Huerta has almost had enough of those six-timers.
They stank all over and smelled like they hadn't showered in years, but that wasn't the point. The most terrible thing was that these sloppy guys were too lazy to solve their urination and defecation problems in the camp.
When Herta woke up from the blanket he had spread on the fallen leaves this morning, he was surprised to find a disgusting thing so close to his face, which made him retching.
When he put away the blanket, he realized that the camp that was clean before going to bed last night was now a mess. Tools, cooking utensils, dishes, and even uneaten food were scattered on the ground, accompanied by feces and urine everywhere. Herta just wanted to escape from these disgusting guys, but without their protection. Can't go anywhere.
"I would rather hire a few savage pagan North pirates than hire these filthy damn southerners!" Huerta muttered quietly and returned to her carriage to check if anything was missing. .
He carries valuables such as jewelry and a sword for self-defense, and his food and tools are placed on the carriage. What he wants to check is whether these southerners took advantage of him while he was sleeping in the carriage last night. Steal something.
Sure enough, he found that the jerky strips Fat Tina prepared for him were missing a few pieces. His expression became distorted, and he thought to himself, this is not a group of guards, this is simply a group of scoundrels!
He was right. These people were originally idlers in a village in the Principality of Swabia. They were later expelled from their hometown for stealing.
In order to earn a living, these scoundrels started working as mercenaries. Of course, if there were websites and review software at this time, they would undoubtedly be one of the mercenaries with the most negative reviews in the kingdom.
"Hey, which one of you stole my food?" Huerta held up the linen he held the food in and shouted angrily to the crew members who were still lying lazily in the camp.
No response.
Even if a stone is thrown into the water, it will cause splashes and ripples, but this group of thugs seems to be a bottomless hole, and nothing can be heard even if something is thrown in.
After Herta repeated her words again, a bearded mercenary said lazily: "Save it, none of us stole your food. Maybe you ate too much and then forgot about it." This matter now rests on our shoulders.”
"I'm a tavern owner, brother, and I deal with numbers and calculations every day," Huerta almost laughed angrily. He said incredulously, "I can't have counted wrong. I was counting before going to bed last night." There were ten strips of meat, but now there are only six!”
"Maybe they didn't want to be eaten by you, so they grew legs and escaped in the dark. Who knows?" The bearded man frowned and rolled his eyes at Herta, as if to warn him to stop there.
Herta wanted to use the rudest and filthiest words he knew to pour out on these scoundrels, but he would still have to use them on this dangerous journey, so he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He came down and then waved his hand, indicating that he no longer cared about it.
The bearded traveler showed a victorious smile. He smiled at his companion who was also resting beside him and said: "I just like to travel with such generous and careless businessmen, hahahahaha!"
Herta's face, which had just calmed down, turned dark again. He was now 100% sure who had stolen his strips of meat.
"These scum!" he cursed unwillingly, while holding the food bag tightly to his chest. He decided to sleep in the carriage tonight, even though it would be very uncomfortable.
Behind a lush bush in the distance, little Klein couldn't help laughing.
This was one of the few entertainments he had during these days of surveillance. Six scoundrels disgusted a cowardly businessman. This was simply more exciting than a stage play performed by a clown. ……………………
In the Lord's Castle in the town of Dusseldorf, a squire wearing a green tunic passed through three doors, passed in front of six well-equipped guards holding spears, and finally came to Amadeus, Duke of Cologne. bedroom.
"My lord, Lord Winter, Baron Fancombe, has arrived."
"Really? Let him in quickly."
The Duke of Cologne wore a white pajamas and held
With a glass of good wine. His lady was in the garden, and Winter, as his friend and spymaster, had nothing to hide.
After a while, Winter appeared at the door of the Duke's bedroom.
"What are you waiting for? Come in, my friend!" The Duke of Cologne raised his wine glass to Winter and winked at the maid aside, who quickly held the wine bottle and filled it with another glass of wine. , then stepped forward with the cup and handed it to Winter.
"Long time no see, my lord," Winter pursed her chapped lips, took a sip from the wine glass, "Did your trip to Dresden go well?"
"Of course," Duke Cologne put down his glass, "but the news I brought back is not that good."
"A general attack by the Magyars?"
"Yes, and unfortunately, the news is solid."
