"So, you told me that he took the negotiating embassy to leave the city of Tru and came to Metzl?"
The king and the Duke of Buckingham were standing in the pavilion leaning against the railings. Hearing the words of the Duke of Buckingham, the king seemed to be a little interested.
"What's your suggestion? Do you think I should execute him?"
The Duke of Buckingham smiled slightly, and found that he and his nephew had the same thoughts: "No, I have come to intercede on his behalf."
"reason?"
The king was not angry.
"Because he is a romantic idealist - in the words of those court poets." The Duke of Buckingham sighed, "He is too idealistic, the reinforcements that Archduke Grace wanted to call in were actually him, but in After Archduke Grice joined the Holy See, he chose to stand still."
"A brave, righteous, stupid guy."
The king gave his evaluation.
"It sounds like you're impressed by him," asked the Duke of Buckingham with interest.
"Of course." The king smiled. "A general who was able to stand stalemate with Blasey's Expeditionary Force for nearly a month in a situation where he was almost out of ammunition and food. Even if he is an idiot, he is also an idiot who needs special attention."
The Duke of Buckingham laughed. "Yes, Your Majesty. That's it—that guy is politically stupid, but a brilliant military genius."
The king doesn't care about hundreds of nobles, but he definitely cares about a military genius, a general who is willing to risk his life for his soldiers. He can even tolerate the devil who wants to kill himself twice, let alone a general who is too romantic
In a few words, the uncle and nephew have reached a consensus.
This is the north wind blowing again, and the snow is blowing. The Duke of Buckingham glanced at the black tower casually, and then suggested to the king that it was time to go back. Baron Sheen had been waiting in the palace for a while.
"He wouldn't mind waiting a little longer."
Despite this, the king left the pavilion.
…
Click, click, click.
The blood fell drop by drop on the icy rock, and the Mad Queen pressed her face to the icy iron railing. She stared at the back of the king who was drifting away in the snow.
"Child, my boy, Purland, my Purland!!!"
The figure of the king was finally covered up by the wind and snow, and the voice of the Mad Queen that was suppressed in her throat finally broke out. She looked up, crying in ecstasy and pain.
"My child! Pullan! He's alive! He's alive!"
In the black tower, her voice echoed for a long time.
"Yes, he lives."
The Duke of Buckingham's voice sounded calmly.
The Mad Queen turned sharply and saw the Duke of Buckingham in a scarlet cloak standing not far behind her.
The Duke of Buckingham's eyes fell on the Mad Queen's hand, and he showed a complicated expression "as expected": "It's something you can do."
The Mad Queen held a thin black iron blade in her hand. She grabbed the iron knife herself with her left hand, and the blade sank so deeply into the queen's palm that it was about to dig into the bone. The Mad Queen's hands were full of blood, and the blood had been frozen by the cold weather, and it looked particularly terrifying.
Seeing her like this, the Duke of Buckingham could immediately guess what was going on.
The Mad Queen originally wanted to take this opportunity to assassinate the king. Don't underestimate the crude iron blade in her hand, it was honed to be light and thin, and extremely sharp. With Illinois' skill, and with the right wind at this distance, she has a way to kill anyone under the tower. .
This is the famous warrior queen back then.
However, at the last moment, when the iron piece was about to fly out, the queen took hold of the knife herself.
She recognized the king.
"Are you awake?"
asked the Duke of Buckingham, and Illinois understood the meaning of those words.
"woke up."
The queen opened her hand vigorously, the blood ice shattered and fell to the ground rustling. She leaned wearily against the wall and raised her head.
"This nightmare has been a long time coming."
"William has told you the answer from the beginning, you should have some confidence in us." The Duke of Buckingham took a slightly reproachful tone, "Pulland - when the Pope himself, we couldn't reveal too much to you, but We thought you would understand if you knew the name."
Purland, on the surface, it means "glory".
But in the old Legrand language, there is another obscure meaning "although broken and degenerate, but the beauty of Nirvana in the end".
"No." The Queen interrupted the Duke of Buckingham, sneering. "You think I don't know what that means?"
"Then why are you?"
The Duke of Buckingham became more and more puzzled, and this doubt had plagued him for more than ten years.
"I'm hiding it from you..." The Queen paused. "I held a secret technique. Then I saw..."
Her tone began to gradually become hurried again.
"What did you see?" demanded the Duke of Buckingham.
