Temple Sword

Chapter 44 Charlie of Anjou

1304, Saint Andrew's Month (November)
Genzburg, Hungary
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"Hold on, you cowardly bug!" The young man yelled at the man in chain mail standing in front of him, "Why, you dare not hit me?"

"Don't dare, Your Majesty!" The soldier admitted, his right hand holding the short sword was covered with sweat, "I don't want you to be injured."

The 16-year-old threw his head back and laughed, his slightly curly hazel hair, freed from the morning's velvet locks, falling glisteningly over his shoulders.

"I don't need any flattering servant!" He swung his sword at his opponent, who dodged the blow with a quick movement, "Don't just defend, strike back, you piece of shit!"

"Listen to him!" said the old man sitting on an upholstered chair, watching a series of movements that could not be called fighting. "If you don't teach him what real fighting is, how will our king treat little Wenceslas?" head on a stake?"

"I don't want his head, Archbishop!" said the uncrowned king, blushing. "The little mouse is afraid of me, and without his papa he can't lift a finger of mine. I want the old thing, and he must Die! I'm going to drive home all the Czech pigs, but first they're going to give me back what's mine!"

Charles Robert kept his sword on the ground, the battered weapon echoing on the stone slabs of the old tower.

"You can go." Charlie waved helplessly to the soldiers, "Stay at the door, stay in your ignorance."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The man bowed and left in a hurry.

Charlie Robert picked up a gold goblet and drank the red wine in one gulp. "I need the damned sword and robe and crown for... sorry, my lord."

"The king of Hungary cannot curse." Thomas, the newly appointed Archbishop of Esztergom, said calmly.

"I'm going to confess today." Charlie looked at the goblet in his hand, his face getting more and more ugly. "Golden goblets, rotten iron swords, fake crowns, empty titles, I'm just a guest of this castle, and this place is full of lying swordsmen who dare not hit me," he said, becoming more and more annoyed, "All these are useless things, why don't The last archbishop who supported me was killed before he became the real archbishop."

"Your Majesty, I will be your faithful helper like Biscay," Archbishop Thomas promised, standing up and gently placing his hand on the young man's arm to calm him down, "You must be patient! If the Lord With you, you will have the Holy Crown and other signs."

"Be patient?" Charlie sat on the chair and let out a long breath. "I have heard this sentence for four years. No one knows what patience is better than me..."

"The Iron Curse has been more successful than you imagined," Thomas said, "more and more nobles have joined your ranks to support you."

"Nobleman!" he spat the word, throwing the goblet beside his sword, "Przemysl wrecked everything just as soon as I did something! Before he just put that The son of the slug took the throne, and now he has given the throne to Korseiji! One day I will cut off his head..."

"Your Majesty, don't swear lightly." Thomas reminded cautiously.

"Believe me, my lord archbishop," said the half-king boy with a smile on his face, "if I don't kill him with my own hands, that poisonous snake will also be beheaded under my order."

"Please don't forget that Corsage is not the only venomous snake."

Thomas walked to the cobblestone with quiet steps, bent down to pick up the wine glass and iron sword, and then walked back to Charlie gracefully and calmly.

"Just a suggestion," he looked deeply into the boy's eyes, "never throw away what you get, even the smallest things will increase your wealth, if you can't understand the value of these small things, you are not worthy to dominate Everything. This is my gift: the sword with which you cut down your enemies, the empty cup you drink on the day of victory, and my words that will serve you forever."

Charley Robert, ashamed of his just outburst of rage, rose to accept the archbishop's present.He gripped the hilt with his fingers, and a strange feeling hotter than fire filled his soul.He starts to realize how childish he was just now, and vows never to do it again.

He is a descendant of the Arpad family, and even though he only has a branch of blood, the members of the Arpad family must remain firm and strong no matter what.

"I will bring a once-in-a-century king to this kingdom." He said excitedly.

"In the end," the archbishop lowered his head, "if necessary, I will accompany you until death."

"I don't want to die," said Charlie firmly, turning to the north window of the old tower overlooking Nagy-Milic.

He stared into the distance silently for a long time, holding the golden goblet and iron sword all the time.Maybe he is looking at the past, maybe he is trying to figure out the future, no one knows.In the end, he was left alone in the silent room, facing his noisy thoughts.

"I want a knight," he said slowly, but the archbishop had already left.

(End of this chapter)