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

"I have, but I can't tell you." Malakiji said indifferently and stubbornly.

"Then you tell Charlie?" Alcuin couldn't help shouting, "If His Highness Charlie agrees, we will issue an order to mobilize soldiers now!"

Malajiji did not speak.

"We all know Charlie's plan. Now is not the time. If one day, Charlie decides to attack him, we can only do so!" Alcuin walked to his side, pressed his shoulder, and persuaded him earnestly.

"It's not the time, it's not the time." Jumping up from the pile of books, Malajiji slammed the document in his hand to the ground, "It wasn't the time five years ago, it wasn't the time three years ago, and it's not the time now.

It's not the time for Anthony to conscript Oupolite, and it's not the time to conscript Villetti. It's time for him to become the second Vidukind?

Five years, five full years, do you know how I lived these five years?

I dream about Paul every night, he always defends me in front of others, I hope he can stand in the light instead of hiding in the dark like me.

But this little wish was not fulfilled. If Anthony was a loyal subject, then I would bear it, but he is clearly a wolf pretending to be a puppy. Even so, can I still not take revenge?Will I still see that scumbag get his due before I die? "

In addition, there is another important reason that Malajiji did not say, that is, the results of Diodorf asking him to investigate Feng Sen's missionary work have come out.

This result was absurd and terrifying, but every time he wanted to talk about this issue with Diodorf, he would talk about him from left to right, and even avoided him directly.

If you don't know, then you have no responsibility.

But Charlie has always been very sensitive to the nobles who opposed him. At this critical point in the reform of Tang affairs, if Malajiji has been suppressing, then if something happens one day, he will be responsible for not reporting it if he knows it. What about reporting it?

Feng Sen didn't really rebel, at most he let go of his military power, and then added a life-and-death enemy to himself in the court, and it was easy to stab a thorn in His Royal Highness Charlie's heart.

At that time, even if he wants to take revenge, Charlie and everyone will stop him. What Malajiji wants is not Feng Sen's loss of military power, but blood.

Alcuin took a deep breath, rubbed his head and sat down on the original seat. His peaceful voice was actually a bit decadent: "Now we have divided the land in various places into parishes and handed them over to the priests, not in the form of land, and doubled the number of apprentice monks.

In order to maintain their loyalty, except for a small amount of employment, the rest has to be paid for with woolen cloth, beer and food.

Half of the coins we distribute to them are woolen fabrics. Now the production of Saxon woolen goods exceeds [-] pieces, accounting for [-]% of the entire Frankish. You know what this means. Before the completion of the construction of the woolen workshop in Friesland, we were Absolutely can't shoot Anthony.

In addition, you also know that His Highness is a nostalgic person, and you also know His Highness's pampering and love for Anthony. If Anthony is really His Highness's son, I guess his line of succession is higher than that of Italy's His Excellency Pepin. "

"I still don't understand why His Highness would indulge a foreign race like this." Malajiji covered his head with his hands in pain.

"Who can understand the king's mind? I don't understand either." Alcuin continued to pick up the quill from the ink bottle, "I still don't understand why His Highness wants to indulge the mean Queen Fastrada, but wants to Treat Iberia's own son Pepin harshly."

"In other words, unless Anthony really rebels, I absolutely can't shoot him, right?"

Turning around, his eyes were firmly fixed on Malarjiji, Alcuin said with a seriousness he had never had before: "Yes, not only me, but His Highness also forbids this."

"Aren't you afraid that he will really rebel and take the whole of Frank?"

"Malajiji, you are really imagining too much." Alkun laughed, "You should rest for two months and go back to see your other children. They are also your good children, aren't they?"

Malarjiji was silent for a long time, and finally picked up the document silently from the ground, and walked towards the door.

"Alcuin, one day, you will regret it."

Regardless of Alcuin's astonishment, Malarjiji closed the door heavily.

Chapter 391 Isn't it beautiful to use the competition system?

"One day, you will regret it!"

Standing at the gate of Charlie's Palace, the scene of Malajiji slamming the door inexplicably appeared in Alcuin's mind.

