The weather in the northwest is always shivering, and the snow covers the earth in layers of white, making leather boots crunch when they step on them.

"Hoo ......"

Brother Derian exhaled a white breath, even though the cold air from his thick fur coat still came in, if it weren't for the fact that he wouldn't have come to the border in such weather, enjoying the fireplace in the castle was what he should do at this time.

"Kaki Kaki ......"

The peculiar sound of the wheels rolling in the snow lifted Brother Derian's spirits, and there were not many merchants who would come to do business at this time.

Brother Derian followed the voice, it was a procession of carriages guarded by a dozen knights and dozens of retinues, such a large procession of Derian Monk immediately knew who was coming.

The bishop of the Archdiocese of Aletzd, Archbishop Sandri, an archbishop who was friendly with the Duke of Rizland, was also a high-ranking clergy in the Holy See, and this time he was the one who presided over Karl's ordination.

With such weight, it can be said that Duke Rizland has already given Carl enough face.

Brother Derian ordered the sentinels to wave Karl's eagle flag on a blue background so that Archbishop Sandri's team could see it.

The men and horses on both sides met in a few moments, and the men in the carriage lifted the curtain of the carriage, and Brother Derian saw an old face with compassion.

"This is a true servant of God!" This was the first impression of Brother Derian, after all, that countenance was so difficult to raise any unfavorable thoughts, and it seemed like a blasphemy to even think so in front of him.

"Drian, the palace minister of the Count of Dortmund, welcome to the esteemed archbishop of Dortmund." Brother Derian stooped down and saluted the old man.

Archbishop Sandri smiled happily and waved his hand, giving people the appearance of a shelf, as if this was a kind old grandfather.

But Brother Derian would not have been deceived by his appearance, and how could he be a kind-hearted and simple person who could become an archbishop of an archdiocese.

"Sir Karl Dias is amazing, and he is truly terrible, and he can take land from the infidels, which is something that His Majesty has not done." Archbishop Sandri exclaimed, this is indeed from the heart, and the young nobleman is indeed very good in his heart.

Brother Derian silently said that the current king is a king who likes war, but he is not capable, at least in military affairs, this king is a fool, and as a result, he has launched many wars and returned with a feather, which makes the dukes in the country very dissatisfied with him.

But even then it was His Majesty, not something he should discuss, Archbishop Sandri could talk about, but he couldn't.

Seeing Brother Derian's appearance, Archbishop Sandri was a little bored, shook his head, and said no more.

Okay, let's go to Dortmund Castle first. ”

The weather was cold, and Archbishop Sandri was not willing to stay under such ice and snow for a long time.

"Of course, I'll show you the way." Brother Derian nodded, turned over and mounted his horse, although he was not a knight and had not specialized in knightly skills, he was indeed a good fellow in equestrianism.

There were also a few knights out of the sentry camp, they drove their horses silently guarding both sides of the horse team, since Archbishop Sandri had arrived at their Dortmund territory, then they had to be responsible for safety, otherwise if something happened, it would be impossible to wash it by jumping into the Yellow River.

Even if it weren't, it would have sent Carl's prestige into an abyss where no one could watch him.

"Young man, can you tell me how your lord took this castle and this county?" Perhaps because the journey was boring, Archbishop Sandri took the initiative to lift the curtain and asked Derian, who was following him on horseback.

"I was rescued after the Count captured Dortmund Castle, and I didn't see the Count's might in person." Brother Derian was embarrassed.

"Is that so? Then forget it. Archbishop Sandri sighed and shook his head, visibly disappointed.

"But I've heard the rest of the castle tell me so many times, maybe I can tell you the rough outline?" Brother Derian asked, uncertain.

"Just do it, it would be good material as a story, and I think the bards would be very interested." The rare Archbishop Sandri made a little joke.

The two chatted on the way, and Brother Derian heard all the embellished versions, so that what he said was sometimes red-faced, but Archbishop Sandri listened with relish.

Archbishop Sandri could tell that most of what was said was true, and that it was sometimes a matter of avoiding the important and trivializing, which was enough for him to understand the situation.

After all, many times the glory of the nobility is basically boasted about certain things, and everyone knows it.

