Chapter 626 Flanders’ Compromise
The military situation was urgent. A group of high-ranking army officers saluted Flanders one after another, then slowly exited the camp and returned to the battlefield to prepare for the fierce battle that followed.
After everyone left, Art knelt down beside Flanders' bed and held Flanders' right hand tightly. Flanders' eyes slowly moved from the last officer to exit, and he slightly turned his head to look at Art.
"Cousin Art, you can go too. You are needed on the front line, and thousands of our soldiers need you. I am waiting for your good news here——"
Flanders refused to leave the battlefield, the reason is unknown, even though his physical condition is currently critical, there is a risk of dying on the battlefield at any time. But he agreed to Art's request to send a letter to Thomas, the chief physician of Wales, to come and treat him.
Att glanced at Lord Galvin and Bishop Olof, who were also accompanying Flanders, but neither of them answered.
Looking at Flanders's weak appearance, the words "cousin Art" made the corners of the eyes of this outstanding young earl become moist.
"Go, go quickly! Remember, you can only win this battle, not lose!"
Flender's eyes were firm, and he used his last bit of strength to issue his last order as the supreme commander.
Matt slowly put down Flanders' right hand, gently pulled up the bearskin tent at hand, and slowly covered Flanders.
「国君请放心，我就是您手中的利剑，定将伦巴第的国土划入勃良第的版图！」
这是亚特向弗兰德许下的承诺。
Flanders half-closed his eyes and nodded slightly. Art is so much like him before, young and energetic, and a born leader at heart.
After Art exited the camp, Flanders called Lord Galvin and Bishop Olof to his side.
"Uncle, this time, my life or death is uncertain. You are the only elder of my Otto family who is still alive. You have been following me since I started the incident. Even at the most critical moment, you still risk your life to follow me. I, Flanders, will never forget this kindness. The Otto family will never forget it. In my eyes, you have long been equal to my father. Now, I am no longer able to fulfill my responsibilities as the king of a country, and my two sons are still young. Once I die unfortunately, the responsibility for the continuation and prosperity of the Otto family will be left to you, uncle."
Having been involved in shopping malls and officialdom for many years, Lord Galvin suddenly felt bad when he heard this.
“No, Burgundy can only have one king, and that is you, Flanders Otto!”
Lord Galvin spoke righteously and was very emotional. Perhaps noticing that his tone was a little excited, he spoke to comfort him again.
"Flanders, Art has ordered Doctor Thomas to come. You have to believe him, he will definitely find a way."
"Then can I believe you?"
Galvin was stunned, and he knew the meaning of Flanders' words. Flanders was suspicious by nature, and he still couldn't rest assured.
Bishop Olof on the side also noticed that Flanders' tone was not good, but he did not answer, but quietly waited for Lord Galvin's answer.
Galvin did not show any panic. Even though he was facing his own king, he was also his nephew.
He had only love and loyalty to him.
"Flanders, the blood flowing in you and me comes from the ancient Otto family. Although my uncle's reputation in the first half of my life was not good in the eyes of the major nobles, as a member of the Otto family, I unconditionally support your uprising, at the risk of my life and family's future. I do not do it for anything else, just to wash away the shame of many years! I only want the bloodline of the Otto family to continue!"
Flanders knew very well that Galvin had an indispensable role in winning the title of marquis. But even though he was connected by blood with Galvin, once his royal power was involved, he began to waver and doubt in his heart. In the face of power, few people can resist the temptation. Now that he has been plotted against, his two sons are still young. Once he dies, the rule of the Hou Kingdom will be in jeopardy. If he cannot clear the way for the next successor before his death, Burgundy will surely fall into division again. This was cruel to Flanders and determined the fate of the entire Burgundy. Therefore, he had to arrange everything before he died.
Cough~
Cough cough cough~
There was another violent cough.
"Damn it! This cough could kill me."
Looking at the blood at the corner of Flanders' mouth, Galvin quickly took out the silk scarf he was wearing and went forward to wipe it.
Flanders took a few breaths and felt a little better, and said again: "Uncle, I am too worried. But there is a question, I want you to answer me truthfully, because it is related to the peace and prosperity of the princedom in the next few decades."
Finally, Flanders decided to tell his biggest worry. Looking at Flanders' serious face, Galvin and Bishop Olof looked at each other.
"Go ahead, I guarantee the life of my family that I will answer you truthfully."
Flander nodded with satisfaction.
"Can I trust Art?"
Flander's words confirmed Galvin's conjecture. But Galvin did not hesitate.
