not be able to adapt to court life at this time.

Since she crossed into this world, she has been busy in the fields, doing surveys, and engaging in industry, and her original fair skin has turned into wheat, and she is going to the palace, thinking that "a red deer walks into a group of sika deer, and looks at each other I don't know how strange it is." is full of inopportuneness, and I am afraid that if I keep my mouth shut firmly, I will teach people to see the flaws!

Pretending to be sick is not a solution, but she can't think of a better way, so she can only delay it for a year first.

Fortunately, in this era, the life span of the nobles was not long, and frequent wars and competitions, as well as bloodletting and monasteries, made a large number of noble families extinct. With each passing year, fewer aristocrats knew the former baroness.

The lands of the noble families who had no heirs were repossessed by the king and then divided among those who were loyal to the king, and the royal power was strengthened by this act.

But there was one exception, the land that was given to the Church.

The church itself will neither grow old nor die, and the king will not wait for another thousand years until the church spits out the land it has been enclosed.

Although the king could control these lands indirectly by making his cronies bishops and abbots, the Church gradually became one of the largest landowners in the Kingdom of Newcastle by acquiring fiefs from the king and from the noble landowners who prayed to the gods.

And the second sons of the nobles, the soldiers who had retired from service, the king did not have enough land to settle them, so they gradually joined the church to get a piece of food and clothing, and thus strengthened the power of the church.

There are also some wandering children and knights, who have no land and are unwilling to shave their heads and become monks, so they wander everywhere, doing all kinds of evil, even the nuns of the convent, which has caused a great hidden danger to public security.

Against this background, the king and the nobles held a council, following the example of the foreign country, and made a law with each other, agreeing with each other that they would not give the church a penny of land again, lest their children and grandchildren would not have food in the future, and beg for a living from the church.

Then, the nobles and royals, who were anxious to ask the gods for children, continued to give land to the church.

And some clever ecclesiastical people, digging out of the walls of documents written hundreds of years ago in contemporary grammar and vocabulary, declared how many years ago that the land from where it had been given to such and such a monastery by the grandfather of the king's grandfather......

And, never pay taxes to the laity......

Whoever dares to collect taxes, he is not the grandson of my grandson! Thunder and thunder!

With the level of education of the king...... How can I determine the authenticity of this document?

Thus, the king's land was one less piece, and the church's land was added.

Inventing history, at times, is a very lucrative business, and it is clear to the discerning person.

As for some Chinese, following the ass of foreigners and shouting that they are not the descendants of Yan Huang, they want to say that the land handed down by Yan Huang belongs to someone else, and the civilization handed down by thousands of years of square characters is also said to be someone else's, and they can't wait to identify themselves as irrelevant outsiders, and the property at home has nothing to do with them, and they treat outsiders as orthodox heirs and invite them to their families, and send those properties into each other's arms.