Chapter 3

September 17, 1432, at seven in the morning.

The sun had not yet fully risen, the cold fog was stirred slightly by the wind, and the gray merenta stood silent like a giant in the fog. Winter in Legrand comes very early. It's already covered with frost and snow in September.

The old Duke of Buckingham walked out of mernta, his pale temples swayed by the breeze.

The old man who had guarded the Empire for decades was tall and thin. He was covered in dark clothes. Two poor young soldiers were in charge of escorting him. Although the old man was not dressed in gorgeous clothes, he was still powerful. They did not dare to press his shoulder.

The Duke of Buckingham straightened his back in front of the tower and looked at the dark sky with his blue eyes.

There were not many people who witnessed the execution. Except the guards who were all dressed up, there were only more than 200 people present. Count Walter, the Lord of merne castle, stands at the front of the crowd. On his left are the ambassador of the kingdom of plence to Legrand, the ambassador of the holy Empire, and the ambassador of the Blaise Empire to Legrand. The rest are the other aristocrats with status.

Count Walter appreciated the great man's imminent disaster. Except for a small number of people like the count, the rest of the audience turned their heads and could not bear to see the tragedy.

The Duke of Buckingham walked calmly to the high scaffold and stood in front of the black tree. After he stood still, he looked down at all the people present, stretched out his hand with shackles, and pressed down as he did before the march to signal the silence of the whole audience.

As usual, he began to deliver his deathbed speech.

After briefly entrusting his soul to the creator, his voice became low.

“…… I ask all of you here to pray for our supreme king. May God bless him with health and long life... "

His eyes were fixed on the crowd.

Some people in the crowd pressed the waist knife into the sheath little by little under his sharp eyes.

All bowed their heads and murmured their prayers for king pullland I of Legrand.

Count Walter sneered in his heart.

I'm afraid the old man is not too old to pray for his bastard nephew.

Whether sincere or false, solemn prayer sounded low, an inexplicable mood spread in the cold air.

The housekeeper felt more and more restless. He stood behind the count and whispered that it was better to start the execution quickly.

"What can go wrong?"

Replied the count indifferently.

After the sad prayer, the execution began.

The executioner poured the sword with liquor, and the cold light on the sword was like a mirror. The Duke of Buckingham waved back his guard. He knelt down in front of the hardwood and leaned over without expression, his pale head resting on the log.

Count Walter cleared his throat.

"I declare -"

he feels that he can be called majestic.

"Stop --"

the sharp voice cuts through the cold air.

The sound came from a distance, followed by the noise of the people and horses. A galloping horse came, a tall knight in armor holding a sword. The soldiers, who had already been ordered, put up their shields, drew out their swords and tried to stop him. The knight kicked the soldiers to the ground mercilessly and knocked down several people.

"Who dares to be so presumptuous?"

Count Walter's face changed, and he drew out his sword with a swipe.

At the same time, he was shocked, who could let the castle guard come in without his consent?!

The knight who cut a hole in the guard didn't answer. He threw his sword out and the executioner on the high platform fell. Then the knight got off the horse, held the reins and stood aside.

Count Walter strode angrily towards the knight.

The horse's hooves rattled again, not one but two.

A little behind the horse came, set foot on a piece of snow. The newly arrived horse was more presumptuous. It rushed all the way, without any sign of stopping. Before the guards around even stepped forward, the horses rushed in front of the count. In the hissing, the tall men stood up and kicked their front hooves out heavily.

The iron hoof kicked the count in the chest and turned him to the ground.

The crowd was noisy.

"I don't know."

Cold voice.

The sun leaped out of the clouds and the sky suddenly covered all the flawless snow. In the dazzling morning light reflected by the ice and snow, the man on the horseback of the first horse looks down on the fallen count Walter.

The count's voice was cut in his throat and he was paralyzed on the ground.

The man on horseback has the same ice blue eyes as the Duke of Buckingham, which is the symbol of the rose family of the Legrand empire. His silver hair hung over his scarlet cloak, and his brows and eyes were shrouded in awe and awe. The count recognized him and understood why the guard had let him in without notice.

That's the king of Legrand.Purland I.

……………

"Roger de Walter."

