Chapter 279 Guy? Ah bah!
Keeping the crown but giving up the right to inherit is actually not an uncommon operation for Western European culture.
Richard the Lionheart's father, Henry II, was the beneficiary of this operation.
The cause of the matter is actually the background of the book "Temple Spring and Autumn", but the matter is more troublesome than the story in "Temple Spring and Autumn".
In short, in order to compete for the throne of England, the grandfather and grandmother of Richard the Lionheart, and Isabella's uncle and aunt fought for 15 years with King Stephen who usurped the throne at that time.
All parties involved in this throne dispute were a little unable to hold on, so they reached a "Treaty of Winchester".
King Stephen retained all of his royal powers but recognized Henry II as his adopted son and heir.
This agreement made the rule of England truly belong to the Anjou family.
The reason why Jeffrey made this suggestion was still a test. Compared with discarding the crown directly, as long as the crown is still retained, everything is possible.
Even if Isabella's inheritance rights are recognized now, what about the future?
Nothing can be said about the future.
Who knows what kind of accident might happen to break off the descendants of Jerusalem and Anjou?
In short, Jeffrey needs time to connect.
But when many Franks learned that Guy still wanted to continue to occupy the throne, they also began to join forces.
At first, the suggestions were fed back to the councillors, then there were various discussions in the streets, and later, when Aaron was delivering newspapers to the pub, he could hear the citizens discussing it.
"Where does Guy's face come from! He is still wearing a crown? I thought that guy was dead long ago!"
"That's it! That's it! Three years ago, he was able to be crowned shamelessly, but where is he still?"
There were endless shouts in the pub. There was no other entertainment in life after work. Just like men of any era, they needed alcohol and direct insults.
It's just different from the past. In the past, what they discussed was often gossip that was either true or false and came from unknown sources.
After newspapers became available, although the price of newspapers was still beyond the reach of ordinary citizens, tavern owners would still get a few copies in order to attract customers, and then find someone who could read to read them aloud to everyone.
The business of the tavern established in this way has been booming in a short period of time.
Because the content in newspapers provides these drinking men with a large amount of more convincing and well-founded information.
At least, with the advent of newspapers, when people talk about the political situation of the kingdom, they no longer talk about blind men and eunuchs talking about brothels, but they can imitate cats and talk about tigers, and talk about something more practical.
It can be said that the emergence of newspapers has made a qualitative leap in men's entertainment.
"I also heard that when Guy was in Europe, he married a half-snake, half-human witch!"
"Not only that, you all don't know, but his past experience has been beautified a long time ago! If it weren't for that, just because of his family's family background, how could he possibly marry His Majesty Sibylla!"
As he spoke, he showed some expressions that all men knew, and for a while, a happy atmosphere appeared in the tavern.
Aaron didn't pay much attention to the exchanges between the adult men, but hurriedly unloaded a few copies of the newspaper on his body and handed them to the owner of the tavern, then waved and left.
Newspapers in places like pubs are reserved, and the money does not pass through the hands of the newspaper delivery person.
On the one hand, in addition to discounts for long-term subscriptions, there is also the protection of newspaper deliverers.
The city these days is barbaric and desolate, and the so-called order is just more stable than outside the city walls. Young people carrying money bags wandering on the streets are undoubtedly giving potential criminals an opportunity to attack.
Today's newspaper is completely different from that of later generations. The paper is actually not very large. It is only a double page, 42 cm x 60 cm. Due to the poor quality of the paper used, the ink is not very clear, but the craftsmanship is not good. For this reason, the font size in the newspaper is quite large.
Such a newspaper, which cannot be printed well and has a small paper size, naturally does not have much content.
But those two to three thousand words already cover the recent important affairs of the kingdom, the war situation on the front line, the new interpretation of church doctrine, and even the fights in the parliament.
It’s enough to make many people excited when they hear it.
Then when the tavern owner opened the newspaper and saw the headline, he was stunned for a moment.
