The neat and smooth chessboard is clear in black and white. A king carved from stone stands solemnly. Opposite him is a knight represented by a horse head. The two sides seem to be in a confrontation.
"Dear Princess, if you keep staring at my king, you won't be able to see the whole situation clearly." Isaac smiled, picked up his queen, and knocked away the princess's knight with a slash attack.
"No more, how can I be a man's opponent." The princess shook her head helplessly. She leaned on the back of her chair, looking unhappy.
Isaac looked at the princess in front of him. Although her face was covered with a veil, her beauty and intelligence could not be concealed in any way. She was an intelligent and noble woman.
However, the domestic violence of the King of Cornwall cast a shadow on her face. This is an extremely sad thing, but as a woman, especially a woman under Catholic doctrine, even if she is a princess, she cannot To escape this fate.
"A wise man like you should have a way to get a poor woman out of trouble!" The princess picked up her knight and said to Isaac with a pun in her words.
"It depends on your choice, Your Highness." Isaac was so smart that he immediately understood what the princess meant. He took back the eaten knight from the princess's hand and put it in the box next to him. , the more anxious he became in his heart, but on the surface he became extremely calm.
The princess knew that she couldn't be anxious. After all, what she was going to talk about next was very dangerous. If anyone knew about it, their fate would be to stay in the dungeon, but the princess already felt that her patience had reached the limit.
"I'll tell you the truth, what do you want to help me?" The princess took off her veil, revealing her beautiful face and the dark marks at the corners of her eyes. Such flaws not only did not affect her beauty, but instead had a A strange charm.
"I understand, then let's start by telling me something about His Majesty the King of Cornwall!" Isaac pondered for a moment. He had already seen the princess's heart clearly. She really hated the King of Cornwall, and maybe he Being able to make a little use of this emotion is like pushing a ball gently on a steep slope. As long as it is pushed at the right angle, it can generate great power.
At this time, Ulf was also actively beginning to consolidate his rights in the Netherlands. As a Norseman who occupied the magpie's nest, he knew that his legal principles were not enough to gather the remaining vassals of Jarl in the Netherlands, but he There are two advantages that no one else can match. One is that he has the wife and legal heir of Dutch Jar in his hands. The other is that the two vassals of Dutch Jar never thought that a group of North pirates They were actually able to capture Haarlem Castle.
"Boom~~." Two fast horses galloped out of the castle. They carried an order from the Dutchess, asking their vassals, the Earl of Holland and the Earl of East Friesland, to come to Haarlem to serve the Dutchess.
"Will they listen?" The messenger Ange, who was standing on the city wall and watching the retreat, asked Ulf.
"I don't know, but I can test who will resist us." Ulf didn't take it seriously. Of course he knew that these two earls would not succumb to them easily. He sent the envoy just to find out their background. , if they refuse to be loyal, Ulf will have an excuse to destroy them.
"So that's it." Ange thought thoughtfully. Sometimes she really didn't understand why Ulf, a Norseman from Northern Europe, had so many tricks. Maybe Ulf was really like the legendary warrior Wu Like a Bone Man, full of cunning and changeableness like Loki.
"Where are the imprisoned courtiers? I want to see them." Ulf touched his chin. He must first settle down before going abroad. He wants to recover the Dutch courtiers. If there are possible rebels, , that would be very tricky.
In the warehouse of a castle, there were originally piles of straw and goods, but at this time, the nobles in the palace were sitting listlessly on the hay inside. Some of them began to look out of the windows impatiently, and wanted to take a look. Windows, however, come at great risk.
"Well, have you finished reading? What exactly did you see?" A courtier of the Dutch court sat on the neck of another man. The two of them were stacked up to reach the narrow window. It was difficult to support the lower body. People couldn't help but ask.
"Let me take another look." The courtier of the Dutch court was sweating profusely. He opened the window and looked hard. He saw several North warriors dragging out a corpse from the door of the fortress, which had been hit by arrows. The body that was shot was slightly deformed, like a torn linen bag, but the identity of the deceased could be seen from his clothes.
"It's the bishop. The bishop was brutally killed." The courtier said in horror.
"What, uh~~." The people below were shocked when they heard this. At this time, he also exhausted all his strength. The two of them fell on the haystack, and the others quickly gathered around.
"You mean the bishop was killed."
"Oh, God!"
"Damn, I should have gotten out of here."
"Shut up, we are the courtiers of Jarre in the Netherlands, and we should swear allegiance to Jarre."
"But he died, and we fell into the hands of the savage Norse."
The courtiers began to accuse each other. Among them were Dutch, civilians from Swabia, and nobles from Lombardy. They usually had grudges with each other.
"Clang, crunch." At this moment, they heard the sound of the lock outside opening, and then the door opened. The quarrelrs stopped. Their eyes were full of panic, because it was not time to eat anymore. time, and opening the door at this time is likely to mean that someone is about to be executed.
"Well." Ulf pushed open the warehouse door and smelled a sour smell. Because these people had no way to leave, they were eating, drinking and eating in the warehouse, which made the smell inside very unpleasant.
"Damn it stinks, I'll just kill them if I don't mind." Vargas followed Ulf, frowned and slapped them with his palm before saying.
"Let them all come out!" Ulf also frowned and ordered the North warrior guarding him. Then he walked to the open space outside the warehouse, where the air was much fresher.
The Dutch court officials were brought out at a loss. They had followed the Dutch Jarl for many years and had already learned the Nordic language. From Ulf's demeanor and tone, they felt that the other party did not seem to have any ill intentions, and they felt this in their hearts. Relax a little. Compared to being killed like a bishop, being able to survive is already pretty good.