Although Alkun always felt that Malarjiji was worrying unfoundedly, a strange premonition made him uneasy. Perhaps, he should send someone to follow Malarjiji to prevent him from doing something stupid?

"Your Excellency Alcuin, Your Highness invites you to enter."

Alcuin pushed open the door, and saw that the originally bright palace was dark, all the windows were covered by wooden boards, and only the candles emitted a warm orange light.

Sitting on the recliner, Charlie stuffed his rough feet into the arms of two female slaves, and they gently pinched his feet.

"Your Highness's feet are starting to hurt again?"

"Yeah, those doctors told me not to walk or go to wet and cold places. No matter it's meat or beer, I have to drink less. Alcohol doesn't matter. I'm not allowed to eat meat. It's killing me!" Charlie said angrily. "Fortunately, those chefs from Seris have a way. They made fake meat out of soybeans and oyster sauce. They don't add any meat, but it tastes just like meat."

"Iberia has sent a lot of fruit, which may be relieved."

"I even believe that this is the heavenly father punishing me. When I was young, during the fasting period, I often couldn't help secretly eating meat and holding banquets." Touching the cross on the scepter, Charlie raised his head and asked Alcuin, "How is the matter with Malajiji?"

"I let Malakiji rest for half a year, and I heard he has returned to Austrasia."

Shaking his head slightly, Charlie showed sympathy and guilt on his face: "During this period of time, he was under a lot of pressure and was often assassinated... His youngest son is also named Paul, right? Give him my manor over there, and when he grows up, he can be made an earl, which is considered compensation."

"He contributed to the cause of the heavenly father, and the heavenly father will bless him." Alcuin said lightly.

"Of course." Charlie squinted his eyes and enjoyed the massage from the slave girl, "How's the battle going on at the front?

Taking out a stack of battle reports and letters, Alcuin smiled: "Your Highness Charlie has done a good job, our fortress is advancing steadily, although the Avars resist stubbornly, I believe they will not last long.

However, I heard a piece of news. I don’t know if Avar Khan bought it himself or the Byzantines offered it. The Avars got a lot of armor. "

"Tell me in detail."

"Among the many tribes in Avar, there is one called the Mohan tribe. They are equipped with a lot of this kind of leather armor and iron armor. It is said that they used to be descendants of the Siris people who migrated westward, so they are very good at archery. Our army and these people When the warriors of the Paohan tribe confront each other, most of them will be killed by their rain of arrows."

Charlie leaned on the armrest of the recliner and sat up. He coughed, and the two foot-massage girls from Hamburg's Great Sword Bath respectfully stood up and left.

"Seresian again?" Charlie tapped his head with his fingers, "How do they treat us?"

While putting the documents on the table, Alcuin said: "These people, like the Saxon Sirians, were pagans at the beginning, and they believed in ancestors and longevity.

But they were squeezed out by the rest of the Avars from the beginning, so as long as we don't attack their territory, they will not attack us or take the initiative to help Avar Khan. "

"This is interesting."

Charlie looked down and began to think.

In order to implement the reform of the centralized system, he relied to a certain extent on Feng Sen's various industries, including ironware, woolen cloth, paper, and management experience from the East.

In the current entire Saxon system, those responsible for managing these industries and controlling the grassroots of Saxony are the Seresians. Among them, the soldiers who are the pillars of the military force are the Seresians, and the second force, the Eight Banners, is a group of people who have paid a lot of sunk costs to become the Saxons. soldiers of all nationalities.

Although most of the grassroots are non-Seresians, Feng Sen's reform of the Lijia system has made the Duchy of Saxony's control over the grassroots extremely strong.

If Charlie cut the vassal rashly, even if he just pulled Feng Sen from Saxony to the court, a little carelessness would cause another rebellion in Saxony, let alone forceful suppression.

Charlie was not worried about whether the suppression would succeed. Even if the suppression failed, Saxony would be independent at best. Frank was much higher than Saxony in terms of population, land, and resources.

