September 14 of the first year of the Mandate of Heaven.

The former Wessex Nolan City, one of the largest barns in the South, fell this morning.

The halls of the new conquest were crowded after night.

The victor is like a rooster with his chest high and his voice is loud, while the defeated are penniless, and even if there is their place on the field, there is only a corner to live in.

The scene is divided into two factions,

The bishops in the first row sat around the long patchwork tables, dressed in various robes.

The brightest of the colors was the red robe, which was worn only by the Archbishop of England, and the host of this table was Archbishop Ulf.

The Seven Kingdoms are gone, and the Archbishop has two of them, but Ulf believes that by tomorrow summer, the Cardinal will be the only one left.

The local county bishop wears a red robe, but with a white sleeved robe, white and red in the countryside, which is of a lower rank.

The monk needs to restrain his desires, so the face seems calm,

Yet, in every man's heart was a well-felt sense of instilling the Protestant faith in his enemies.

"The mission has come, the destiny has come, and this feast will allow us to bring the Divine Doctrine to the unbelievers, to redeem them, to redeem the sinners."

A county bishop lifted up a silver cup, and the red water in the cup was like blood.

They invaded the south and were about to brainwash and even control.

The five-year-old saint beside the archbishop was carried down by the servants.

After Joan of Arc was killed by Oran, she created a reincarnated saintess, forged a second-generation heir, and perfected the mechanism, so that each subsequent generation of saints could only be appointed by the patriarch of the Vijay family.

The function of this saint is to be a marionette, and wherever the king of the Celestial Dynasty hits, she will show false miracles.

But today the monks have a show, and they drove her back to bed early and let the nuns take care of her.

The light passed to each other in the eyes of the monks

"It is because we are righteous believers that we will always be victorious, and I will bow down at my feet today and for all eternity."

The singing of merit and virtue in the first row made the mood of the second row high.

They were knightly soldiers who actually fought, and immediately after their victory, a longing for the land poured out.

How much grain does one acre of land need, how many cattle do you need to cultivate ten acres of land, how much labor does it cost to 100 acres of land, and what honor can a thousand acres of land bring?

They talked about their future expectations, and the smile on their lips did not fall.

"The sword is immortal, the sword is immortal!"

Oran's immortal sword is now the first sword in England, and the family motto is something that all English knights must remember.

"Create an immortal kingdom and conquer the end of the world!" Someone shouted high.

Where is the end of the world?

Now everyone knows, the East, the land where silk produces tea.

Fill my eagle banner with Seris (Oriental for Oriental).

Let the Don fall under our longbow.

Drink Dorma urine, and the knights dare to say anything.

Really start a war, with the current population strength of the British Celestial Empire.

The elite Tang Huaixi Town Legion can plant the Great Britain again.

The Son of Heaven's Divine Command Army is in full swing, and the Knights Hospitaller in Megatron Britain will be shattered to pieces.

"I captured a knight's banner this time."

"What is this, my half-handed sword has slashed three people, and on my booty, there are five ears with blood preserved in salt."

"Phew, is the war over? I can kill ten more, no, fifteen."

The people at both tables boasted that they thought differently, but they converged.

The Emperor of the Mandate of Heaven is the god of all, and his territory should not be so small.

A band was improvised and powdered to start playing,

The Hundred Eagles and the Phoenix were partially played, but there was no dance, and some knights said it was too ugly.

The cheers grew louder and louder, tearing down the roofs.

In any joy, there will be suffering.

The servants were busy in the corners, looking at the abundance of food on the table, but it was difficult to taste it.

Hungry, they could only pray that the nobles would reward them with a few mouthfuls of food

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The defeated nobles looked melancholy, and the food in front of them was tasteless.

Ulf has a sweet tooth, and his table was filled with a large bucket of honey, and he went to fetch it, and threw the golden honey on the lamb chops.

The crispy swan and fish roasted are fragrant with herbs.