"We have all met before, but it was still at the banquet. It's a pity that I have to fight with Dutch Jarl. This can only be said to be the will of the gods." Ulf looked at the embarrassed courtiers. They said slowly to them.
The Dutch courtiers lined up and stood in front of Ulf. They lowered their heads uneasily. One of the women began to sob softly, wondering what Ulf would do with her.
"Now peace has come. Dutch Jarre is a good man, he is very brave on the battlefield, and we Norse people respect the strong. Before he died, he asked me to greet his wife and daughter, and I agreed. As you know, the Norse value an oath that you will be loyal to your new master." Ulf passed in front of them, his voice echoed in the open space, and the courtiers did not dare to look up. His eyes, even if they were raised occasionally, hurriedly lowered his gaze, but Ulf's sudden mention of loyalty to the new master still aroused their curiosity.
"Excuse me, who do you want us to be loyal to?" A noble man from Bavaria, wearing a long-eared hat and brown beard asked curiously. He is Dietwin von Labus from the Labus family. .
"Of course the wives of Dutch Jarl and their heirs." Ulf smiled and said to Ditwin.
"What?" Ditwin was very surprised. They thought that Ulf and others would definitely plunder the entire castle and then order people to pay a ransom to redeem the duchess and her children. However, they did not expect that Ulf would use the name of protector to redeem the duchess. Self-proclaimed.
"Damn Vikings, do you think this trick will deceive us?" Just as Ditwin was pondering, an angry voice came from beside him, and the courtiers all looked over in fear. I saw a man wearing a long-eared hat and the skin on his face looked like peeling fish scales, cursing.
"Oh?" Ulf frowned slightly. He looked at the man, and two North warriors immediately stepped forward, punched him in the stomach, and dragged him out like a dead dog.
"Oh." The man was punched hard in the stomach. The man could hardly breathe, but his eyes were full of resentment.
"Who is he?" Ulf lowered his waist, looked at the ugly man in front of him, and asked Ditwin curiously.
"His name is Berengar, he is a low-status person taken in by Jarls in the Netherlands." Ditwin said to Ulf.
"And among so many courtiers, you are the only one who dares to stand up and curse me. Why?" Ulf narrowed his eyes slightly and asked this ugly man Berengar.
"Damn heretics, don't think you can pollute this place. The adults who dedicated themselves to the Lord must have ascended to heaven, and your souls will suffer eternal pain in the fire of hell." Berengar's face was twisted. He cursed fervently.
"I understand, I appreciate your loyalty and belief, but you will bear the punishment you deserve for your words." Ulf shook his head and said to him.
"I'm not afraid of death." Berengar's ugly face twitched a few times, and he replied to Ulf. At the same time, he took a sip. If Ulf hadn't avoided it in time, it would have fallen on his face, mainly because Fear of infectious diseases.
"Very good." Ulf's face darkened. He had to deal with the resisters quickly and accurately, otherwise the resistance would be like an infectious disease.
"Sir, he is just a man with a brain problem. Maybe you can expel him and let him fend for himself in the swamp." Ditwin licked his dry lips and mustered up the courage to say to Ulf.
"No, I respect him very much, so I have to give him his own way, and at the same time show you my law and mercy." Ulf shook his head, and he looked at the struggling Berengar in front of him.
It is a rare sunny day in the Netherlands. The sun shines on the ground. The usually wet muddy ground seems to have become much drier. Order is gradually restored outside the castle. The dead in the castle are being dragged out and gravediggers are digging. A man wrapped in linen was thrown into the tomb.
"Ping~."
"Ping~~."
"Ping~~."
And there was a knocking sound, accompanied by tragic cries, and Berengar screamed one after another. His palm was nailed to the cross, and blood flowed down the iron nails.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, God!" Berengar cried out the name of God, praying for a miracle to appear, but the next moment, several Northmen raised him up, and the weight of his body fell, pulling him The pain immediately intensified as it licked his limbs, and his cries echoed outside the castle.
"God." On the city wall, the courtiers watching the execution process turned pale. They did not expect that Ulf would execute Berengar in such a Christian way.
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"I just hope to use this method to show you that I respect your beliefs and way of life." Ulf held the city wall with his hand, pointed to Berengar who was erected on the roadside outside, and told everyone said.
"We understand, let's go and swear allegiance to the duchess." Ditwin swallowed his saliva, moistened his dry throat, and said immediately to Ulf.
"Very good." Ulf nodded slightly, and then looked in the direction of Berengar. He did look like the suffering Christ on the cross.
"Quack, quack, quack~~." At this moment, a crow was hovering in the sky. It was attracted by the smell of blood on the cross, and then jumped and landed on the cross. It tilted its head and looked at the weak hanging on it. of Berengar.
"No, no, Lord, save me." Ulf did not order anyone to cut off Berengar's tongue. He hoped that Berengar's screams would remind others that those who disobey his orders will What an end.
"Gah~~." The crow looked at Berengar and called at him several times. Berengar could have sensed the danger.
"Get away, you beast, get away." Berengar spat at the crow, trying to drive it away, but this behavior was of no use, because the crow had jumped on his head, and then opened his sharp mouth He pecked his eye socket fiercely.
"Ah~~." Berengar's eyes were completely pulled out by the crow, and the blood vessels were swallowed whole. The screams kept circling outside the castle, and he followed Ulf towards the fortress lord. The courtiers walking down the hall couldn't help but shudder.
