The weather in the northwest is always so cold that it makes people shiver. The snowflakes in the sky cover the earth with layers of white clothes, making the leather boots make a "creep" sound when stepping on them.

"call……"

Brother Derian exhaled a breath of white breath. Even though he was wrapped in a thick fur coat, the cold air still came in. If it weren't for the seriousness of the matter, he would not have come to the border in such weather and enjoyed the fireplace in the castle.

That's what you should do at this time.

"Kachi kachi..."

The unique sound of the carriage wheels rolling on the snow refreshed Brother Derian's spirits. There were not many merchants coming to do business at this time.

Brother Derian followed the sound and looked over. It was a carriage team guarded by more than a dozen knights and dozens of retinues. With such a huge team, Brother Derian immediately knew who was coming.

Archbishop Sandry of the Archdiocese of Aletsid, an archbishop who is on good terms with the Duke of Rizland, is also a senior cleric in the Holy See, and this time he was also the one to preside over Karl's investiture ceremony.

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

Brother Derian ordered the sentry to wave Karl's blue eagle flag so that Archbishop Sandri's team could see here.

The people on both sides met in a few moments, and the people in the carriage opened the curtain of the carriage. What Brother Derian saw was an old face with compassion.

"This is a genuine servant of God!" This was Brother Derian's first impression. After all, that face was too difficult for people to have any unfavorable thoughts. In front of him, even thinking like this seemed to be a kind of blasphemy.

"The Earl of Dortmund's Chancellor, Derrian, welcomes you to the respected Archbishop of Dortmund." Brother Derian bent down and saluted the old man.

Archbishop Sandri smiled cheerfully and waved his hand in an unassuming way, as if he was a kind old grandfather.

But Brother Derian would not really be deceived by his appearance. How could he be a kind-hearted and simple person if he could become the archbishop of an archdiocese?

"Sir Carl Dias is amazing. He is truly formidable. He was able to seize land from the hands of infidels. This is something that even His Majesty the King has not done." Archbishop Sandri sighed, and he really spoke from his heart.

Sincerely, this young nobleman is truly remarkable in his heart.

Brother Derian was silent. The current king is a king who likes war, but he has no ability. At least in terms of military affairs, this king has made many mistakes. As a result, he has launched many wars but failed. Instead, he has failed.

The dukes in the country were very dissatisfied with him.

But even so, it is His Majesty the King, and it is not something he should discuss. Archbishop Sandry can talk about it, but he cannot.

Seeing Brother Derian's appearance, Archbishop Sandri felt a little bored, shook his head, and stopped mentioning it.

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 lead the way for you." Brother Derian nodded, turned over and mounted his horse. Although he was not a knight, nor had he specifically practiced the skills of a knight, he was indeed a good equestrian.

guy.

Several knights also came out of the sentry camp. They drove their war horses and silently guarded both sides of the cavalry. Now that Archbishop Sandri has arrived at their territory in Dortmund, they must be responsible for safety, otherwise if something happens, then

Even if you jump into the Yellow River, you won't be able to wash yourself away.

Even if it wasn't like that, it would have caused Karl's reputation to fall into an abyss that no one could watch.

"Young man, can you tell me how your lord captured this castle and this county?" Perhaps because of the boredom of the journey, Archbishop Sandry took the initiative to open the curtain and asked the man who was following on horseback.

Derian next to him asked.

"I was rescued after the Count captured Dortmund Castle. I didn't see the power of the Count personally." Brother Derian was a little embarrassed.

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

"But I have heard it told many times by other people in the castle. Maybe I can relay the general plot to you?" Brother Derian asked uncertainly.

"Just do that, it will be a good material for a story, and I think the bards will be very interested." Archbishop Sandry made a rare joke.

The two chatted for a while on the road. What Brother Derian heard was a modified and beautified version, so what he said sometimes made people blush, but Archbishop Sandry listened with interest.

Archbishop Sandri could tell that most of what he said was true. Sometimes he avoided the important points and chose the light. This was enough for him to understand the situation.

After all, many times the glory of a noble is basically bragging about certain things, and everyone knows it.