What he is worried about is that once the war starts, Saxony is likely to be a wasteland, and the economic benefits it brings to Frank will drop sharply.

What is different from the past is that in order to implement Feng Sen's Tang Wu movement, Charlie has accumulated a large number of enemies in the country, and the current structure of the priesthood bureaucracy is not yet stable.

If there is a war with Feng Sen, it is very likely that the nobles suppressed by Charlie will revolt and make trouble, and the current reforms that are steadily improving will stagnate or even regress.

This is unacceptable to Charlie.

So is there a peaceful solution to the Saxon problem?

Yes, but even if Feng Sen is really separated from Saxony, Saxony is currently controlled by the Serese faction. Unless Charlie offers better conditions than Feng Sen, they will not accept a bureaucrat appointed by Charlie.

But what is the difference between Feng Sen and Feng Sen now?Maybe the new one is not as loyal as Feng Sen, and the benefits he brings are not as high as Feng Sen.

Or it can be split, but it still holds the same principle. The Saxony Serese have extremely high control at the grassroots level, so Charlie can at most maintain a nominal rule. Apart from increasing risks, it will not be much better than it is now.

As for the one-time replacement of the Siris forces, it is no different from beating Saxony to nothing, but if you want to infiltrate a little bit, they won't give you a chance.

Those who came out of the Hu Han transformation system must be more inclined to the Seres people.

But now the emergence of the Paohan tribe gave Charlie another way of thinking, what if people from the Paohan tribe were introduced?

They are also Serisians. Although those Saxony Seris groups are not welcome, they are not completely rejected. Moreover, these people from the Mohan tribe were originally excluded in Avar.

If the people who control these Mohan tribes, is it possible to fight against Saxony in the future, or even infiltrate Saxony a little bit?

Wouldn't it be beautiful to support these people from the Mohan tribe to suppress the Avars, and then use the superb riding and shooting skills of the Avars to suppress the Sires, and use the competition system?

It's just that Charlie hasn't had direct contact with the people of these Mohan tribes, and there is very little intelligence and information. At present, whether they can take on such an important task is still a big question mark.

"Your Highness?" Seeing that Charlie bowed his head and did not speak for a long time, Alcuin thought he was asleep, so he could only tentatively ask, which interrupted Charlie's thinking.

"What's the matter?" Putting those fantasies aside, Charlie knew that there were still things to deal with after all.

"Your Highness, the first matter is about Malajiji. Before Malajiji left, he accused Duke Anthony of Saxony of killing the inspector of the kingdom... and his son."

"I've said this many times. If Anthony killed his son, then I will make a fair verdict. But I have not been able to produce evidence. I can't easily judge a noble duke." With a long sigh, Charlie continued, "As for the matter of the inspector of the kingdom, some time ago, Duke Heidewin of Thuringia volunteered to be the inspector of the kingdom to inspect Saxony. He will not be intercepted again, right?

When I settle things in the south, I will go to Saxony myself and bring Anthony to Rome to meet the Pope. If Malarjiji has any objections, then go to Rome and we will confront each other before God.

Oh, by the way, it just so happened that the Villetti and the Sorbs were pacified, and the Avars had an ally who was the Moravians. They asked Anthony to fulfill his military obligations and lead troops to contain the Moravians. "

"Okay, I'll do it now." Nodding hesitantly, Alcuin hesitated for a while before continuing: "Your Highness, this second matter is a letter from Bishop Benedict. The local nobles and priests agree Requesting the title of King Pepin, Your Highness, I think this matter is indeed on the agenda, whether it is military merit or prestige, Your Excellency Pepin of Iberia..."

"He married that pagan, and he still wants me to make him king? What do those priests and nobles think of them? They say they can be made a king? It's my right to be a king." Charlie scolded impatiently, " Whenever he divorces that heretic, I will crown him king!"

"But……"

"It's about the glory of God, and I will never compromise!" Charlie said stubbornly to Alcuin.

Looking at Charlie's angry face, Alcuin knew that it would be difficult to talk about this matter today, so he bowed slightly, pleaded guilty, and left straight away.