"Oh, God," Winter crossed himself, "I hope we can get through this!"
"I hope so. If all the nobles in the kingdom can unite, the Magyars will definitely not be able to defeat us." Although these words were very exciting, the tone of Duke Cologne's words was very depressed.
"The problem is that some people are unwilling to send troops?" Baron Winter guessed the result and asked directly.
"That's right," Duke Cologne waved his hand, "the ones who don't want to send troops are still those old guys - Duke Dirk of West Frisia, Duke Conrad of Franconia, Duke Hanulf of Bavaria and Swarovski Ben Duke Herman.”
"What's their reason for not sending troops?"
"There are many reasons, and there are many rhetoric. Each of their reasons sounds very reasonable, but I have seen through them. They just know that King Heinrich will not live long, and they are preparing to conserve their strength and start civil strife after the king's death. Then he raised Prince Tankmar to the throne of king.”
"These lawless guys," Baron Winter said bitterly, "In my opinion, what we should do in this difficult period is to jointly resist foreign enemies. Prince Otto should know about this, right?"
"Of course he knows. Those old tribal principalities have been asking King Heinrich for more power. In the eyes of those arrogant grand dukes, they and the king are actually equal. Who Nor is he nobler than anyone else. For the sake of the nominal unity of the entire country and to resist the attacks of the infidels, the king has been making compromises and concessions over the years."
"And the appetites of greedy snakes and scorpions will never be satisfied." Baron Winter agreed.
"You are right." The Duke of Cologne drank the wine in one gulp. The maid holding the flask stepped forward to refill another glass for him. "Prince Otto is undoubtedly a strong person. If he, as Heinrich, If the heir appointed by the king takes over, the good days of these dukes will be over."
"However, according to the law of eldest son succession, his older brother, Prince Tankermar, seems to be more qualified to inherit the throne." Baron Winter reminded.
"Having said that, I personally think that King Heinrich's choice on the issue of the successor to the throne was rational. Prince Tankmar can be an excellent warrior and general, while Prince Otto is thoughtful, happy and angry. After all, he is the one more suitable to be the king."
"The atmosphere in the king's court seems to be getting more and more tense." Baron Winter said thoughtfully.
"Yes, during this trip to Dresden, I can clearly feel the separation between the two parties. One group of people is on the side of Prince Tankmar, and the other group is on the side of Prince Otto."
"And you will still support Prince Otto as always?"
"Yes, he is my friend. His success in becoming a duke is also due to his contribution. I will support him without a doubt. By the way, during my absence, what happened in the principality? ?"
"The daughter of Count Lange and Count Wolfe successfully married, and the alliance between Baron Simon and the other four barons was successfully concluded..." Baron Winter said with his chin in his hand.
"This is nothing new. Have you received my gift Lange?" Duke Cologne stood up from the chair, returned to the bed, and lay down comfortably.
"He received it, but he didn't seem too happy about it."
"Oh?" Mr. Cologne
Jue's eyebrows were raised, looking a little displeased, "Does he think the blessing of Tremisis gold coins is too cheap for his noble wedding?"
"No, no, my lord," Baron Winter shook his head, "He just regrets that you failed to attend his wedding in person, or in other words, he feels that he has been slighted by you."
"This idiot," the Duke of Cologne scolded angrily, "am I going to let Prince Otto feel my arrogance by declining Prince Otto's invitation because of his damn wedding? God, that is the legal right of the future German Kingdom. king!"
"The guard you were responsible for delivering the gifts at that time has explained the reasons for your absence as much as possible, but..." Baron Winter paused at the right time, and his incitement made the Duke of Cologne even more angry with Count Lange.
"You don't need to say anything, I understand," Duke Cologne breathed out and narrowed his eyes, "Count Lange may have thought that he would be powerful after forming an in-law alliance with Count Wolfe, and he would not be afraid of anyone. Right? Ha, very good, I can definitely say that this time I will definitely follow the king to conquer the pagan army, and my two earls, with the grace of the Lord, will naturally do their best as a Christian, Bring the most soldiers to the battle!"
"Let the two counts consume a wave of troops. It is best that the strength of the count alliance will be equal after the war and reach a delicate balance point." Baron Winter said the next sentence silently in his heart.
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