Especially after hearing that Karl forcibly converted a pagan chief on the battlefield, his old face turned red. To him, the archbishop, this was tantamount to stripping a beautiful woman naked and throwing her in front of a lecher.

generally.

"Carl Dias is a humble servant of God. I believe God will bless him!" In other words, he only came here because of the Duke of Rizland's request before, but now he sincerely hopes to serve such a young man.

Crowned.

The two people's motorcades went away separately. The sentry on guard watched the two people leave and then returned to his post. His mission was to guard Dortmund's border.

…

Not only Archbishop Sandry's team, but nobles from all over the country also complied with Karl's request, either sending representatives, or coming in person to participate in Karl's investiture ceremony. The earl would definitely attend the investiture ceremony of an earl.

It's a grand ceremony.

After all, the Earl is considered a mid-level noble. At this point, he has become very powerful. Although it cannot be said that he can be independent, anyone who wants to implicate him with conspiracies and intrigues must think carefully.

Different from the complicated mentality of the nobles, a family team dominated by joy was slowly crossing the border of Dortmund, and the sentries immediately discovered them.

"This entire province...since it belongs to my son." Mrs. Aisha was also in the team. After all, she, as a mother, would not be absent from such an important event.

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

"Isn't this worth marveling at? My husband, this is an entire province! A county is not the Barony of Wilton or the Manor of Sylde, it is an entire county!" Mrs. Elsa didn't care.

In her opinion, it is completely normal to lament her son's great achievements.

Baron Dias laughed dumbly. After all, he was a man who had experienced the battlefield, and his psychological quality was more than a little bit better than Lady Elsa.

"This dense forest and fertile basin..."

The more he saw the beautiful mountains and rivers here, the more complicated the expression on Pine at the back of the team became.

"Look, Carl's people are coming to pick us up." Baron Diaz pointed to the cavalry team coming out of the post in the distance. The leader should be a knight.

They were carrying Karl's flag, and the eagle on the blue background and the eagle on the red background seemed to be taking care of each other.

"Honorable Lord Baron, I am Lord Earl's knight Sylvia." Sylvia dismounted and took off his hat. Today he was not wearing his thick chainmail, and he was not

Wearing those things during the war will make you exhausted.

"I remember you sir, I'm not old enough to forget people at will." Baron Dias chuckled. After all, Sylvia also supported Baron Wilton's war effort.

Sylvia also laughed, Baron Diaz is indeed an interesting person.

"On the order of the Earl, I await your arrival from now on, noble Baron."

"Ha, I'll trouble you then."

The cavalry and retinue immediately surrounded Lady Elsa's carriage, like loyal servants.

Mrs. Elsa cried with joy. It felt so good. It was hard to imagine that this was the kind of treatment a second son who had nothing not long ago could give him now.

Pine watched the scene in front of him in silence. Although there were servants approaching him, he couldn't be happy, or he couldn't be purely happy.

"God has favored the Dias family, but seems to have forgotten me." Pine shook his head and sighed in his heart. He believed in God, but was not a person who prayed to God to do things, but now his mood was difficult to calm down.

"Sir Payne, the earl is waiting for you in the castle. My monarch said that he misses the time of drinking with you. He has prepared fine wine and a warm fireplace. He only hopes that you can arrive as soon as possible."

Sylvia saw through the thoughts of the young man in front of her, rode her horse to Pine's side, and pretended to be happy.

Pine was stunned for a moment, then smiled. Although he knew that Sylvia's words were just something akin to comfort, his mood still improved a lot.

"Haha, I miss those days too. It's a pity that Karl didn't call me when he conquered this place, otherwise I would have helped him kill a few more Flo people!" Pine's rich laughter echoed in the snow. Fortunately,

There are no icebergs here, otherwise Sylvia's face would turn pale.

"Please come with me, everyone."

Seeing that Pine had been comforted, Sylvia stopped staying and led the team to the front.

The group of people started slowly again, and this time they would arrive directly at the castle, where Karl had prepared the most sumptuous banquet.
Chapter completed!