“I think the only one we can rely on is Art!” Galvin looked at Flanders firmly, making no secret of his trust in Art.
Galvin's answer caught Flanders by surprise. He even began to doubt his initial judgment and fell into conflict again. After a moment, he set his sights on Bishop Olof, a clergyman whom he deeply trusted.
"What about you, Bishop Olof?"
Olov adjusted the hem of his skirt, and then nodded slightly to signal Flanders.
"My noble Lord Marquis, if someone asks me who is the greatest warrior in my eyes, my answer will always be only one - Art Wood Wells. You should know that he is the son of my religious guard, the son of the baron who was deprived of his title and land by the Count of Lombardy, Ward Bury. Since the beginning of the Holy War, he has accompanied his father on the Eastern Expedition.
Until a few years ago, he appeared in front of me in ragged clothes. Then he relied on his military exploits many times to step up to where he is today and has become a border count guarding the southern border of Burgundy. "
“If someone asks me who is the most loyal believer in my eyes, my answer will always be only one - Art. Woodwells. Art initially made a living by hunting and lived alone in what is now the Wells Valley Wooden Castle. It was a difficult life. When he first met me, he donated most of his savings to the church without my knowledge, so that the gospel of God could be spread throughout the world. Over the years. No matter where he was or his status, he always donated money generously to church repairs and relief for the victims. Looking at the entire kingdom, it is difficult to find another person. In addition, he risked his own life to remove the heretic Assassin raised by the Dean family and sent it to the Paris Inquisition for trial. Who among our Lord's followers has such wisdom and courage?
“If someone asks me who is the most compassionate person in my eyes, my answer will always be only one - Atwood Wells. Ever since Art became a patrol officer, he has never used the power and sword in his hands to oppress good people and take money. Even when he led troops to conquer enemy countries, he never slaughtered innocent people. He neglected the residents and allowed his subordinates to burn, kill and loot. The refugees often praised this kind-hearted and charitable young man, whose generosity saved countless lives."
Bishop Olof told all his opinions about Art in one breath, without reservation or exaggeration.
Flender listened quietly. Based on his understanding of Art over the years, Bishop Olof's words were indeed true.
Perhaps he was really worrying too much, but he couldn't convince himself. After all, some of Art's actions seemed to him to be beyond the pale, which was unacceptable to the leader of a country.
However, the current situation has left him with no choice. His only choice is Art, Art Wood Wells.
Flanders compromised, and the Lombards' poisonous arrows made him compromise.
Not long after, under the witness of the Finance Minister of the Burgundy Palace and Bishop Olof of the Burgundy Diocese, Flanders tremblingly picked up the seal symbolizing the ruler of the Burgundy Kingdom and pressed hard on the lower right corner of the document announcing the transfer of power.
Looking at the seal that symbolized power and throne, Flanders was filled with emotion. After Lord Galvin and Bishop Olof left, this time, a few tears quietly fell from the corners of the eyes of this man who had never admitted defeat.
At this moment, he truly understood that in front of the God of Death, everything would come to nothing. Even if you once had supreme glory, power, wealth, and land, they will eventually leave you————
At the moment he walked out of Flanders’ camp, Art’s heart was heavy. He not only felt sorry for Flanders's experience, but also worried about the future of his country.
Matt is a smart man, and so is Flanders. Once Flanders dies unfortunately, the entire kingdom will surely fall into war again. This is what neither of them want to see. But what troubles Art even more is that Flanders has not lowered his guard against him.
The moment he entered the door, Flanders' personal guard removed his long sword. However, there were seven or eight armed Kingsguards standing inside.
When Flanders appointed Art as the commander of the legion, the corner of his eye made him break into a cold sweat - the four guys standing at the edge of the camp had slowly stretched their right hands to the hilts of their swords.
Flender’s intention is obvious. If Art agrees, the sword-wielding iron guard will take him down without hesitation.
This time, Art escaped again, but his mood was extremely heavy.
On the way to the frontline battlefield on horseback, a thought that had never occurred before occupied his mind·
"Master!"
Ron came up on horseback, interrupting Art's thoughts.
As Art's right-hand man, Ron did not follow, but stayed at the front to closely watch the movements of the Lombards. Seeing Art return, Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing the Lombard cavalry coming in like a tide again, Art decided to seize the opportunity and completely defeat the Lombard cavalry in one go to avoid future troubles.
However, this group of Lombard cavalry who did not know the truth seemed to become more and more courageous as they fought, and they kept charging with all their strength. Little did they know that what was waiting for them would be a call from hell.