The queen stretched out her hand and pressed her forehead, even though she was awake now, but when she remembered those, the pain roared again, and she roared in a low voice: "I saw him die! I saw him die... again and again... I thought you failed!"
There was so much hatred and sadness in her low roar, and that hatred not only included the Holy Court, but also the Duke of Buckingham—even William III. For so many years, the queen has struggled with this hatred.
The Duke of Buckingham froze in place.
The queen raised her head, tears streaming down her face.
"I saw him die before my eyes... again and again. And I can't save him! I can't save my child!!"
"how long?"
The queen showed a sad, almost twisted smile: "It's been like this for more than ten years."
"Relax, Illinois." The Duke of Buckingham lowered his voice. "No matter what, it's over now, it's over, we won the bet."
"Yes, I won." The queen turned her face sideways, and she looked at the direction where the king left, "My child, my Purland... We won, and he finally grew up healthy and safe."
"What are you going to do now? To see him?" asked the Duke of Buckingham.
"Do not."
The queen refused.
She put her hands together in her hair, and despite her astonishing thinness she still had a peculiarly beautiful face that gave the Duke of Buckingham a familiar look. Sober, calm, and decisive: "I can't show up now. There must be a reason why the secret method went wrong... I think the astrologers must have been involved in it. Those damn astrologers, after they took refuge in the Holy Court, did a good job. What a beautiful bunch of loyal dogs."
"Give me a list of astrologers who worked more than ten years ago."
"what are you planning to do?"
The Duke of Buckingham had a familiar, bad feeling.
"Kill them."
The sharpness of the blade in the queen's eyes suddenly condensed, she was as thin as a dead bone, but when she said these words, the air seemed to hit the sound of gold and iron in an instant.
A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, blood for blood.
Whoever took her lover and let her child fall into such a dangerous gamble, then she will kill whoever! She dared to kill even the grace of God, let alone a group of lackeys of the Holy Court.
The Duke of Buckingham sighed softly.
He knew Illinois wasn't joking.
She had done it long ago - perhaps a bigger part of the king's character was following his mother.
That was twenty-one years ago.
William III went on an expedition, and a large-scale mutiny occurred in the three southern states of Legrand, and many lords joined the mutiny. William III and the Duke of Buckingham took most of the army with them. The door of Merz Castle was opened by Neiying, and the lords rushed all the way to the Rose Palace.
The rebels thought they would see the cowardly begging queen and palace servants.
They did see the queen.
Dressed in armor, the queen standing in front of the palace gate one by one.
She was draped in scarlet robes that were blown over by the wind, as if she were standing in a blazing flame. Carrying a long iron spear, she looked indifferently at the stunned rebel lords. With a wave of the iron spear, she drew a long line in front of the palace.
"I know what you want to do."
The queen's voice was cold, and the back of the Rose Palace stood majestically behind her horse.
"If you want, come and get it."
"I can give you all the glory, wealth, power and position you want. You don't need to fight or you don't need to grab it."
"As long as you have your life to take it!"
As she spoke, the servants poured out of the palace and poured barrels of oil onto the ground in front of the palace. The lords exclaimed and found that the streets around them were already filled with kerosene. And in their astonished commotion, the queen took a torch from the squire.
As long as the torch falls to the ground, the fire will devour everyone, including the queen herself, in an instant.
The queen held a torch in one hand and a spear in the other.
"Come!"
Why did they think that when William III left, the palace would be left alone? What remained in the heart of the empire was the warrior queen who was comparable to William III. She was astonishingly beautiful and astonishingly crazy.
The lords were startled by the queen, and after a long stalemate, they were ready to leave.
However, archers who finally arrived appeared on the roofs on both sides, and their arrows were aimed at the rebellious nobles. The queen held up a torch, and the light reflected on her face, and she watched the arrows fall from the sky. The corpses filled the main entrance of the Rose Palace, and the blood spread all the way to the queen's horse.
The largest massacre against the great nobles in the history of Legrand was completed by Queen Illinois.
The Duke of Buckingham suddenly remembered what the king said casually that day, simply killing the new king's party...
It's really passed down.
"Let's stay in Legrand for a while. Looking at you now, who knows you're the former queen?" The Duke of Buckingham had a headache, but the burden in his heart was finally completely relieved. "You don't want him to be gone. After losing your father, did you really lose your mother?"
This sentence has a greater effect on the queen.
