At the end of the Tang Dynasty, it was a feudal town, but in Western Europe

Heavenly Father said to free the slaves, how many can you do?Iberia, once the Father's stronghold, is now in the hands of the heathen, not to mention Jerusalem!Shouldn't the Father send down a new Savior?Shouldn't it?

These Sirisians, I prefer to call them warriors of the kingdom of heaven, are heavenly soldiers and generals!Otherwise, how do you explain their invincible combat power, the weapons that others cannot hold, they wield easily, and the wounds that others take a long time to recover, but they heal within a few days, isn't this a proof? !

The Heavenly Father sent them to the world just to get rid of the source and save the entire Heavenly Father's world. This is Your Excellency the Holy Duke, this is the Priest King Melchizedek, and this is the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals' Manifest Destiny! "

Looking at the eloquent Felix, the old priest sighed softly to calm down the wavering in his heart, but he was thinking about other things.

For those Veleti people, especially the primitive polytheism at this time, the doctrine of "Although you have defeated me physically, I have defeated you spiritually" has not yet been developed.

Therefore, for most of the defeated Villetti people, the most intuitive feeling is: since the mortal world lost, it is their own god who lost, and as far as the old priest is concerned, the failure of the entire Villetti is inevitable.

But the old priest still knew one thing, that is, even if Feng Sen conquered Villetti, he would not be able to change Villetti's cage for birds. It was very obvious from the fact that he had placed the banners there.

As long as the superior status of the priests can be guaranteed, what's the point of changing the master?

What's more, the old priest saw that these Saxons were not only stronger than them, but also had a better life. If the Villetti people could join the Duke's ruling system, it might be a blessing in disguise.

It's not that the old priests haven't been in contact with the priests of the Heavenly Father, and they try to cooperate with them, but unfortunately, most of the priests only forcefully require them to believe in the new god, the Heavenly Father, and there is no such thing as putting the Heavenly Father on the Slavic gods.

Only a breakthrough was found in this priest, especially since he was also sent to be in charge of missionary activities in the Brenner area.

If other priests are considered conservative, then this group of priests like Felix is ​​open to the point of being almost secular, especially in their pragmatism.

By default, double beliefs and even other gods are incarnations of heavenly fathers and angels. When worshiping your own gods, add a cross, and replace the carvings and portraits of the gods with toga or Hanfu.

After all, the battle has already been defeated, and timely stop loss is the kingly way.

The two of them talked like chicken and duck until noon, and then they returned to the village and were about to leave in a carriage. Those boys who were going to participate in the Yi Cong had already been waiting beside the carriage with axes in their hands.

Just when Felix was about to get on the car, there was a loud sound of hooves, and a Saxon bannerman in leather armor ran over from a distance.

"Found you at last, Father Felix."

"May God bless you, my friend, what news have you brought me?"

"His Excellency the Duke is planning to hold a wedding today, with his three wives. You need to go to Magdeburg quickly to confirm and discuss this important event!"

Chapter 375 Treaty of London

Today is a lively market day. The warm autumn sun shines on the glazed tiles on the roof of the church, emitting colorful glazed light.

In a parcel of lush farmland and orchards, a small town is running smoothly.

This is a free market located around Worms, managed jointly by merchants and priests, and what they have to pay is an annual land lease fee and freedom fee for Charlie.

Logically speaking, the free market is held every day, but under the long-standing custom, people will still flock to the market on the market day, and the rest of the time is empty.

Market residents and farmers from surrounding areas flock to the square, which is dotted with stalls, where vendors in colorful robes and smocks sell their wares to passers-by.

"Come and see, spices from Iberia."

"Cabbage, cheap, cabbage, cheap!"

Of course, this is only a small street vendor who needs to call it this way, and those woolen shops, furniture stores and taverns who rent their shops will not drop their prices so much.

On the road paved with gravel, a Frankish nobleman in a dark blue robe embroidered with tiger patterns walked through the market. He held his head high and held his toes high. He wore an exquisite long sword from Hamburg on his waist. Behind him was a group of loyal guards.

He found a tavern to sit down, and a businessman from West Britain greeted him, and the two quickly talked about a large-scale goods transaction - the nobleman's castle needed a second-story attic that was warm in winter and cool in summer, as well as a batch of farm tools and plows.

The streets of Liberty City were narrow and crowded. A farmer in plain clothes was pushing a cart of fresh vegetables. His hands were still stained with mud, obviously he had just returned from the farmland.