Especially when he heard that Karl had forcibly converted a pagan chief on the battlefield, his old face turned red, which was tantamount to throwing a beautiful woman naked and throwing it in front of a womanizer for him, the archbishop.

"Carl Díaz is a humble servant of God, and I trust that God will bless him!" Or maybe he had only come here at the request of the Duke of Rizland, but now he really wanted to crown such a young man.

The convoy of the two men went their separate ways, and the sentry standing guard watched the two leave and returned to his post, whose mission was to guard the border of Dortmund.

……

Not only Archbishop Sandri's team, but also nobles from all over the world complied with Karl's request, either sending representatives or personally attending Karl's investiture ceremony, and it would definitely be a grand ceremony for the earl to attend a count's investiture ceremony.

After all, the earl is considered a middle-level nobleman, and at this point he already has a very strong strength, although he can't say that he can be independent, but anyone who wants to burn the intrigues on him has to think about it.

Contrary to the complex mentality of the nobles, a family procession led by complete joy was slowly passing through the borders of Dortmund, and the sentinels immediately spotted them.

"This entire province ...... Since it's all my son's. "Lady Aisha is also in the team, after all, she as a mother will not be absent from this kind of big event.

"Okay, how many times have you read it along the way." Baron Dias waved his hand, and Mrs. Aisha's exclamation followed all the way, especially the closer she got to Dortmund, the more frequent her exclamation became.

"Isn't that something to marvel at? My husband, this is a whole province! A county, it's not a barony of Wilton, it's not a Sylde manor, it's a whole county! Mrs. Aisha didn't care, and it seemed to her that it was normal to lament the greatness of her son.

Baron Dias smiled dumbly, after all, a man who has experienced the battlefield, his psychological quality is more than a star and a half stronger than that of Mrs. Aisha.

"This dense forest and fertile basin ......"

The more he saw the beautiful mountains and rivers here, the more complicated Pyne's expression became at the back of the team.

"Look, Karl's men are coming to pick us up." Baron Dias pointed to the cavalry that had come out of the post in the distance, led by a knight.

They were flying Karl's banner, and the eagle on a blue background and the eagle on a red background seemed to look out for each other.

"Your Excellency Baron, I am Sylvia, the knight of the Inner Palace, Lord Earl." Sylvia dismounted and took off his hat, he didn't wear his thick chain mail today, and he wasn't fighting, he was tired from wearing it.

"I remember you, sir, but I'm not old enough to forget people at will." Baron Dias chuckled, after all, Sylvia had also supported the war in the Barony of Wilton.

Sylvia also laughed, Baron Dias was indeed an interesting person.

"I am hereby ordered by the Earl, to await your arrival, Your Excellency Baron."

"Ha, then I'll trouble you."

The cavalry and the servants immediately surrounded the carriage in which Lady Aisha was riding, like faithful servants.

Lady Aisha wept with joy, it was a good feeling, and it was hard to imagine what a second son who had nothing not so long ago could now be treated.

Pine watched the scene in silence, although there were servants approaching him, but he couldn't be happy, or he couldn't be pure happy.

"God has blessed the Dias family, but it seems that he has forgotten me." Pine shook his head and sighed inwardly, he believed in God, but he was not a person who prayed to God to do things, but now his mood was difficult to calm down.

"Sir Pine, Lord Earl is waiting for you in the castle, my sovereign says he misses the time spent drinking with you, he has prepared fine wine and a warm fireplace, and only wishes you could arrive sooner."

Sylvia saw through the thoughts of the young man in front of her, rode over to Pyne's side, and said pretending to be happy.

Pyne was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and although he knew that Sylvia's words were just something akin to comfort, he was still in a much better mood.

"Haha, I miss those days too, I hate that Carl didn't call me when he conquered here, otherwise I would have helped him kill a few more Flos!" Pine's thick laughter echoed in the snow, but luckily there were no icebergs here, otherwise Sylvia's face would have turned white.

"Please come with me, everyone."

Seeing that Pyne had been appeased, Sylvia did not stay any longer and led the team to the forefront.

Once again, the group moved slowly, this time directly to the castle, where Karl had prepared the sumptuous banquet.