Chapter 747 Otto II
While the Southern Expedition Army marched toward the southern port of Lombardy in a mighty way, in the north, in Besancon, the capital of the Burgundy Kingdom, a coronation ceremony was held as scheduled.
Different from the depressing and serious atmosphere a few days ago, in Besançon at this moment, the residents walking on the street cheered and cheered for the new Marquis of Burgundy.
This is not only an affirmation of the peaceful excess of power, but also support for the succession of the new marquis.
At noon, the main cathedral is wrapped in a charming golden color by the warm sunlight. The cool breeze blew away the haze above the heads of passers-by, and everything was enveloped in a peaceful and joyful atmosphere·
The coronation ceremony was held as usual at Besançon Cathedral. This is not only the religious center of the entire Burgundy Kingdom, but also an important place to witness the change of power.
Hence the centuries since the church was built, the coronation ceremonies of successive rulers of this land have been held here. This also makes Besançon Cathedral a little more political.
The endless crowds of people on the streets of the city gathered in the direction of the cathedral with brisk footsteps. People were talking and laughing, eager to witness the coronation ceremony of the new generation of marquis. For ordinary people, even being able to show their faces in front of the palace nobles was lucky enough.
.—Hey, have you heard? Many people are discussing whether the young marquis is qualified for the position of marquis."
On the main north-south road that runs through Besançon, a middle-aged man dressed like a businessman in a gorgeous silk robe was walking and talking.
"If you ask me, like father, like son. Flanders has always been known for his toughness, which is no longer a secret in Burgundy. Although Glenn Otto, who succeeded the position of marquis, is not very old, it is said that due to Flanders's strict upbringing, he has extremely high demands on his two sons. Coupled with the assistance of Master Galvin and the ability of the southern military noble, it is enough to shock the palace. A group of old guys——."
"That's right," mentioned the southern noble. At this time, another fat guy suddenly took over the conversation and said excitedly: "I just received a letter from a Lombard business partner two days ago. He told me that the Burgundy soldiers are preparing for war these days, and they are expected to go south soon~"
Hearing this, the group of people suddenly changed the topic,
"That's great!"
Suddenly, a squire from a market town around Besançon clapped his hands and applauded.
"Look at how much cowardice we have suffered from being sandwiched between several major principalities over the past few years. If it hadn't been for the Marquis of Ivrea's many maneuvers, I am afraid that the principality would have been carved up by them. Now, we have joined forces with the Duke of Provence. The country invaded Lombardy from multiple directions and occupied almost half of their territory. During this period, Swabia, who challenged us on the eastern border many times, didn't even dare to fart. "
After hearing this, several people laughed loudly.
At this time, a businessman from Jonah Province added: "It is said that the Duke of Swabia took the initiative to send people to attend Flanders's funeral this time, and specially prepared several large carriages of gold and silver. If this happened before, they must have sent the heads of the soldiers from the border fortress..."
"Yes!"
"That's right~"
At this time, a grain store manager said with excitement: "Let me tell you, it is the Earl of the South that we dare to attack Lombardy so blatantly today."
Several people nodded in agreement.
During the conversation, the church bell suddenly rang·
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"Hurry up, hurry up, we won't be able to see the new king's coronation ceremony if it's too late~"
Hurry up, the people quickly ran towards the church. At this moment, the Besançon Cathedral was already overcrowded. Looking around, it seems difficult to find a place to stay.
Hons and wealthy businessmen from all over the country who were invited to attend the coronation ceremony of the new Marquis sat in their seats in order of status, chatting quietly with the people around them, and turned their heads in the direction of the holy platform from time to time, for fear of missing this grand coronation ceremony.
The bishop who presided over the coronation ceremony was from the Paris Church and was the same person who presided over the funeral.
Now that the princely state has long returned to the Kingdom of France, the bishops who will preside over major ceremonies are all arranged by Paris.
Seeing that the time had come, the bishop nodded slightly to the deacon on the side. The deacon immediately stepped forward and led two religious guards to the side door of the passage.
When the side door was opened by the religious guard, Glen Otto, the heir to the title who had been waiting for a long time, walked towards the altar with a smile. At this time, bursts of beautiful hymns came from the church.
Faced with the huge crowd of people in the church, the young marquis prince showed no signs of cowardice. On the contrary, he smiled and waved generously to the cheering crowd, showing his new king style in every move.
Perhaps he was born into a high-ranking noble family, or maybe Flanders raised his son well, but Glenn Otto’s face did not have the childishness that is unique to his age.