All the fruits you can find are served on the table, from sweet and sour grapes to ruddy berries,

These things are mixed on top of the lamb chops and greatly stimulate the taste buds.

Saliva secretion, chewing constantly, this taste is too sacred!

But only eating, and a little less interesting, Ulf was very jubilant at the banquet, got up and clapped his hands, told everyone to stop, and then with a solemn expression, swept over every nobleman and monk present.

Some people were puzzled, and the ministers were nervous.

"The celebration continues, bring people in."

Ulf, who is obsessed with lust, was ridiculed as having countless bastards from King's Landing to London,

And when this gift appeared, it confirmed his absurdity.

Passionate voice, uttering shameless words.

Three noble ladies dressed in monk's robes were brought to the banquet hall.

Each of them is like the serpent (Eve) in the Garden of Eden, whose appearance has been groomed and dressed.

But the eyes are empty, and under the hollow, there is only endless fear.

The monk who brought them up warned in his ear: "Your husbands and relatives are all dead in battle, you are ruined women, you have become criminals or have been reborn, and this is the night of the show."

The ropes that bound them were untied, and the trio were driven to the middle stage, where the musicians stopped playing.

With a wave of his hand, Ulf made the crowd greedily come closer to admire, and then shouted, "These pure and weak souls have suffered deeply, and you have the privilege of being blessed witnesses.

Now, let's auction them up to the highest bidder to show our endless loyalty to the present!"

Silence is the best way to cope, and everyone has a wonderful face, whispering, and confused.

The archbishop's personality began to emerge in the hearts of the people.

Where did this come from, the ninth-rate Greek drama unfolded?

The nobles were stunned, and the servants were even more frightened, for fear that there would be strange programs, such as whipping the servants.

The Vikings did this when they invaded, and they were humble and defenseless.

The atmosphere of the banquet became gloomy and heavy, and the food began to be bitter.

But it was only short-lived, when one of the monks shouted, "Five silver coins, take off the burqa from your head."

The accused noble girl forced a smile, and finally gave a provocative look to do so,

The Seven Senses of Bullshit Knight, I will do the right thing, and I will not let the unrighteous cause of misfortune be left behind by everyone.

Someone raised the price, took off their shoes, and raised the hem of their clothes!

The shouting bid code is getting higher and higher, and the savage and roughness in their hearts are beginning to let go.

Ulf is very satisfied, this is called a banquet, corrupt these people, buy these people, who can compete with him for the position of archbishop in the future?

A saint can be reincarnated, but the archbishop should let a family continue it!

Generations have been in his blood,

Just like the distant Crescentists, there is no prophetic bloodline, they are believed in and hold high power.

This was Ulf's new ambition and began to act on it.

If Oran saw this scene, he would directly cut off his head, saying that he was killed violently.

But man's desires are endless, and he himself is mad and cruel, let alone his subordinates.

"Take off the long one, eighteen pounds!"

If the three women want to say that they are good to see the extreme, then they don't, but in this state of competition, the excitement of men's competition keeps popping up, and this game is really fun.

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At the same time, the Flying Serpent Army, which had surrendered to the town in defeat, was led by Aku, and showed its fangs on the outskirts.

Replace them with dignity!

Twenty days later, a portrait of Ulf, who was tied up in bed and chained to a pig, was sent to King's Landing.

The name is to be exchanged for the princess.

Just to get a woman back? Useless.

Orlan crushed the letter, took the princess, and led three hundred men south overnight.

On the way, he shared a car with the princess and behaved intimately (he forcibly did it).

When they approached the border of the two armies, rumors about the princess were flying all over the sky, and Orlan didn't touch her, but people spread around, and he and the princess had ***.

Even during the first negotiation with the envoy, the British envoy repeated Oran's words: "I will not forget the beautiful night with whom I spent today."

The vernacular is: I slept with your mother-in-law!

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