Chapter 689 Foundation
".·Come back!" Ron just turned to go out, and Art suddenly stopped him again.
The prince's safety.
At the same time, Phoenix was secretly ordered to take people back to the palace to prevent the situation from getting out of control. "
"I understand, sir." Ron took the order and retreated.
Ate stood alone at the gate of the Sheriff's Department, watching the people coming and going on the street, and gradually fell into deep thought -
Originally thought that letting Lord Galvin and Bishop Olof secretly escort Flanders back to Besançon was a wise choice. never thought,
The Duke of Lombardy actually stabbed himself in the back like this again. Although it is difficult to kill him, he may injure his muscles and bones.
After the Lombard palace spies lurking in Besançon made such a fuss, Art suddenly felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.
Now that King Flanders has died, this will undoubtedly make things worse for the still-fledged Burgundy Kingdom.
Although the Burlindi Principality openly broke away from the rule of the Burlindi Principality with the support of the Kingdom of France and returned to the French King who was far away from itself. However, the Duchy of Burlindi and the Marquis have deep historical connections and complex interests. Coupled with the closer geographical relationship, the Marquis of Burlindi will still be difficult to get rid of the influence of the Duchy in the short term.
Once the monarch of the Burgundy Kingdom dies, the Duchy of Burgundy is very likely to break the treaty and attack the Burgundy Kingdom during the window of power transfer between the old and new monarchs.
At this time, various forces within the Kingdom of France were fighting fiercely for royal and religious rights. If the Duke of Burlindi saw the right opportunity and attacked the princes with lightning speed and took Besançon directly, the Burlindi court would definitely be difficult to resist.
In addition, the ambitious Principality of Swabia is also eyeing it, and is always ready to pounce and chew every bone in the principality's body.
Although the Mountain Confederation has temporarily restrained the neck of Swabia, the wild wolf, the Burgundy Kingdom is like a piece of fat that is always placed in Swabia's mouth. Whenever there is an opportunity, Swabia will break free from the chains and run straight towards the prey.
What is even more terrible now is that once the assassin lurking in Besançon succeeds, it is difficult to predict who will take the position of Marquis belonging to the Flanders Otto family.
Although the court of Besançon appears to be calm and calm on the surface, it is actually full of undercurrents and crises.
Since Flanders succeeded to the position of Marquis, the struggle between the old and new forces has long been no secret. With Baldwin's downfall as the dividing point, the struggle between the two factions reached its peak. If Flanders hadn't been strong enough and ruthless, he would have never been able to reconcile the conflicts between the old and new factions of officials.
Now that the Burgundy Kingdom has smashed its fist into the face of the Lombardy Principality, it is very possible to completely surrender this southern lion. If a fire breaks out in the backyard at this time, the winner will be difficult to determine.
If the Lombards succeed, the Burgundian Kingdom will become an ownerless land in a short period of time. At that time, all forces will definitely meet with weapons for this tiny piece of land that connects east and west and connects north and south.
Once the situation gets out of control, the layout you have built over the years will fall apart in an instant, and years of hard work will be ruined.
Thinking of this, Art had mixed feelings in his heart.
In his previous life, he was from a humble background, working as a cow or a horse, and died suddenly and no one cared about him in the workplace. Nowadays, we are living in troubled times, strategizing, winning thousands of miles, and establishing great achievements.
"No, I will never allow anyone to destroy the foundation I have worked so hard to build! Never allow it!"
Att clenched his fists and swore secretly in his heart.
"..—Father, cousin Flanders has worked hard for many years and managed to build the current foundation. I really feel sorry for what happened to him. Baron Phoenix, who was riding beside Lord Galvin on horseback, was still a little unable to let go of Flanders's death, and felt deeply for his father.
Lord Galvin looked back at the carriage carrying Flanders' coffin, and sighed softly, "Hey, the carriage has sent him back to his hometown." Phoenix is always there.
Since leaving the valley, the group of people has been heading northward in the wind and snow without stopping. Due to the low temperatures and raging wind and snow that have hit the North recently, it only took three days to reach the southern city of Engelberg in Lucese, but the group spent nearly five days before entering the city.
Fortunately, the weather improved in the past two days and the team accelerated their progress. In one day, the group will reach Engelberg. After a short rest there, the team will continue heading north to Besançon.
At this time, everyone on the road still knew nothing about the rumors spread by Lombard spies in the capital Besancon a few days ago.
Although the palace stood up to refute the rumors after they spread, and searched for those who spread the rumors. Unfortunately, after a series of actions with little success, they still failed to control the rumors spreading like a plague.