"Set up a secret room for me, a secure identity, can see him every day, and can't be too far away from him." The queen glared angrily at the Duke of Buckingham for a while, and ordered.
The familiar arrogance, the familiar critical and commanding tone.
The Duke of Buckingham felt that the most commanding Illinois he knew had returned.
"You should change your temper."
He said helplessly.
"Anyway..."
The Duke of Buckingham gave a tired smile: "Welcome back, Illinois."
"I'm awake, and... also look at you now, you're getting old so fast." The queen was silent for a long time, and she smiled relievedly, "He will become a real king, just like his father."
"He will."
The nightmare was long and long, and it was finally over.
It has been nearly a thousand years since the crown of the Rose family was shrouded in the haze of God, and it is time to let the crown shine again.
…
Baron Sheen walked into the Rose Palace.
At this moment, his mood has calmed down.
When he led the cavalry to guard that cold night, he was ready to die without a place to be buried. Without such determination, how dare he draw the bowstring against the king.
Baron Sheen saw the king.
He sat by the window of the study, and the sun fell on the king through the glass window. Just as Baron Sheehan felt when he first saw him, the king was the most beautiful rose cultivated and watered by the most expensive luxury in this court. Almost aggressive.
"Good day, Mr. Sheehan."
The king stopped and was looking through the archives, and he looked at Baron Sheen calmly.
Baron Sheen had known on that stormy night that their Majesty the King was not as simple as it seemed - defeating an entire force of Grundian heavy cavalry was not something anyone could do. He walked in silently and knelt down slowly, without making a sound.
Baron Sheehan lowered his head, could not see the king's expression, only heard him speak unhurriedly.
"I heard you entertained my negotiating team for a while, and I hope it didn't burden you any more. You sent them back to Metzl today in one piece, right? Sir."
"Yes, intact."
"Excellent." The king chuckled lightly, "You finally made the right choice."
"All the officials of the negotiating mission are in the hotel outside the city of Metzl. The contract is also in good condition." Baron Sheehan spoke a little faster, "The knights of Tru City are loyal to you, and it is only me who made the wrong choice. Alone, they escorted me to the capital this time. I beg your Majesty's wrath not to fall on them."
The king didn't answer his question directly, but tapped the armrest lightly: "Let me guess your plan."
"Your knights are fully armed, and you choose for them the inn closest to the crossroads. Then you come to me alone, without any weapon, to intercede for your knights. If I do not agree, then your knights have a chance too. Evacuate at the fastest speed. The worst thing is that they use the negotiating team as a hostage in exchange for their own safety. And you plan to throw your life in the palace, right?"
Baron Sheehan did not answer.
"You are really a lone warrior." The king praised him, and his words changed suddenly, "but it is a pity, sir. When you arrived at the palace, your loyal men couldn't help but follow you into the city. Their camouflage skills are lame enough that my uncle sent them to prison to reflect."
Baron Sheehan raised his head suddenly, and he subconsciously touched his waist.
Touched empty.
He just remembered that he stepped into the Rose Palace this time and handed the accessories to the guards.
"Don't be so nervous, sir. The king noticed his subconscious action. "I want to kill people who can be lined up from the gate of the palace to the gate of the castle. You and your brave and stupid soldiers are not enough to be placed at the top of the list. "
After the ups and downs, Baron Sheehan remembered the rumors that he had heard during this time, that the nobles of the new royal party were exploited by the king to the point of emptying every child in their pockets: "I would like to offer you everything I have. Please forgive me. Their recklessness."
"I don't need your loyalty, I don't need your oath, those things are not worth a penny." The king leaned back on the crimson chair and looked at him contemptuously, "As for wealth, it's fine, but I don't Think you can get it out."
"Then what do you need?"
Baron Sheehan did not think the king could be equated with tolerance.
The king picked up the file at hand, and he handed the sorted file to Baron Sheehan. Baron Sheehan took it and read it. His face showed a look of astonishment, and quickly became more and more dignified.
Finally he looked up in astonishment and looked at the king, and a guess came to his mind.
"I want an army."
said the king slowly.
It was not an army borrowed from someone, not an army ordered by the nobles during the war, nor an army hired by money, but an army that belonged only to the king, an army that could rival the heavy cavalry of Gulund. From generals to commanders to soldiers, from armor to battle flags, only the will of the king will be obeyed.
Baron Sheehan's suspicions were confirmed.
The king was determined to push through what his father had failed to accomplish.
