Adisha was choked by these words, and Olan continued, I sympathize with your experience, but there is something that needs to be resolved between us. "
Oran looked at Adisha's face. Even though she was tired from running all the way, she still looked good, enough to drive some men crazy!
"Madam, are you cold? Otherwise, please take off the red cloak. I have a stove here and it should be very warm."
"My clothes are a little damaged. It might be rude to take them off. Can you give me time to change and talk to you again?"
"I said, take your coat away." Oran raised his eyebrows and raised his voice.
"grown ups!"
Adisha felt this was an insult and replied, "As a noble, I should be treated with formal courtesy."
"Shut up!"
After Oran finished speaking, his body twitched, then he took out his mouthkerchief and wiped it on his mouth, staining it a little red.
This body is too weak...
The bonfire in the house flickered, and the wind that came from nowhere blew the flames into chaos.
After Olan wiped the corners of his mouth, he said harshly, "Noble?"
"Noble!" Adisha straightened her body, chest rising and falling, and faced Oran.
"It's a joke. You were afraid of the Vikings and abandoned your territory. That castle has been divided up, and your relatives and brothers were killed by the Vikings. You are just an empty shell now. You can sit down because of my courtesy to you.
You have to remember that I am different from my father. Besides, you still owe me a sum of silver coins. "
"What silver coins? I have never traded with your territory."
"My memory is so bad, noble! A group of Vikings entrenched in the northern region once attacked your territory. In order to protect yourself, you negotiated with several lords at the same time, paid military expenses, and used your own marriage as the price. In the end, it was me. Father won the battle, and he also sent troops to help you, so you should fulfill your obligations."
"But I was still taken away by the Vikings. Since it failed, this matter should..."
"No matter who takes you away, you must pay the fee. I will give you a courtesy without any interest. There were forty people killed and injured in my territory at that time, so just four hundred pounds of silver. Give it to me and you will be free."
"You are crazy, Oran Vijay!"
"Insulting the lord, then double it, eight hundred. Listen, I am the most noble in County Durham. You, a rude woman, have a face for nothing, you are really stupid."
Adisha's teeth were trembling with anger. All the nobles and Vikings she had met before would be fascinated by her.
Then they said a few soft words. In order to maintain their gentlemanly demeanor, they all maintained a certain degree of courtesy, but Olan, a young boy, dared to treat himself like this!
"Repay the money, or I can sell you, or if you can please me, you can stay for a few days."
"I know, it's been a long time since we last met, you're joking with me."
Adisha coughed twice and wanted to bring the topic back, but Olan said directly, "Take her down and wash up!"
After the woman was forcibly taken away, Olan called Mi'er, patted her back, and drank some unpleasant-smelling herbs.
If this is a game, the memories of sixteen years of experience are so real at this time.
If this is a reality, panel data reminds you that you can conquer territories and survive in this weird way.
Reality and illusion are intertwined, and Olan's heart is suspicious and sensitive, arbitrary and stubborn.
After Adisha was taken away, Olan was not idle. He returned to the lord's study and selected a "noble genealogy" from it.
This is a thick book recorded on parchment, which records the genealogy of the nobles in the Seven Kingdoms era.
Oran read the information about the "Kingdom of Wessex" and looked at it.
The current crest of the king's family is a "gold cross on a blue background", with the same golden flying snakes on the top, bottom and left and right of the cross.
But the information recorded above is not the information of the current king "Ethelred".
It was his father, the noble wolf Aethelwulf (who existed as the local monarch from 839 to 858 AD).
"Ethelwulf" created the largest territory in Wessex and married the daughter of the southern Frankish king.
He established a very high prestige, but he was overly devout in his faith and even went to Rome on a personal pilgrimage, damaging the country's wealth and donating one-tenth of his wealth to the church.
He defeated two large-scale invasions by the Vikings, and his reputation was extremely high among the military aristocracy.
A powerful founder of the kingdom.
Oran also took out some of the letters his father had with the nobles during his lifetime and read them to get to know Æthelred better.
Æthelred is the fourth son of the Noble Wolf (the first three sons died early and inherited the throne of his elder brother), and he is twenty-seven years old this year.
The evaluation mentioned by Oran's father was, "This boy inherited the laziness and piety of Æthelwulf in his later years, and he was completely confused in terms of personal strategy.
But the other younger son, 'Alfred', is polite, knowledgeable, and has wise eyes. As Æthelred's financial controller, he may be the future leader of the world..."
Alfred?
Savior?
These two comments made Olan very interested. After reading the information about this family, Olan put the letter away.
Then he picked up the map and looked at the information on the two remaining barons in County Durham.
This year's first conquest target is West, who is in his sixties. Baron Moore.
His territory is slightly smaller than his own, and the number of soldiers is about 50 to 70% of his own.
When Olan's father was young, West's strength was stronger than his own territory, but today, the gap between the two sides is getting wider and wider.
It can be seen that West has basically no ambition to make progress.
The other one is Dasif. Baron Canaan, a two-year-old baby with bare buttocks, crying and sucking milk.
Just put West. Eradicate Moore, and use some tricks to get Ella's support, and Durham will soon be his own.
"How do we do this?"
Oran looked at each stronghold on the rough map, trying to associate the name, likes, fears, and goals of each lord.
"You don't need to think about Dasf Canaan. Last year, they were severely robbed by a group led by the Viking 'Boneless Man'. A large number of their relatives died in the battle, so this child can take over. Unless I attack them, otherwise Their force can only defend.
West, the old guy, wants to get Adisha, and Ella also wants to get Adisha..."
Find out what the enemies have in common and defeat them.
After Oran figured it out, he put away the map with satisfaction and returned to the bedroom.
There are some potted plants and murals in the now monotonous house.
And the window to the outside is enlarged. As long as it comes in the morning, the free gifts from the sun will fill the entire lord's bedroom, full of warmth, and will not be covered up by various castle odors.
Not long after Olan sat down, today it was Mi'er's turn to come in. She skillfully helped Olan change her clothes, but it was far from bedtime because there was another guest, Adisha, who had not yet entered.
Mi'er served Oran as usual, with no sign of unwillingness on her face.
Commoners cannot compete with nobles. The noble blood in nobles' bodies is better than any good-looking body. What's more, Sir Adisha is obviously more popular with men than herself.
Olan closed his eyes to rest. When the door was pushed open, two older maids helped Adisha enter.
Or holding her hostage.
After Adisha dressed up again, she could only be described as radiant.
The body is filled with a fragrance, which comes from her body fragrance.
But the more beautiful a woman is, the more she deceives others, and the more attractive her body is, the more poisonous she is.
"How many lovers have you had?" Olan asked directly and bluntly.
Adisha calmed down the anger in her heart and said, "The church said that women should be loyal, and these words are burned into my mind."
"So you can't count them?"
Olan's contemptuous eyes made Adisha even more angry, and her chest heaved violently, but she had to keep her emotions stable under the eaves.
Her lips were biting red, and Olan's body ached again, and he said coldly, "Kneel down."