When the court of Besancon learned of the incident, the news of Flanders's assassination had already been carried to all directions by business travelers traveling to and from Besancon.
There was no possibility of stopping it.
With Besançon as the center, two days later, the Saône Province in the west, the Yona Province in the east and the Lucesene Province in the south learned of the matter almost at the same time. The slightly more distant Côte d'Or province received the news on the third day.
Outside of the Burgundy Kingdom, traders in the market towns on the border between the Burgundy Principality and the Swabian Principality, which is not too far away from Besancon, also began to talk about Flanders' death a few days later. Soon, this news will reach the ears of the dukes of the two countries.
· To say that the Principality of Burlindi and the Principality of Swabia are not greedy for the Principality of Burlindi is definitely a lie.
The news of Flanders's death will be like the smell of prey, becoming an irresistible temptation for these two wild wolves.
Over the years, the Duchy of Burlindi has been trying its best to dissolve the clan relationship with the Marquis of Burlindi and directly incorporate the territory of the Marquis of Burlindi into its own territory.
The Principality of Swabia in the west has been constantly harassing the eastern border of the Marquis for many years, trying to eat the Burgundy Kingdom one bite at a time.
This time Flanders died, and there was no one in charge at the court of Besançon. The Palace Guards Corps and the most powerful Welsh Army are still on their way to the south. Once the smoke breaks out again on the border of the Marquis, the Besançon Palace will definitely be unable to cope.
After traveling all night, the escort team finally arrived at Engelbe at noon on the second day.
In order to avoid attracting attention, the team entered the city and walked directly towards the secluded monastery in the north of the city, intending to rest there for a while before continuing north.
After being devastated by a night of bad weather, including wind and snow, coupled with his old age, and having been depressed for many days due to Flanders' sudden death, Lord Galvin suddenly suffered from a high fever when he arrived at Engelberg, and almost fainted at one point. Fortunately, the military doctors provided timely treatment, which prevented Sir Galvin's condition from deteriorating any further.
Looking at his father, who was lying motionless on the bed with his eyes closed, his already gray temples and wrinkles covering his forehead, Fenixton felt a pang of heartache. Since the War of Succession, his father, who had never participated in palace struggles, was busy running around, worrying about everything, and even almost lost his life many times.
After cousin Flanders came to power, Gao's father, as finance minister, became even busier and devoted almost all his energy to the regime of this new princely state. The once bloated and obese body became thinner and slimmer, and the round figure became thinner.
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Sir Galvin, who still had his eyes closed, coughed twice, and his white lips and yellow skin made him look lifeless.
Cough cough~cough cough cough~
There was another coughing sound in the house.
Sitting by the bed, Phoenix carefully tucked the quilt around Galvin's body, and then put his hand on Lord Galvin's forehead to check if his father had a fever.
The monastery has high walls and deep courtyard, and it is extremely cold in winter. Worried that Lord Galvin would catch cold and worsen his condition, Phoenix ordered two charcoal basins filled with charcoal to be brought into the house. Then push the window on the wall open a little to let out the gap to let the air circulate.
This is a method taught to him by his brother-in-law Art. He said that the burning of charcoal will produce a gas that can poison people unconsciously, and in severe cases, it can be life-threatening. Opening the windows will allow poisonous gases to flow out of the room and keep the air inside fresh.
Phoenix stood by the window and rubbed his cold hands.
Because the soles of his feet were crushed by war horses in the previous battle, he now walks with a limp. Because of his disability, some people even gave him a nickname - Phoenix with rotten legs.
At first, when Phoenix heard others calling him this, he was naturally angry and wanted to take revenge. But as time went by, he slowly accepted this title and no longer objected to others calling him this - of course, it was limited to calling him this behind his back.
Perhaps it is his years of military career that have tempered him, or perhaps it is his father, cousin Flanders, and brother-in-law Art who have led the way on his growth path, which makes Phoenix live a more transparent life than people of the same age, with more open-mindedness and tolerance in his heart, and a more mature and stable heart than others.
Looking at the snow on the eaves outside the window and the chirping of birds from time to time, Phoenix felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart. He opened the door and walked out of the house. Phoenix came to a courtyard surrounded by high walls in the monastery.
In the moist step gap on the side of the eaves, small clusters of fresh green moss are full of vitality and continue to extend around the step gap.
As he walked down the steps, Phoenix's deep boots stepped lightly on the thick white snow, leaving a string of lacy footprints behind him. In the memory, Phoenix felt that he had not enjoyed such a relaxing and joyful moment for a long time. Although it is simple and easy to obtain, it is usually not cherished by others.
While Phoenix was immersed in this joy, a rush of footsteps came from the corridor on the other side of the courtyard.