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There was the sound of silk and bamboo in the palace, and the nobles sat together and enjoyed the sweet wine. Although the Roman Empire had fallen, this wine, as red as blood, was still loved by the nobles of Ansa.
"Enjoy your wonderful night! Maybe this is the last night." Isaac held a wine glass, leaning against the pillars, and said with drunken eyes to the nobles enjoying themselves in the hall.
"Issac, why are you here?" The military chief saw Isaac sitting alone in the corner drinking, so he stepped forward and asked him.
The two of them had fought side by side on the battlefield, so they seemed a little different from others, so they took the initiative to say hello to Isaac.
"I'm sorry, my lord." Isaac rubbed his red nose and apologized for his gaffe.
"No need to apologize, even drunken fights are common occurrences at this banquet." The military chief said to Isaac with a smile.
"No, I'm not drunk, I just feel sorry for Your Majesty." Isaac burped and said angrily.
"I know that you are opposed to His Majesty's peace agreement, but you know that His Majesty respects his brother very much, but his brother died in the war against the Vikings. The death of his relatives made Your Majesty hate war from the bottom of his heart. "The military chief shrugged his shoulders and explained to Isaac.
"But this kind of letting the Vikings go will only make them worse. Our monarch is so weak. Am I wrong?" Perhaps under the stimulation of alcohol, Isaac's face turned red and his tone couldn't help but change. Gao, he said very angrily.
Isaac's voice seemed very abrupt in the cheerful banquet. Many people looked over in surprise. The military chief quickly smiled and nodded, indicating that there were no disputes or quarrels here. Others saw Alfred's The military commander then quickly turned around and continued with the banquet.
"Issac, I didn't expect you to think that His Majesty is weak. That's because you don't know many things. Do you know where His Majesty is now?" The military chief sighed. In fact, it was not just Isaac who thought that Al Fred was weak, even many in the military thought so.
"What do you mean?" Issek looked at the military chief in surprise, his face full of doubts.
"Come with me!" The military chief placed the wine glass in his hand on the stone bench in the corridor, and then walked forward. When he found that Isaac did not follow, he stepped forward and grabbed Isaac. arm.
The military chief led Isaac through the courtyard of the palace. After passing through a cloister, the steps extended downward until a heavy patterned door appeared.
"What place is this?" Isaac was very surprised. He did not expect that there was such a place in the palace. It was like an underground palace, with two knights holding swords guarding the door.
"Come in." The military chief came forward, and the two knights immediately stood up straight, and then helped them push the door open to a gap just enough for one person to pass through.
Isaac walked into the door in doubt. When he entered, he saw many monks working and writing, and some people writing something on parchment. Doves fell from the window from time to time, and immediately there was a The monk stepped forward, grabbed the pigeon, and removed the secret message from the iron ring on its feet.
"Your Majesty, our spies have received news that Halfdan in white has been fighting with the local lord in Ireland, and both sides have a winner and a loser." A monk placed a secret letter on a wooden table, and Alfred stood with his back to everyone on a wall made of smooth mosaic tiles.
"Is this?" Isaac was immediately surprised, because the pattern of mosaic tiles on the entire wall turned out to be a map of the entire British island.
"Where is Halfdan's adopted son?" Alfred asked the monks, looking up at the map on the wall.
"Our spies said that Swain's army is threatening Mercia. He originally planned to take advantage of our confrontation with Guzrun to go south, but now we have ordered spies to spread the peace agreement. He must have heard it. You will hesitate." The monk quickly said to Alfred.
"What the hell is this place?" Isaac opened his eyes wide and looked at a sand table placed in the center of the house. He had never seen such a detailed map. There were bunker models made of small wooden blocks everywhere, and there were several examples. The delicate little wooden figure holding an ax obviously represents the Vikings who invaded Britain.
"This is the heart of the entire Wessex. Originally, counselors like you couldn't get close to it, but His Majesty thinks your strategy is very useful. All the privileges are granted." The military chief smiled and said to Isaac.
"Hmm." Issek rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Everything in front of him seemed wonderful.
"Issac, you know that my palace was once the city hall of the Roman Empire. In fact, the military technology of the Romans far surpassed ours. My brother discovered this place, including this map, which was also left by the Romans. , we just repaired and added some things." Alfred turned around, he was not wearing his gorgeous king's clothes, a gray close-fitting jacket, and ounces of trousers.
"The legacy of the Roman Empire?" Isaac took a deep breath, his heart beating violently. The legendary things left by the Roman Empire were actually presented in front of him, and at the same time, he thought of something.
Alfred's compassionate peace agreement was actually in response to Halfdan's army's southern invasion. In order to prevent Guzlen from discovering the dangerous situation in Wessex, Alfred even deceived his courtiers. .
"To achieve our goal, sometimes we have to deceive even our own people. In fact, when Guzrun began to withdraw into the castle, we had already received news about Halfdan's adopted son. Compared to the madman Guzrun, Even more terrifying." The military chief's face became serious, he picked up a painted wooden Viking figure and said to Isaac.
"I know that many people say that Halfdan's adopted son is a lunatic who likes blood sacrifices. Even the Vikings themselves are very afraid of him." Isaac also has his own intelligence sources and is very familiar with this bloody son.
"Crazy and bloody, loves blood sacrifices, slaughters prisoners to sacrifice to the false gods of the north." Alfred showed a look of disgust on his face, he would never allow such a bastard to step into his territory.
"I understand. Although Guzlen was at a disadvantage at the time, our situation was even more dangerous. Your Majesty, you did the right thing. It was me who did not have complete information. This was my mistake as a counselor." Isaac's eyes changed. To become clear, he bowed deeply to Alfred and said.
