Sals followed Olan throughout the whole journey and saw that the latter wanted to make up poetic legends to brag about himself.
It would be best to decide that the Eagle Lord is hopelessly arrogant.
Such people cannot stand failure and will become more cruel and have obvious weaknesses.
A humble and patient monarch like the Crown Prince may seem hesitant, but in reality it is difficult to shake his belief.
But Olan will change his position at any time due to interests.
At the Sein Conference that year, he was forced to surrender to Princess Hai'an. Later, Oran successfully made a comeback.
Sals was afraid, and one day Olan thought he was useless and killed himself.
For this reason, he fully embraced the dark side of Oran and did one disgusting thing after another.
The nobles privately called themselves: the Welsh Serpent.
Even Oran's lover is afraid of herself.
It was like a king's urinal. It was easy to use. One day, the king felt that the urinal was too broken. No matter how he cleaned it, it still smelled like urine.
It will be broken.
He didn't believe that Olan would let him go and continue to pave the way back.
He put a lot of effort into bribing the Watcher Legion this time, hoping to gain favor by doing so.
Then ask for a large fiefdom, build a team, and look for opportunities to divide the Oran camp...
The team continued to retreat eastward until midnight, where it stopped.
Sals volunteered in the middle, went to the other side to guard, and separated from the Oranben team.
When it was time to set up camp, he took out the fire folder, leaned under a big rock, and began to write a letter from Princess Vayne of Mercia.
The Mercian court has been infiltrating the Oran side, and some nobles directly rejected it, such as Nanding and Kunsang.
Some nobles remained neutral and accepted the gift but refused to let go and did not behave in any harmful way.
Rurad, Ulf.
For the sake of confidentiality and safety, every time he contacted Mercia, he always went by the way, and the attendants he brought with him were never the same.
Meet the princess without leaving a letter to avoid being betrayed by Mercia.
Be careful and avoid Oran's surveillance.
I just learned about Oran and Gusrum’s overall plan today.
After the failure of the Welsh incident, he changed his mind about developing secretly.
I want to inform Mercia that if they can completely defeat Ragnar before July, they can take advantage of Oran while it is still in the south.
Seize him and divide Northumbria.
When working with an upright lord like the Crown Prince, you will never be afraid of stabbing someone in the back.
Moreover, the noble man is just missing, and there is no news yet.
If he could come back, the crown prince would still be in trouble.
Salles believed that Mercia would have the final say in Britain for decades to come.
He decided to put his bets all-in.
Princess Vivian had agreed that if he could create a great power, Northumbria would establish a great uncle country and be ruled by him.
Thinking of this woman who slept with all the great nobles of Mercia, Sals left a fiery and provocative sentence.
But when he was halfway through writing the secret message.
There were footsteps not far away, and thirty people came over carrying torches.
The flames illuminated the person's terrifying and rude face.
Face full of flesh.
It's Tuman the Rat and Otha the Wild Boar.
"Lord Sals, your Excellency has asked me to help you set up a bonfire and keep a watch."
Then Tuman counted the number of people, and Olan explained how many people Sals had brought to leave the team, and how many people there were here at this moment.
No one should be missing.
Sals could only crush the letter and secretly throw it into the bonfire.
...
When Nanamp and Taitan learned about the church, they discussed with each other on the way back.
Then after setting up camp, he came from Southampton to see Oran.
"In the past, you all asked Nanding to persuade me. Why don't you call him today?"
"Sir, if we can save some money, we won't need so much gold and silver to write this book.
The material support you agreed to today is too much. You also gave away the fiefdom of a hundred households around the church.
Give it all to this Martin as a future subsidy, this is really too..."
"Alfred's man named Axel, isn't he going to flatter him and write a biography of the Great Emperor?"
"Before the noble man disappeared, he also wrote a family biography (Kings of Britain) in the court?"
"I spend some money, and you think I'm too proud?"
Olan asked three questions in succession, but Nanamp did not respond immediately, expressing his agreement.
“Everyone praises Charlemagne, but does it depend on force?
What the monks said about him, the protector of God’s faith!
Do you know how many works of Latin literature he sponsored?
One hundred and thirty-five!
How many colleges have been built?
From the capital Aachen to Provence in the south, there are twenty-five universities.
He established a palace counselor system and recruited specialized cultural talents.
Some of his knights were drunk, some were cruel, but they were all praised and respected.
Those who accepted his support wrote a biography of him and passed it down from generation to generation. As time goes by, the people will miss him more and more.
Maybe one day, he will no longer be just Frank's father, but will be called the father of Europa.
Literature is an art form that expresses thoughts, emotions and experiences.
Those sea wolves in the north, listening to the saga poems praising adventurers,
Imagining that the West has endless treasures besides the ocean,
Brain words ignite desire.
Round after round of invasions,
Who now remembers that Raghuna is a farmer’s son?
How many Welsh warriors did Arthur inspire, and how many knights regarded it as the standard of life?
How many people are there in the Seven Kingdoms of Unsa now?
There are so many languages and systems.
So many incompetent kings.
I want to unify, gather everyone's beliefs, pronounce the same pronunciation, and write the same words.
Expand my reputation.
This book writes about the glory of my family and the glory of my martial arts.
Chronicle of the Eagle? King of Oran?
You can call it anything, but you need to use the new words that I created and integrated.
So give Martin so many people.
I want the day when nobles no longer take pride in writing Latin and Frankish,
From north to south, the scale conversion system is the same, the coins used are the same, the punishment and reward systems are the same.
A new and great England,
Whoever dares to mess with me, I will kill him and his entire family,
I not only want to write a biography, I also want to distort history..."
Oran's tone became more and more urgent, and he said whatever came to his mind.
Nan Anpu was speechless.
Then he was surprised to find that Your Excellency, who doesn't like to drink, took the initiative to call the servant to get some wine.
Oran took off his shirt, revealing a new scar.
No matter how careful you are, it is difficult not to get hurt when you are on the first battlefield.
On his arm, there was a new scar as long as a snake, as well as the previous injury.
It's been raining for the past few days, and the new wound is starting to hurt.
It hurt so much that he had to use strong alcohol to anesthetize him, and even secretly took the Viking poison Mogu to relieve the pain...
Nanamp finally understood why Olan sometimes talked to himself recently and said he felt dizzy and aching.
Olan's strength made those who knew about it afraid to resist, and the amount of medication began to increase.
Just like how he used alcohol and drugs to control Jeanne, once he doesn't stop, he will become addicted to alcohol.
"Find me a woman!"
When Oran shouted, the crown prince's aunt, who had been taken along, cooperated and used, came over.
She took off the monk's robe that was hidden from others and looked at Ao Lan, a little nervous.
Then he took the hot herbs from the monk and presented them carefully.
"Sir, it's time to drink medicine."
"You whore wants to harm me..."
Under harassment from the Voice of Christ, Olan turned over the medicine.
Then he took hold of the knight's sword and prepared to kill someone.
Nanding comes immediately, otherwise Oran will...
Olan sweated on his forehead, controlled his breathing, and endured the worst pain until daybreak without even touching a drop of wine.
The voice of Christ has finally subsided.