After sitting alone on the recliner for a while, Charlie picked up the battle reports and letters from Iberia on the table.

Looking at these letters, Charlie fell into deep thought. The map of Iberia, the swords sent from the front, and the words of Benedict and Alcuin all appeared in front of his eyes and ears.

Finally, an inexplicable picture appeared in Charlie's mind.

That was five or six years ago. Pepin, a hunchback who was less than 15 years old, rode a pony and stumbled behind the large army. Follow Charlie.

"Our child will be the king of Frank, right?"

right?

"what--"

Beads of sweat slid down Charlie's cheeks. He pinched the ankles of his legs, and piercing pain spread upward from his toes, and even Charlie couldn't help howling.

The muscles on his face trembled, his veins bulged, and he rolled off the couch.

An attendant hastily opened the door and barged in. He saw Charlie, who was sweating profusely and had a ferocious face, and immediately shouted in shock, "Court doctor, call the court doctor."

"To shut up!"

"Court doctor, court doctor..."

"boom!"

The attendant's body fell limply, and blood slowly dripped from the paperweight in Charlie's hand.

Charlie's chest kept rising and falling. Obviously, the pain in his feet still persisted, and the guards in the corridor seemed to have heard something, so they rushed over.

"This man is an assassin, and I have subdued him." With a hoarse voice, Charlie waved his hand impatiently, "I'm going to the bedroom, before I come back, clean up the floor."

"I obey, Your Highness." The guard knelt on one leg, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Chapter 392 Duan Wenchang

"Mo Qing, is this the silver refinery?"

Feng Sen asked the village guard of Yinshan next to him. This town guard was selected by Feng Sen with his prestige last time. His name was Duan Wenchang, and his style name was Moqing.

"Exactly." Wearing a loose green robe, Duan Wenchang stroked his beard and smiled, "This is the silver smelting field of the Ramersberg Mine in Yinshan Township. Most of the silver ore is smelted here."

Regardless of the mediocre name, this kid has a very big background. He is the great-great-grandson of Duan Zhixuan, a general in the early Tang Dynasty. As for this Duan Zhixuan, all he needs to mention is that he was present at the Xuanwumen Incident.

This Duan Wenchang seems to be bold and unrestrained, but in fact he is as careful as a hair. Since taking charge of Yinshan Township last year, he has never made a mistake. It is rare for Feng Sen to draw a golden legend.

This Duan Wenchang can take over Wei Guanzhi's position and become Feng Sen's new secretary if he continues to work at the grassroots level for a year.

"Mo Qing might as well show me around."

"What's so interesting about this rotten silver refinery?" Although Duan Wenchang said so, he still led Feng Sen into the interior of the silver refinery with a smile.

The silver refinery is not big, it is composed of several thatched sheds and brick yards, and the dark furnace emits flickering flames from time to time.

"Take a look, Mr. Jie." Duan Wenchang easily lifted a piece of silver ore the size of a human head, "This kind of lumpy ore with high silver content is called reef, like this, small and broken ones are called sand, and this kind, this kind of ore wrapped around the outside is called surrounding rock.

It's just that the silver mines here are quite good, most of them are reefs, which are much better than what I saw at Miller Mountain back then. "

Picking up a piece of silver sand casually, Feng Sen observed it carefully under the sun, but found no metallic luster.

"Jie Shuai, you can't see it like this." Duan Wenchang laughed, "Although the silver mine here is rich ore, silver is the essence of heaven and earth after all. Even if it is rich ore, the silver content is very low, so silver refining is necessary. , the most important thing is to gather Yin together, and Jieshuai will follow me forward."

The sky was full of dust, and in this open-air square, there were endless shouts and the sound of rocks breaking. Hundreds of big men held sledgehammers, gritted their teeth, and smashed pieces of silver ore as big as buckets into pieces.

"This is to break open the surrounding rocks and remove impurities." With his finger moving, Duan Wenchang pointed forward.

I saw a group of slaves putting the crushed ore into the water flow pumped by the water wheel, and using something like a sieve to put the crushed ore into it and keep shaking it.