On the other side, a few young apprentices were hard at work building a house with mallets and chisels in their hands, sweat dripping from their backs and underarms uncontrollably.

Watching down from the second floor of the tavern, Edbert III listened absently to the engagement and conversation of the priests with the Archbishop of Worms.

"Ai Wen." Eyes still fixed on the lively crowd in the market, Edbert III interrupted the Irish priest's speech without looking back, "Can we really get help from Charlemagne?"

Ai Wen frowned slightly, raised his eyes and looked at Edbert III: "Your Majesty, I believe that Charlemagne will give us the help we deserve. He is our ally and protector. His power and army are enough to make the Kents stand up again. We will definitely be able to return to Kent."

Although Aiwen tried hard to appear firm and confident, the hesitation in his words still betrayed him. It has been almost two years since Edbert III and his party arrived in Worms, but they have only been received by Charlie once, and Diodorf and Alcuin have been communicating with them all the time.

"I went to see His Excellency Diodorf a few days ago." Edbert III closed the window. "He told me that Charlemagne intends to make me an earl, but the price is that I have to marry a widow of the Carolingian royal family, so as to inherit her husband's fiefdom."

Of course Ai Wen knew what this meant. He pondered for a moment, and then responded softly: "Your Majesty, I understand your concerns. But the power of the Austrian law is too great, and we need an alliance to help us. Allying with the Carolingian royal family is the best choice right now."

Edbert III once thought so. In order to restore the kingship of Kent and the freedom of the Kent people, he had to seek help from other forces. Even if it was a pot of mead mixed with poison, he had to swallow it hard. .

Just like Brittrick, King of Wessex, who married Offa's daughter, which stabilized his status as the king of Wessex, but the price was that the queen was often in charge of state affairs, almost half a puppet, and he couldn't hold his head up at all in front of Offa.

Without continuing the previous topic, Edbert III said abruptly: "The Duke of Saxony sent me a letter, inviting me to attend his wedding in Hamburg. In the church on the mainland, he actually wants to marry three wives."

The corners of Ai Wen's mouth rose slightly, and he gave a rare humor: "If this happened in our church in Ireland, it would be a trivial matter, but here, he will definitely be condemned by the nobles and priests... Maybe we can persuade him to come to our church to be rebaptized."

Unlike the Church of the Heavenly Father on the mainland, the Celtic Church in Ireland retains many ancient Celtic traditions, such as the system of polygamy.

"This is not the most important thing. Do you know about the plague of pirates in Britain this year? I should have told you before."

"Your Excellency Alcuin told me." A gleam of anger rose in Ai Wen's eyes, "Countless priests have suffered, countless monasteries have been looted, and countless scriptures have been kidnapped. These vicious pirates, Your Excellency Alcuin has written a letter to His Royal Highness Charlemagne."

"Well——" Edbert III pursed his lips and drew his voice, "You know, in this matter, the merchants under the Duke of Saxony made some disgraceful actions."

"Or do you say that merchants are cheap? There are reasons for the accusations and resistance of those nobles and priests."

"In the letter from the Duke of Saxony to me, he mentioned that at this time the British island is in such chaos, this may be a good opportunity."

Priest Aiwen came to his senses in an instant, but the words in his mouth hesitated. On the one hand, he resisted the heretics, and on the other hand, he expressed his desire for the restoration of the country. This kind of loyalty cannot be balanced.

"What do you think, Your Highness?" Ai Wen finally kicked the ball back.

Lowering his voice, Edbert III quickly walked to Ai Wen's side: "My friend, I trust you, I have to tell you that along with this letter came an envoy from His Excellency the Duke of Saxony, who brought me a message from His Excellency the Duke.

Your Excellency the Duke said, I have the same enemy as him, both Offa, King Offa has taken my throne and his wool, and we should form an alliance.

In addition, since the West Britain Company is responsible for selling part of the pirates' spoils, he can influence the pirates' decisions through some means.

Although he can't stop the pirates from looting, he can influence which direction they plunder, Ai Wen, do you understand what I mean? "

Ai Wen asked vigilantly: "Then what conditions did he put forward? It is impossible for him to help us unconditionally."

Edbert III's voice was lowered: "Your Excellency, the Duke, has no interest in British land. He only wants wool. Therefore, he proposed two conditions: First, he will lease a piece of land at the mouth of the Thames River to build warehouses and warehouses. The lease period is 99 years, and the specific location is Rondinnon."

