Chapter 142 Let me think about it again
Under the protection of the holy gunmen, Horn mounted his war horse and once again set foot on the land of Fort Joan of Arc.
The dark clouds still hang over Castle Joan of Arc, but the fierce quarrel and fight scene yesterday seems to have disappeared.
Ladies wearing veils and hats are walking on the street, notaries wearing puffy sleeves and jackets are walking on the streets holding paper rolls, and craftsmen are rolling up leather-wrapped tools under their armpits and moving toward Go to your own workshop.
The workers on the other side of the canal picked up the broken homes, covered the holes in the doors with rags, put on their brimmless felt hats again, rolled up their sleeves, and lifted wooden logs filled with waste water. bucket.
If it weren't for the fact that there were more beggars on the street than before, and there were still unwashed bloodstains and mounds of undismantled fences on the ground, Horn would have thought nothing had happened.
Led by a sergeant wearing a smock, Horne and his party walked across the creaking suspension bridge.
When passing the city gate, Horn looked up and could still see the bottom of the spiked iron gate.
On the top of the doorway, several holes were specially opened. When the enemy walked into the doorway, the defending soldiers could pour hot water down from the holes or poke the enemy.
When encountering foreign enemies, the suspension bridge is the first line of defense, the hemlock door is the second line of defense, and the iron gate is the third line of defense.
Going further inside, there are crossbow shooting holes on the walls on both sides, which is the fourth line of defense. If not, there is a platform in the main building of the castle, which is the fifth line of defense.
It really feels like "my castle is impregnable".
Handing the horses to the servants to take them to the stables, Horn finally arrived at the castle that he could not enter.
But when his leather boots stepped on the fine wool carpet, a cold wind made Horn shiver.
Horn originally said it was already quite cold outside, but what he didn’t expect was that the Duke’s castle would actually be even colder.
Under the guidance of the servant, Horn went up to the second floor and came to a waiting room. In the waiting room, there was a hardwood table by the arched window, and a soft-sided armchair with brocade cushions on each side.
"Please wait here, the Duke is changing. He will be here soon."
Horn sat down on the soft chair and looked out of the window. , just in time to see the rolling fields and stacked houses in the distance.
The ant-like crowd is staggering forward in the gradually cooling autumn wind.
Not long after sitting in the waiting room, Duke Dardenne, whose name Horn had heard for a long time, finally opened the door and walked in.
Duke Dardenne looks to be close to forty years old, and he has a feeling of aging before his time.
It was exactly the same as what Sissi said. He was indeed bald, with only scattered hair on his temples and the back of his head.
But when Horn saw him, he still felt a little irritated.
He was wearing a yellow and black two-color jacket with a shade bag hanging on his crotch. A two-finger-wide necklace around his neck was inlaid with gold, silver and gemstones. He wore five gold necklaces on each of the five fingers of his left hand. ring.
Originally, the engravings on the ring should be combined and happened to be the family name of the Duke of Kush [Kiabs] and the ancient name of the Kush River.
But the one on his ring finger was replaced by an engagement ring, and the meaning of the ring became Kusabi.
The two walked to the side of the circle in a friendly manner without mentioning what Bulwerf had done before.
“I fell into the water some time ago and I was indeed ill. I neglected you, hahaha.”
“With the blessing of Myscella, your body has recovered and you are finally able to see people. "
"Can I have red wine?" Asking Horne to sit down first, Duke Dardenne took two hourglass-shaped gold cups from the servant and poured a glass for himself and Horne.
Looking at the gold cup in his hand, Horn did not drink. He decided to get straight to the point and not engage in any tricks.
Looking at the Duke sitting down, he raised his head and asked: "Have you ever drank blue blood wine?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
" Do you know what it is made of? "
"This is a secret of the church. It would be great if I knew." Picking up the hourglass-shaped gold cup, Darnay poured the purple wine. In the entrance.
"That's made of human flesh and blood." "Pfft——"
The wine in Darnay's mouth spurted out instantly.
"Cough cough cough, you, what, who... cough cough cough..." He coughed violently, picked up the satin handkerchief on the table and began to wipe his mouth, "What are you talking about, we are not Are you talking about Boerwerf?"