He wants to reform the military system!
"How big is your determination?"
The king looked at Baron Sheen coldly.
Baron Sheehan took a deep breath, and the cold air poured into his heart. Under the social conditions where the knighthood system and the aristocratic system are intertwined, if you want to make changes, you don't have to think about it. matter. In the event of failure, the king may be safe and sound, but he will definitely be shattered.
But isn't this what he has longed for countless times before
Not only was this not a danger, it was an opportunity he never thought he could really get.
He heard his breathing quicken, and what he had fantasized about was close at hand.
"I would like to serve you!"
The king smiled.
He picked up another letter of appointment that had already been written from the desk and handed it to Baron Sheehan.
"What do you want your army to be called?"
Baron Sheehan took the letter of appointment and did not read the contents, but asked the king.
"rose."
The king looked out the window, and his eyes seemed to pass over the whole majestic Rose Palace.
"Rose Cavalry."
October 1432.
The turmoil of military reform began to brew, and in the study of the palace, on a winter morning, the prototype of the rose iron cavalry was officially formed. The king will have the first army to obey only the will of the crown.
The author has something to say: The following is a little discussion about the Black Death in the Middle Ages. It's a bit long, and the little cutie who is not interested can just block it and talk.
There have been three large-scale outbreaks of the Black Death in history, each of which is a catastrophe. Even today with the development of science and technology, the Black Death (plague) can easily cause panic. (The plague patients found out a few days ago and then went directly to the hot search proved this.)
In order to deal with the Black Death, the European governments at that time took actions to cut off maritime trade, but this was only an expedient measure to prevent the spread of the Black Death, and the government's fiscal revenue was limited during the time when trade was on hold.
Medieval medicine and science were in an era of ignorance. During the second pandemic, it was difficult for people to determine what the causative factor was. At that time, popular theories included God's punishment theory, astrology theory, and various scapegoating theory of guilt and so on.
The doctrine of God's discipline was often associated with the doctrine of the millennium kingdom and the doomsday, and many people believed it at that time. Let's take a look at the letters of Francisco Petrarch, one of the three great Renaissance masters: "This phenomenon signifies the wrath of God against human sin, and if sin is gone, God's punishment will be lessened". And such as "The Judgment of the Sun Film at the Banquet of Saturn", "The Chronicle of Niconia", etc. can also peep into the situation at that time.
Astrology blames the Black Death on the bad luck of astrology, which is the source of the literary processing in this article. Of course, in real life we have to believe in science.
The act of eviction was also a common phenomenon at that time. The Jews who bore the brunt of it were the Jews. During the plague year in France in 1348, thousands of Jews were killed. From 1348 to 1349, a large number of Jewish groups in Germany were destroyed, and many people were brutally burned to death. Duke Albert of Austria issued an official expulsion order... It can be said that we can clearly smell the blood after opening the history of the Black Death.
In addition to this, there are also the Flogging Movement, the Sacrifice Movement and so on.
Pulling back the time line, we can see that the impact of the Black Death was extremely complex and far-reaching, not just causing large-scale deaths. It is even the remote cause of a series of later historical events such as the Reformation, the Renaissance, the Great Geographical Discovery, the Medical Revolution, and so on.
"Ten Day Talk" was produced against the background of the Black Death, and the plague in the Ten Day Talk had the color of extreme carnival. The author also showed his criticism of religion at this time, which can be used as a peeping point. After the Black Death, the number of people dropped sharply, which also had a huge impact on the economy. The social role of servants gradually disappeared in the Middle Ages, and the wages of labor rose, and even the state had to take measures to freeze wages to suppress. "The Black Death caused labor shortages in various industries and for a long period (from 1348 to the last decades of the 15th century) in Western Europe, and thereby pushed up nominal wages several times over".
Its effects are complex and multifaceted.
I'm very happy to be able to arouse everyone's interest in related history. This is also one of my selfish intentions in writing this story. The history is magnificent and it is extremely beautiful.
The following is a sneak peek at the relevant references:
[1] "The Plague Year" Defoe
[2] The Black Death [US] Joseph P. Byrne
[3] Li Huacheng, "The Flogging Movement in Western Europe During the Black Death"
[4] "The Decline of the Middle Ages" [Dutch] John Huizinga thanks for voting or irrigating nutrient solution for me during 2019-11-28 12:01:15~2019-11-29 12:03:09 oh my little angel~