"Are you threatening me?" The veins on the King of Jutland's forehead swelled, and the autographed letter from the Duke of Franconia was crumpled into shape in his hands.
For a moment, the Viking warriors in the field also became noisy.
"Don't dare." The knight lowered his head slightly to show respect for the other party.
"Your Majesty, I am thinking about you. I heard that many leaders are eyeing the chair behind you.
If Your Majesty is willing, Your Majesty the Duke is willing to help Your Majesty eliminate those disobedient tribal leaders.
I think His Majesty the Duke’s sincerity is quite sufficient. Now whether we are friends or enemies with His Majesty the Duke depends entirely on His Majesty’s whims.”
The face of the King of Jutland changed drastically, and he was still thinking about gains and losses.
If the Carolingian law of equal inheritance is a big pitfall, then the current Viking inheritance law, well... there is no inheritance law at all. In the true sense, the man with the strongest troops and horses is the king.
The main reason why the King of Jutland was so angry was that his son's hand was injured. This meant that his son would no longer be the most powerful warrior in the new generation of the Kingdom of Jutland. When his son succeeded to the throne
, it’s hard to say whether he can secure his position as king.
But now, it seems that the Duke wants to help him maintain stability and remove unstable factors in the Kingdom of Jutland and its surrounding areas.
This time, he was quite moved.
After all, after his son was injured, no matter how much he took revenge, it was almost impossible to restore his son's fighting ability.
But if the unsafe factors for his son's succession can be eliminated, then the loss can be recovered to the greatest extent.
In addition, the Viking tribes around the Baltic Sea have never dealt with him. It would be a good thing if they could be eradicated by the Duke of Franconia.
The King of Jutland glanced over the two boxes.
The two boxes seem to represent the two attitudes of the Duke of Franconia. One is confrontation, and it is possible that a large number of Vikings will become a new part of the pile of heads. The other is cooperation, and that is a steady stream of benefits.
How to choose? At this moment, the King of Jutland had already made a decision in his mind.
"What are you doing?" The King of Jutland glared at the Viking warriors present.
"This is an honored guest, how can you be so indifferent?"
Immediately, the King of Jutland showed a smile that was uglier than crying. With the few scars on his face caused by duels in his youth, he looked even more terrifying.
"I feel the Duke's kindness. I just got a batch of high-quality furs here a few days ago. Come on, please give fifty pieces to your Excellency the Knight as a gift to the Duke."
Hearing this, the knight also let out a long breath and smiled on his face.
Although he always looked very calm, the pressure inside was not small at all, and he was gambling with his life.
Fortunately, if I win the bet, I will be officially knighted after I return.
"Then I will be here to thank your Majesty for your kindness on behalf of the Duke."
The King of Jutland nodded and sat back in his chair.
"Hey, you're welcome. You must have worked hard all the way and didn't get much rest. Just a few days ago, my warriors caught a big fish. If you don't mind, you can taste the big fish before returning.
It just so happens that I have some more words that I would like to chat with you alone."
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"Dong dong dong", the sound of knocking on the carriage carriage sounded.
There was no response in the car.
A knight snorted coldly and threw a few pieces of black bread and a kettle into the carriage.
"elder brother!"
El watched this scene not far away, frowning.
"Why haven't you killed him? Why are you keeping him?"
Otto had briefly told El about the murder of Count Allgäu, and El also knew everything, including why Otto traveled all the way to Saxony and took him with him.
"Don't worry." Otto reached out and touched El's head. This kid has grown so fast. He is now only half a head behind him, and maybe even taller than him.
"Of course you can kill him at any time, but can he still escape?
However, as a bishop of a principality, he knows a lot of things, and I need to know these.
So, after I know this, it won't be too late to kill him.
Besides, killing him in front of his father will also make him happy, and maybe he will wake up?"
Even in Otto's previous life, this kind of vegetative state was not completely understood. It would not be a bad thing if Count Argau really woke up.
At least, I have another helper I can trust.
"Oh." El agreed unhappily, shaking his head left and right, trying to avoid Otto's palm, but failed.
"Brother, please touch my head less, so as not to make me stupid. I heard that Bud is so stupid because you liked to touch his head in the first place."
Otto couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye. What nonsense are you talking about? Bard's stupidity was discovered through touch? Just kidding, it's purely natural.
After giving El a slap on the head, Otto said angrily.
"Go, go, let's play. We're going home soon. You take people back to arrange the banquet first, and then go back to Eagle Castle and have a great feast tonight.
What did you eat during this time?
Those nobles are really wasting good food in vain!"
After saying that, Otto got up from the ground, patted his butt, and walked straight to the carriage.
Otto knocked lightly on the carriage carriage.
"Archbishop Jason, we are about to arrive in Aargau. I wonder if Archbishop Jason has anything to say? It's taken so long that he should have figured it out."
There was still a long silence in the carriage, and if you looked carefully, you could hear some chewing sounds.
Otto was not surprised that the people in the carriage did not respond. This was not the first time for similar scenes and conversations along the way.
He didn't care and continued talking on his own.
"I heard that you raised a little boy and named it after me? That's great, that's great. Do you hate me so much?"
"Let me think about it, I really should hate me for spoiling your plan in Saxony."
"Hey, how did you teach this little boy's special quirk? I'm really curious. Why do so many nuns keep an eye on the little boy if they don't do anything about it? Your Excellency, Archbishop, can you give me an answer?
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"Why are you still silent? Let me remind you that you were not on my territory before, so I have always been more restrained with you.
This is coming to my territory soon, so be careful."
"Okay, you are worthy of being an archbishop. This demeanor is worth learning from me.
It just so happens that I am going to open a brothel in Argau to collect information. It seems that there are quite a few people with strange habits like the archbishop.
I don’t know if the identity of a former church bishop will excite those people.”
"Good guy, I won't really satisfy you... It's okay. I always repay evil with kindness. This kind of good thing will come to your advantage."
"Okay, that's all for today. Don't worry, this is your last day to eat black bread. You won't have to eat this anymore. There are other things you like more... Uh hehe...
Damn it, why do I feel like a pervert?
Don’t talk anymore, think about it yourself, I’ll leave first.”
After chattering for a while, Otto was ready to leave.
In the carriage, a weak but powerful voice came out.
"Count Otto, you have gone too far!"
In an instant, Otto's face showed a satisfied smile.