Without speaking, Horn took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Dardenne.
It excerpted how the priests prepared blue blood wine, and revealed that the Green Pied Piper was the church causing trouble.
Darnay didn't bother to wipe the wine stains on his sleeves and collar. He hurriedly picked up the piece of paper and looked at it carefully.
As his eyes glanced back and forth on the paper, Darnay's expression became increasingly ugly. In the end, his hands even trembled.
Dane fell on the chair and threw away the piece of paper like a god of plague: "Do you have any evidence? Where did you get the news? This, but, that is..."
"Of course I have evidence." Horn stared at Dardenne, "But I can't give it to you for the time being, Duke Dardenne. I came to you to negotiate terms."
"Conditions? What conditions?" Darnay recovered from the shock, and he was obviously confused.
“I know you want to use my name to revolt, but I will not stay in Castle Joan.” Horn said slowly, “What you lack is just a job that can inspire The farmers have a legitimate reason to stand up against the church, am I right?”
“Ah, yes, yes, I have been thinking about this recently,” Darnay nodded quickly, but he asked awkwardly. "Is this going too far? Won't it make the church angry?"
"Not everyone in the church is of the same mind. At most, it will only make the current pope angry, that Grandivar red Cardinal, maybe I'll thank you." Horn shook the wine in his glass but didn't take a sip.
"How are you willing to give me this evidence?" Darnay swallowed.
Horn frowned. Based on his previous image and methods, he thought the Duke was a soft-yellow-yet-hard man. How could he look like a coward until now?
Maybe I misunderstood, but Horn continued:
"First, I will not stay in the Thousand River Valley. In order to prevent you from being too enthusiastic, put me Stay with you, so the evidence will be given to you before I leave. Before that, I can at most give you some copies of the evidence.
Second, my old camp can help you get those 10,000 people. The five thousand young men in the army will be trained as soldiers and fight for you in my name. Some of the holy gunmen will also fight.
But I said in advance that my old soldiers will only help you fight, not. Under your command, the 10,000 new soldiers will be under your command.
Third, during my absence, you must ensure the food and clothing supply of my old camp. I will come to pick them up in about one to two years. "
"As long as this is true, of course I can promise you. "After agreeing to Horn's conditions, Dardenne stood up and suddenly sat down again, "Do you think this evidence can really motivate the farmers? "
"The Leians have a good reputation, the Frans are always xenophobic, the Norns love their hometown, and the biggest characteristic of the Thousand Valley people is their emphasis on kinship.
Basically every Qianhe Valley person has had the experience of having a relative or friend taken away by the Pied Piper.
But according to myths and legends, it was the people of Qianhe River Valley who caused the evil themselves. They could not blame others harshly, but could only blame themselves.
If you tell them that this has nothing to do with the Qianhegu people, it is the fault of the church.
With these hundreds of years of grievances, the domineering behavior of Lord Franlea, and the murder of the innocent Dean Juanno... With these accumulated, can they still believe in the church?
At least until there is a major change in the local church, they will never believe in the Qianhe Valley Church again. "
"Oh..." With a grimace, Darnay subconsciously picked up the gold cup of wine and put it to his mouth. He didn't drink it, so he put it back. "I have to think about this..."< br>
“What are you afraid of? "Horn stood up and waved his hand to disperse the annoying smell of incense, "You are famous, rich, have a powerful secret army, and the remaining extraordinary knights of your family.
With your reputation and legal principles, in the entire Qianhe River Valley, if you raise your arms, they will respond in groups. "
"But that's only in the four plain counties. Duke Dardenne said with a bitter smile, "Those people in the five mountainous counties have long since stopped listening to me. Many of them even think that I am a lackey of the church." "
"But aren't you afraid that the church will take action against you? When you are accused of rebellion by the church, you better really want to rebel! "
Being snatched away by Horn, the expression on Duke Dardenne's face showed no emotion or anger. After a long time, he raised his head with determination:
"Okay. It's really time for me to cheer up, I, I've decided...or I'll think about it again. ”
"Okay." Duke Dardenne left him speechless, but Horn still nodded reluctantly, "I hope you can make a choice as soon as possible. You know, Duke Herma Stone is probably also very interested in this. ”
(End of this chapter)