Compared with his peers, he has firm eyes and is less childish. Although he is only thirteen years old, he is similar in height to most of his peers. Likewise, his clear eyes inherited all the advantages of his father Flanders - they were deep, firm, and seemed to have the magic power to see through all lies.
Born into a princely family, he understood from a young age that he was born superior to others. But he did not feel complacent about it. Instead, he was kind to others, making people think that this noble boy was extremely kind and well-educated.
In the blink of an eye, Glenn was escorted by the guards to the altar.
"Dear Bishop~"
Glen politely bowed respectfully to the Bishop of Paris. Then he stood next to the bishop, facing the crowd.
At this time, the noisy temple suddenly became quiet, and everyone turned their attention to Glenn Otto who was standing on the altar.
When there was silence in the temple, the coronation ceremony of the new king officially began.
The Archbishop of Paris looked around at the large and small nobles, merchants, nobles, and citizens and squires who came to attend the ceremony, and then said: "Today, the gods have gathered us in this sacred place to allow everyone to witness a special coronation ceremony——"
Even if the crowd is crowded, you can still hear the sonorous and high-pitched voice of the Archbishop of Paris who read the document of appointment of the French King on the altar: "In the name of God, are you willing to use your own life to protect the people under your rule from the invasion of foreign enemies?"
Opposite the Archbishop of Paris, Glenn Otto, the prince of the Marquis, who was half a head shorter than him, responded with a sound like ringing a bell: "Yes, I will defend our homeland to the death with my blood and sharp sword!"
Under the holy altar, at this time, all the important ministers and nobles of the princely country held their breath, and all their eyes fell on this young ruler of the princely country.
Yesterday, he was the son of the former monarch Flanders Otto. Today, after the coronation ceremony is completed, he will become the new marquis of the princely country.
"..—·In the name of the King of France, I declare you to be the new Marquis of Burgundy—Otto II." After that, the Archbishop of Paris took the golden crown of the Marquis sent to him by the deacon and put it on Glenn Otto's head.
Glenn then bowed slightly, lowered his head, and kissed the ring on the hand of the Archbishop of Paris.
“…—God bless my lord, God bless you, noble Marquis.” the Archbishop of Paris said with a smile.
Subsequently, the crowd in the temple bowed and sent blessings to Glenn Otto on the altar.
At this time, the church hymn came to mind again.
While everyone was cheering for the new king, Lord Galvin standing in the corner secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, with a tired look under his red eyes.
Now that Flanders has passed away and the coronation ceremony of the new king has been successfully completed, Lord Galvin, who has been under high pressure for more than a month, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at the new generation of young marquis who was receiving blessings from everyone on the altar, Galvin finally showed a long-lost smile: "——Ron, what makes you so happy?"
In an abandoned manor in Lombardy, one day away from Wellsburg (formerly Solenburg), Art, who was checking the map in the tent, saw Ron running towards him with a red face, and couldn't help but ask.
"Master, you have made a fortune!"
After saying that, Ron handed the secret letter in his hand to Art.
Art slowly opened the mailbox rolled into a circle. There were only three short sentences on it - all the property in the mountain had been retrieved, with a total value of 12.25 million pfennigs, and all was hidden in the underground vault of Wellsburg.
Looking at the string of cold numbers above, Art fell into deep thought. Twelve million pfennigs were enough to cover the total taxes of the princely country for four years. This windfall alone will allow Art to form three more elite warrior legions of 1,500 people.
He originally thought that the treasures hidden by Ward Burley in the cave were only two to three million pfennigs at most, but now this number has become more than four times. Faced with this unexpected windfall, Art was at a loss for a moment.
Att did not move at all.
「Master!」
Ron shouted twice in a row before Art came back to his senses. After taking a deep breath, Art took another look at the secret letter on the table. After confirming that the number on the secret letter was indeed 12.25 million pfennigs, Art suddenly laughed loudly and said, "This deal is really a good deal!"
"Sir, it's not good!"
Seeing Angus' worried look, Art didn't take it seriously and asked with a smile: "Sergeant major, what made you so anxious?"
"According to the report from the task force, Nan The lords from all along the coast plan to unite and hire more than 3,000 professional mercenaries to stop our attack——"
While speaking, Angus had already handed Art the intelligence that Stanley had rushed.
Hhearing this sudden news, the smile on Art's face disappeared instantly.
Putting down the secret message and thinking for a moment, Art said to Ron: "Tell the officers of each company captain or above to go to the central army command camp to hold a military meeting immediately!"
"Yes, sir!"