"where is that?"

"On the banks of the Thames, a small fishing village left by the Romans. It used to be a prosperous place, but it declined after the Romans left."

"What about the second condition?"

"Secondly, the tariff on wool shall not exceed ten percent."

"Gone?"

"Yes." Edbert nodded. "Your Excellency, the Duke doesn't need anything else. He only needs wool. For this reason, he is even willing to provide us with a low-interest loan of [-] to [-] Solidas per year and a low-cost engineering team, including military instructors, to help us restore our country."

"Then what do you think?" Ai Wen still couldn't make this decision, so he could only hand over the decision to Edbert.

Edbert gritted his teeth and said, "It's just a piece of land less than the size of a barony. It's okay to give it to him, but if you miss this opportunity, you don't know when the next time you land on the island will be."

Taking a deep breath, Ai Wen nodded heavily: "I understand, I'm going to prepare now, and tomorrow, we'll set off for Hamburg."

Chapter 376 Pepin didn't pay the food when he came

Sitting in front of the large luxurious desk presented by Feng Sen, the veins on Charlie's forehead were twitching.

Especially when Diodorf was talking about Pepin's Saracen lover, Charlie showed an unprecedented redness.

"It's a shame to the entire Carolingian family. A Saracen lover of the Xingyue Sect is fine, but he actually dueled with his brother for this?!" Charlie wanted to punch the table with his fist, but he held back when he thought of the expensive price of this beautiful table.

"According to the local priest's report, it was actually the knights under Little Charlie who laughed at the Saracen woman as an ugly monster, so Pepin sent his knights and the knights under Little Charlie's knights to duel immediately." Diodorf turned a page in surprise, "Victory in five battles!"

"His Royal Highness Charlie was drinking too much at the time, and felt that His Royal Highness Pepin was insulting him, so he also asked Pepin for a duel... His Royal Highness kept his hand, but knocked him off the horse, and then Pepin fought a life-and-death duel with the knight who laughed at the Saracen woman.

Diodorf thought that this would ease Charlie's anger a little bit, but for some reason, although Charlie didn't continue to speak, the red temperature on his face that was suppressing the anger was more obvious.

This doesn't look like Charlie. He has always been very moody and angry, and he rarely acts to suppress his emotions.

"Your Highness, do you need me to continue reading?"

Charlie ignored Diodorf, and just stared at the void in front of him, as if there were some enemies there.

"Charlie...our boy will be King of the Franks, won't he?"

Charlie's body trembled slightly, and the previous unknown fire suddenly disappeared. He opened his mouth, and after a rare stutter for a while, he said, "Little Charlie of Aquitaine is drunk and violated the law of the heavenly father. Let him go to the monastery to repent for a while. Pepin of Iberia, beat him five times and let him go back."

"Follow your orders, Your Highness Charles."

Charlie closed his eyes and began to think about the issue of Iberia. Today's Iberia has become a mess under the stirring of Pepin, a shit-stirring stick.

Since the last time Pepin came out of the deep mountains, under Ali Baba's suggestion, he changed his previous strategy. He took his Berber cavalry and attacked around the land of Iberia.

Every time he went to a place, Pepin would first kill the local Wali or the largest landlord, and did not occupy it, but only did four things.

The first is to burn all the debts and IOUs of the free people. The second is to forcibly distribute the land of the big landlord to all his heirs, including illegitimate children. The third is to distribute the food and money that cannot be taken away to the local people.The fourth is to agree with the local people that they will not pay any tax for three years and will not undertake any labor labor for five years.

In addition, although Pepin would loot the sanctuaries of the local people, such as mosques, he would never destroy them. Instead, he asked the local people to elect a new elder and religious leader.

After these four things were done, Pepin would not stop or send his men to rule the area, and simply took a group of young people who were willing to join his hussars and left.

This led to a result. Whenever Pepin's cavalry went to a place, free people in debt would lead the way. Whenever it was necessary to attack the castle, someone would secretly open the gate.

Many places shouted the slogan "Eat his mother and drink his mother, open the gate to welcome the king, and the king will not pay when he comes!" The king here refers to Pepin. After all, these people are illiterate bumpkins. It is normal to be unable to distinguish Pepin's identity and title.