"Look, I said he is a smart man." The corners of the military chief's mouth raised, he glanced at Alfred and said.
"It's great that you can understand, but Guzlen's army is still a threat. We must monitor their implementation of the peace agreement." Alfred was not moved because he was suspected by Isaac and misunderstood by others. He was very Said to Isaac calmly.
"Your Majesty, please don't worry, I will keep a close eye on Guzlen." After Isaac learned of Alfred's plan, the stone in his heart seemed to be relieved, and he immediately said to Alfred .
"Very good." Alfred nodded slightly, then turned around and looked at the huge map of Britain in front of him. His eyes became blurred, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on the corner of Britain.
"Hufufu~~." There was a burst of violent breathing, and the gorgeous wooden bed creaked as if it could not support it, followed by a man's dull gasp.
"Hmm." A pair of woman's white hands let go of the man's back, and she pushed the man who was pressing on her.
"Your Highness, are you satisfied with my service?" the man asked with a smile.
"Hmph, it's really terrible. I might as well let a horse fuck me." The woman pushed the man away in disgust. She grabbed the clothes beside the bed and draped them over her body, barely covering her bumpy and plump body.
"I, I'm sorry, Your Highness." The man apologized hastily, but the woman had already issued an eviction order unceremoniously. The man quickly grabbed his attendant's uniform and ran away.
"Isn't there a wilder and more charming man among these idiots?" It was Princess Rotred, the actual ruler of Cornwall, who got up from the bed at this time, and she joined forces with Isaac to kill Cornwall. After the death of King Wall, she became the ruler of the entire court.
Of course, as a widow, loneliness is inevitable, so she hooks up with everyone from nobles to attendants, but she still cannot relieve the depression in her heart.
"Duoduoduo~~." Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Princess Rotred frowned slightly, wondering who came to disturb her at this time.
But she knew that there were only two kinds of people who dared to knock on her bedroom door at this time, one was the servant, and the other was her important minister, so she stepped forward and opened the door.
"Is it you?" The princess saw that the person who appeared at her door was actually the palace minister she had accepted her fate. This nobleman with brown hair and beautiful blue eyes was also from West Frank. His status as a fellow countryman made him climb up to the princess early. On the bed, the relationship between the two is also very close.
"Your Highness, I don't care about the patrons on your bed, but I must also pay attention to the government affairs of the kingdom." The palace made a West Frank etiquette to the princess, and then said to the princess.
"Alfred has already provided us with wheat and solved the famine problem. What else is there now?" The princess sat in front of the dressing table, combing her hair while saying to the fussy palace minister.
"Your Highness, we cannot rely on the Wessex people for everything. Some nobles already think that we have become Alfred's vassals." The palace minister frowned and said to the princess.
"What does it matter? Isn't it a good thing for a powerful friend to help us?" Princess Rotred had a dissolute life and was not suitable for presiding over government affairs. If her young and only son was not the heir, the nobles would have launched a Rebellion.
"Your Highness, I heard that the King of Cornwall's brother Eliide is looking for the servants in the palace to inquire." The palace minister's expression became serious, and he said to Princess Rotrid.
"What?" The princess felt as if she was electrocuted after hearing this. The hand holding the wooden comb stopped and her pupils shrank slightly.
"How did your Majesty die?" The palace minister's brows frowned, as if he read something from the princess's expression.
"Your Majesty, of course, of course he drowned." Princess Rotred said quickly.
"That's good. If Eliide asks you, you must say the same thing." The palace minister stared at the princess for a while, and then said slowly.
"Isn't Eliide discovered something?" Princess Rotrid became anxious. At this time, the only strong support she could rely on in the palace was the Prime Minister in front of her and Alf of Wessex. Red.
"Ellied is not that easy to deceive. If he hadn't gone to put down the peasant rebels a while ago, the death of his brother, the King of Cornwall, might not have been so simple." The palace minister said in the princess's panic. He slowly reached the bedside and looked at the princess's proud body with great interest.
"I, I know, Eliide has always been very ambitious. He just wants to find an excuse to replace my son's inheritance. You can't let him succeed." Princess Rotrid quickly stepped forward and nestled beside the palace minister. As docile and cute as a kitten.
"Of course, as a West Frankish person, I will definitely protect Your Highness." The corners of the palace minister's mouth raised, he held Princess Rotred's hand and waist, and said to her.
"Well, of course I know who is my dearest person in this palace." Princess Rotred said with a shy smile.
Soon the feeling of spring began to bloom in the bedroom.
"Whoosh~~." In the training camp outside the castle, a Cornish nobleman with black hair, a stern face and a chainmail was drawing the bowstring and shooting an arrow at the target. The arrow was steady. It hit the bullseye.
"Bah bang bang~~." The surrounding soldiers immediately applauded and applauded the nobleman's archery skills.
"Yes." The man's name is Eliid Abu Fevidin Cheno, who is the younger brother of the King of Cornwall. He was ordered to quell the rebellion in the Helston territory of the Kingdom of Cornwall and has just returned. Here, but as soon as he arrived here, he heard the news of his brother's death, which surprised him.
"Oh." At this time, two strong soldiers dragged a servant from the castle over. The servant was obviously beaten. He raised his head and glanced at Eliide in front of him in fear.
"Tell me, tell me everything you know." Eliide put his bow on the ground and looked at him coldly and asked.
"Sir, I really don't know anything. Please spare me." The servant said to Elied in fear.
"Hmph, tie him to a tree." Elied sniffed, the beard on his chin swayed a few times, he drew another arrow and ordered to the soldiers.