It clearly says:
The Lusignan family made suggestions in parliament, hoping to reach the Treaty of Tyre, stipulating that Guy would hold the crown until his death, and then let Isabella or Isabella's heirs inherit it.
The MPs held a heated discussion on the proposal, and nearly half of the MPs preferred to reach the treaty to avoid civil war caused by the British and French Crusaders intervening in the kingdom's affairs.
"Ah?!"
The tavern owner lost his voice for a moment, then smashed the table hard and shouted loudly to the drinkers in the tavern:
"Oh no! Something happened, Guy really wants to continue to be the king!"
For a moment, the atmosphere in the tavern became subtle. This matter of suffering the consequences of eating two crops is not something suitable to be joked about.
During the battle three years ago, Guy gathered nearly all the adult male Franks who were suitable for fighting from every town in the kingdom, so he had an army of 30,000.
In other words, many of the Franks drinking in taverns today are veterans who fought with Guy. Some were lucky enough to escape, some were redeemed after being sold into slavery, and some were sold as slaves. Latin was kindhearted and let him go.
But no matter what happened, the Franks who had experienced that catastrophic failure were a little frightened about Guy becoming king.
Of course, in a moment of journalism glamor, the newspapers essentially just wrote that nearly half of MPs favored the treaty.
There was no word on the result of the vote, nor on whether the treaty would be extended. In short, when the tavern owner subconsciously shouted that Guy would continue to be king, the atmosphere in the tavern was not right.
Before the tavern owner could continue to read the newspaper, the more virtuous Frank suddenly stood up after a few glasses of wine, raised his fist and shouted to the people around him.
"Let's go! Let us destroy his house in Lusignan!"
"Okay! Let's go! Let's go together!"
The tavern owner also wanted to catch a few people who didn't pay, but he couldn't do it, so he just went out with them.
At 6 p.m. in the evening, a dozen guys smelling of alcohol gathered near the dock tavern. They shouted slogans and rushed to the Lusignan mansion. Along the way, many Franks saw They were so talented that they all joined in.
In a short time, by the time the Paladins received the news, hundreds of people had gathered.
And this is not just the case with the Franks, many Greeks have also mixed in, and even some people with evil intentions are ready to fish in troubled waters.
Seeing that things were about to turn into smashing, smashing, and looting, a few Frankish veterans who were relatively clear-headed immediately stood up and stopped the more than a hundred people.
I didn’t say much in particular. In short, I divided the guys into different teams according to my custom during shield wall training, so that I could get acquainted with who each was.
To be able to survive in the Levant, the Franks naturally have a few tricks up their sleeves. Theoretically, all adult male Franks in the city were obliged to take up arms and participate in defense.
Any free Frankish citizen had the right to carry weapons with him, which was completely different from Europe, which had begun to solidify its classes.
Just over a decade ago, Barbarossa began to issue decrees prohibiting non-knights from holding swords.
Since it is essentially an all-military service, training on shield wall formations must be conducted every year.
Although it has not yet broken away from the level of a ragtag group, it is at least a ragtag group that can freely organize personnel.
Those who were divided into teams stood at the four corners of the parade, restraining the crowd inside and ensuring that the team developed in a controllable direction.
As the parade progressed, the number of people in the team also increased. The first dozen people turned into more than a hundred people, and then there were hundreds and nearly a thousand people.
The Paladins of the police department mobilized quickly, but they just watched such a huge crowd shouting "Guy, get out." passing in front of them.
"Are we just going to leave it alone?" An ordinary police officer who had just joined the job asked Paladin, who was leading the team.
"Do we have the ability to control it? Besides, do we need to control it?"
Paladin, who led the team, shrugged. Although he was now a silent social instrument, it did not mean that he did not have his own preferences.
Please...you...collect 6...9...books...!
Guy?
Ah bah!