When Pepin left the area and the reinforcements sent by the Caliph Abdullah of Cordoba arrived, he faced such a situation——

If the vali or lords are re-established, the heirs of the landowners and other landowners who have been allocated the land are dissatisfied, and the elders are re-established.

Then they are faced with two choices, the first is to forcibly restore the original state, which will cause dissatisfaction among most of the local people, and when Pepin comes next time, there will be more people leading the way.

These soldiers can't stay in one place all the time and don't leave. If you change a place, I will change it back and see each other. Then we will see who the locals support.

The second is to acquiesce in all this, but the locals will not be grateful to the Caliph of Cordoba, but only to Pepin, and it will also weaken their strength. After all, they have not paid taxes for three years because of the generosity of others.

Of course, the most important reason is that Abdullah, the caliph of Cordoba, became more and more ill after driving Pepin into the mountains last time, and now he is almost unable to handle political affairs.

The entire Emir of Cordoba was like a headless giant, powerful and powerless, which allowed Pepin to seize the opportunity to sweep almost a quarter of the territory of the Emir of Cordoba.

As the governor of Barcelona, ​​Pepin's territory already borders the Kingdom of Asturias and the Duchy of Gascony.

Now the Visigoths living in the Counties of Roussillon and Aquitaine are in good spirits. They called Pepin the Liberator of Visigoths, shouted the slogan of conquering Iberia again, and moved into Pepin in large numbers. territory.

And Pepin very cooperatively gave these Visigoths a large amount of land, and exempted them from taxes and labor, but the price was that they had to serve in the army.

Through the port in the Barcelona area, Pepin started maritime trade again, earning a lot of gold coins by selling spices and gems, and the population and tax revenue in Little Charlie's territory dropped sharply.

This is the core conflict between Pepin and Little Charlie. The fight between the two parties at the banquet is only superficial.

Pepin did not spend these gold coins indiscriminately. He learned from Feng Sen and invested all of them in soil improvement and construction of water conservancy and roads. You must know that some of these water conservancy projects were left over from the Roman period.

Unlike Feng Sen who had to start from scratch, Pepin only needs to repair these water conservancy projects to create tens of thousands of mu of fertile land.

Even Charlie had to admit at this time that Pepin did a good job in Iberia.

"Your Highness, Your Highness?"

"Huh? What's the matter?" Charlie looked up blankly, looking at Alcuin who didn't know when he would arrive.

"Your Highness, Edbert III, Prince of Kent, has gone to Hamburg to attend the wedding of the Duke of Saxony." Alcuin recounted this trivial matter casually.

Charlie blinked and said with a smile: "It must be because of those Vikings. Although I don't know how much this matter has to do with Anthony, it must have something to do with it. If it were me, I would also want to try my luck. Let him go."

"Your Highness, these Vikings can burn the monastery of Britain today, and plunder the long coast of Frank tomorrow. I think we have to help the priests of Britain." Alcuin is from Britain, and this is not only his first request Charlie helped.

Charlie rubbed his head. If it was any other time, he would still be willing to give Alcuin a face to deal with this matter, but now the war with the Principality of Bavaria is imminent, and the Principality of Bavaria has hooked up with the Avar Khanate. He doesn't know what the battle will be like, and he really can't spare his energy.

"Let's discuss it next time." Charlie waved his hand, "Diodolph, Anthony got married, those nobles and priests talked a lot, right?"

"Yes, they called Duke Antony a 'criminal master'."

"He's really annoying. He actually wants to marry three wives at once. What do you think?" Charlie said annoyingly, but the expression on his face was clearly appreciative.

But this admiration didn't last long. When I thought of Feng Senming's secret request for the prince's letter and the close relationship between Feng Senpiping and Feng Senpiping, this admiration faded away again.

The two sons, the South and the North, accounted for more than half of Charlie's daily entangled emotions.

"I won't go to Anthony's wedding, I will find a royal envoy to bring my gift." Charlie changed the subject, "Anthony is married, and Pepin of Iberia should also be married, have you found the Visigoth lady?

Write a letter and let him come to me. I will personally marry him and canonize him as the king of the Visigoths. As for the Saracens woman, let him be his lover. This is just this one time. "

Chapter 377 Hamburg, King Castle in the North

Sitting on the soft cushion of the black-covered boat, Turitus's body heaved with the waves.

He sat up straight and stared out of the window. Turitus didn't have much expectation for his upcoming destination.