The young king in the red cloak slowly read out the name of the owner of mern castle. Everyone who knows the king well knows that this is the prelude to his fury. He walked slowly around the count who was creeping on the ground, his hand with mole gloves rolling the whip.

"I gave the order against execution. I'm glad you're so brave, so fearless. "

The young king, who was cultivated by his national strength in the prosperity, is elegant and noble. Every intonation and syllable can be regarded as a model of the upper class society.

The count trembled in his elegant voice, and, ignoring the pain of being kicked over by the horse's hoof, he crawled towards the horse's hoof on the snow.

The young king kicked him away. His brows were covered with gloom. His voice suddenly changed and became very solemn: "brave and fearless, how dare you disobey my orders!"

"Your Majesty, your majesty!"

The count rose abruptly, terrified to death.

"The Lord! I dare not disobey your order! I have never received a second order from you... "

It seemed that he suddenly saw a straw and grasped it with all his strength.

"Your majesty! The messenger from the Council did not arrive in merne County! Your majesty

The horse whip was thrown out like a poisonous snake, and it hit the count heavily. He snorted and his words were taken back to his stomach.

"The messenger didn't arrive?" The young king took back his whip and walked slowly. His thin lips pulled out a scornful sneer. "What's that? All I know is that my orders have been violated. From today on, I will take back all the territory I have given you - "

" your majesty! "

The two sounds overlap.

One was the pale Earl Walter, and the other was another in the crowd.

I wish you could raise your eyes.

An archbishop came out of the crowd, holding a cross and lowering his head in front of him: "Your Majesty the king, the Lord has taught us tolerance. The count has not received your second letter. Please forgive his sins."

"Are you pleading for him? My bishop. "

Zhu Chi squints his eyes slightly in a bad tone.

People in Legrand all know that the conflict between the young king and the church is not one day or two. It seems that a fight will break out again at this time.

The head of the inner court nervously held his hand. Last month, his majesty did something extraordinary, and his relationship with the Holy See has developed to the point where he is about to be canonized. At this time, it is very unreasonable to have another conflict with a bishop.

"My dear majesty, I believe your uncle will support you and always be kind to you."

Answered the bishop.

Everyone, including Zhu Chi, looks up on the stage.

The Duke of Buckingham, who had been freed, stood on the stage, looking down at his unexpected nephew. With the light on his back, it's hard for people to see what he looks like, except that his black robe is blown by the wind. He nodded slowly to Zhu Chi.

No one dares to speak.

The uncle and nephew looked at each other in a strange scene.

Finally, Zhu Chi looked away without any expression.

"Since the messenger is missing in your territory." Zhu Chi looked coldly at the bishop, but he said to the count, "I'll give you three days to find the intercepted Messenger, or - get out of merne county."

The bishop opened his mouth and gave up what he wanted to say.

Logically speaking, if the nobles obtained the granted land from the king, they would be responsible for all kinds of affairs in the territory. However, the messenger set out from the palace and passed through at least three counties. Everyone knew that the messenger was probably stopped soon after he left the palace.

Now the king directly ignored these, and forced the messenger's missing place to merne County, which was obviously a prelude to punishment in disguise.

But for a tyrant like the king, it is a concession to throw him into prison without depriving the count of his title on the spot.

The paralyzed count was dragged down.

The crowd gradually dispersed.

As the Duke of Buckingham was asked off the guillotine, the ambassador of the kingdom of Blaise sighed.

"What a cruel monarch."

The ambassador of the kingdom of plence to Legrand sighed that this was the first time he had seen king purland, who was rumored to be inviolable. The ambassador of the kingdom of plence looked at Ambassador Blaise.

"I feel for the people of Legrand."

Ambassador Blaise made a few absent-minded excuses.

He returned to the embassy and immediately spread out the letter.

"My dear Lord, our plan has failed. We may need to consider carefully whether we want to help the Archduke to take the throne next I think we may have miscalculated something. Lord, I hope it's just my illusion

The secret letter was sent out of merne County on the same day.…………

In the study in the castle.

Although Walter was not deprived of his title at the beginning, since Zhu Chi was here, the Supreme Master of the castle was replaced. He stayed in his study, looking through his collection.

The steward of the inner court knocked carefully and got permission to come in.

"Your Majesty, the Duke would like to see you."

He made a report.

"No see."

The steward of the inner court looked at him in consternation.

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