In short, the parade passed in front of many police officers from the Police Department, and the Minister of Military Affairs also rejected the proposal from the Ministry of Military Affairs on whether to mobilize troops into the city.
The seemingly efficient government agencies of the Kingdom of Jerusalem all tacitly pretended that nothing happened that night. At most, the police department contacted personnel to prepare for special situations such as firefighting.
This is not an alarmist statement. Because of the dark weather, some people in the parade actually held up torches!
……
Garris pushed hard on the boulder called Era, and then the boulder rolled up on its own.
More than a year ago, Garris began to build a certain degree of publicity, arranging for Isabella to attend more public events to make the Franks familiar with her.
At the same time, some ambiguous news about Guy was also arranged. In fact, it was just rumors, but it was in line with the cognition of people of this era.
It can only be said that the Frankish farmers have their own unique worldview.
Garris stood on a building some distance away from the parade crowd, with many Paladins following him.
After such an accident, Garris would naturally not be able to sit idly by. Such mass incidents could easily lead to tragedy in the Middle Ages.
However, fortunately, so far, the group of people marching have relatively strong self-restraint. Occasionally, there are some guys who want to fish in troubled waters, and Paladin, who is following closely, can stop and deal with them in time.
Puldock on the side looked a little worried.
"That's not good. Isn't it against the law?"
"Do we have laws in place?"
Garris spread his hands.
Puldock thought for a while, and it seemed true.
Today, the Second Kingdom does not have a written legal system. To be precise, it is still in the state of customary law.
Although the kingdom has promulgated many decrees to structure the kingdom's institutions and determine administrative taxes, there is no restriction on the gathering of relevant people.
Of course, in fact, in this era, there is really no way to restrict it, unless you send cavalry.
"I think this is pretty good."
Because power is not given through charity, someone needs to show their strength and fight for themselves.
The old god on Garris's side is more of a bystander watching the fun and ensuring that things don't develop to the bad side.
But the situation at the Lusignan residence was different. Guy was really panicked. He once again experienced the dilemma of being ambushed on all sides and besieged on all sides.
But last time, he was surrounded by tens of thousands of Saladin's troops, and this time, he was surrounded by thousands of mobs.
This mob is not an ordinary mob, but a well-trained mob!
The one holding the torch didn't say anything. Why did some of these mobs bring shields and spears and started to build a shield wall!
Does this really mean that he, King Guy, is regarded as an enemy and is coming to fight, right?
Even if there is a war, he has no troops around him now. His house is surrounded three floors inside and three floors outside, and there is no way to send a messenger to shake people off.
And Jeffrey in the mansion was also pacing back and forth in the room. As the oldest of the three brothers, he had seen all kinds of storms.
But this was the first time I had seen this kind of situation where thousands of mobs surrounded the house and could be invaded at any time and set the whole family on fire.
It's not that Geoffrey hasn't encountered dangerous situations, but he hasn't thought that Guy could be surrounded by the Franks even though he holds the crown and is considered the king? !
This, this is a fart king!
"What to do, what to do?"
Guy asked again and again.
"The current solution is to appease those outside, and it would be best for you to come forward in person."
"If you want to wear the crown, you must first bear its weight. If you don't face the responsibilities and obligations of being a king, how can you possibly secure the throne in the future?"
Facing the rebuke from his third brother, Guy took a few deep breaths and really couldn't think of any more solutions.
This mansion was built temporarily, and even the tunnels were not prepared. Unless the mob outside dispersed on their own, or were driven away by other troops, he would really not be able to get out.
As for the other armies?
I thought too much and had no hope at all. Those troops all wore the same pants as Balian!
After analyzing the pros and cons, Guy kept comforting himself, convincing himself that there was nothing to fear from the bombers outside.
As long as he puts on his armor and crown, and his knights show off as much power as possible, it will be enough to calm the matter down.
Mainly because there's not much else to do except this.
If you continue to stay in the house, if someone throws a torch and burns the house down, it will be a dead end!
(End of chapter)