Rise of Rurik

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The team was heading towards Shannon. As it got closer to the goal, Aribert felt that something was fishy.

Although it has not snowed yet, in most places farmers have stayed at home to recuperate, and at most they work near their homes. Only a few people work far away from home.

He saw a lot of people hauling logs and noticed even more people logging just down the road.

The local ponies are so short that they look like a joke, and there are also donkeys that roar to make people laugh. These animals drag two-wheeled carts that have been converted from carts. There are a lot of wood piled on the cart, and it can be seen that it is freshly cut.

The more Alibert thought about it, the more something was wrong. Firstly, these people dressed as villagers were cutting and transporting wood, and secondly, they were not afraid at all when they saw the cavalry.

"Is this happening? Is this an order from Lord Reglaf? I saw these low-class people cutting down trees."

"You just found out?" Bruno, who had already mounted his horse, tilted his head and said indifferently.

"How? Are they really allowed to cut down trees at will? Regraf needs wood very much?"

"Because he was a merciful man and now gave the mountains and forests to his subjects, so everyone came to cut the trees."

"What did you say? I seem to have heard something extraordinary." Of course Aribert couldn't believe it.

"That's true." Bruno shrugged: "I also think this kind of decision is very radical, but...Regraf has his own ideas. He also has more radical resolutions."

"He's not crazy, is he?"

"Shut up!" Bruno immediately said harshly: "I hope you won't rebuke him so arrogantly when you see him."

"I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing. I don't have any ill intentions towards him, but I just can't understand these practices. By opening up the mountains and forests, wouldn't it mean that lower class people can hunt freely?"

"You are asking knowingly." Bruno said again, "I am a noble in the northern part of the empire, and I am not allowed to hunt freely here. Reglaf allowed me to do so, so..." He pointed at the longship accompanying the team: "Give him most of the venison, and my people will take the skins and bones."

"It seems you made a deal. By the way, you are related."

"No." Bruno shook his head again: "All Shannon residents have permission, and they can hunt freely. Maybe..." He raised his head and said frankly: "Maybe this is why the farmers support him."

Alibert still didn't understand that the folk customs in Shannon were obviously different from other regions. He just couldn't understand that the nobles wanted to share their property with the lower class.

Because even serfs were allowed to cultivate and hunt freely. How is this different from restoring serfs to freemen? Who would look down upon the lowest untouchables? By doing this, wouldn't Reglaf be dishonoring his status as the King of Mercia?

All Ariobote who witnessed it would remember it and write it down as soon as they settled in.

At this moment, a small fish market appeared on Shannon's small wharf, and the rivers and lakes were open to farmers. So a group of villagers quickly made rafts. Instead of hiding and tucking them in, this group of hidden fishermen went to places where they knew there were plenty of fish and started fishing.

Seeing a group of cavalry arriving, the villagers buying and selling fish quickly dispersed.

"It's incredible, you actually have a market here?" Alibert asked in surprise.

"Like a mushroom after an autumn rain, it suddenly appears." Bruno said, pointing in all directions. "Look at it! This is Xiang Village, a very big village."

Following the direction of the finger, Aribert, who came to Shannon for the first time, saw clusters of farmhouses arranged in a disorderly manner. There were also a large number of trees in the village. The sparse woods concealed the true appearance of the village, making it appear extremely wealthy. The depth is huge.

Indeed, it is winter when everything changes. As the climate continues to get colder, the last broad-leaved forests cannot hold on. If there is another cold wave, only pines and cypresses will be left without falling leaves in the entire area.

Entering the already barren mound and standing on the foundations of the ruins of the Roman-era castle, you can have a bird's-eye view of the villages of Avane and Xiang.

People can only get a bird's-eye view in winter, because in the rest of the year, the two villages are shaded by overly dense trees.

The fact is that only in winter, the abandoned farmland becomes the army's

The build-up provides excellent expanses of flat ground.

The blond warrior staying at the village dock noticed the sudden appearance of a group of horseback riders, who were striding forward with bucklers on their backs, and then kept their hands on the hilts of their swords alertly.

One person raised his voice in a arrogant manner and ordered: "Who are you? Get off your horse immediately! Tell us your identity."

"You!" Being questioned by a blond soldier with a strange accent, Aribert's pride prevented him from saying a word.

Then, some fishermen who came ashore with harpoons gradually gathered around, even though these people were all gray-haired old people.

Because Reglaf has an order, if the war expands, the elderly and young people in the territory can also join the army and have the power to collect loot.

So some elderly people who were nearly fifty years old happily became "reserve militia".

The atmosphere became a little tense, and Bruno hurriedly came to smooth things over.

"Karsson," he said, "the men on horseback are not enemies. They are guests from Aquitaine, envoys from Charles, who have come to see the King of Mercia."

"Really? Are they actually visitors from Aquitaine? Lord Bruno, do you have any proof for these guests?"

"I have it!" He said directly, "Warrior, take me to see your baron. I have a personal letter from the King of Aquitaine. I have a mission and must deliver this letter."

"Absurd! My master is the King of Mercia. You only need to call him king here, and you are not allowed to call him baron. Besides, you want to ride on a horse and carry weapons? Don't even think about it. Now take your people immediately Dismount and remove all weapons. Otherwise..."

Aribert never imagined that these Shannon soldiers could be so arrogant. They were clearly on high alert, as if a war was imminent and they were approaching the city.

With no choice but to carry out the mission, Aribert had no choice but to surrender. He called on his men to dismount and said: "The sword is a symbol of nobility. I am a baron, and you must respect me."

"Who cares? We don't care." The soldier named Karlsson still ordered: "Remove your weapons."

The veins on Ariobert's face trembled, but when he thought about the misunderstanding and conflict that broke out at the old stone bridge, in order to avoid repeating the same mistake, he noble decided to surrender first. Of course, he will also take note of this matter, and Charlie will compensate him afterwards.

The entire team of envoys was disarmed, and the cavalry from Poitiers reluctantly handed over their swords and daggers, and their lances were also placed together.

However, they were allowed to lead the horses, and then they took the "gift" that they urgently needed to present to Lord Reglaf, and walked towards the training ground accompanied by Bruno.

Aribert continued to be in disbelief that there was still a training ground here. He was just bored with the village dwellings, but looking around he saw that there were "wooden walls" made of wood everywhere.

The sound of banging wood is often heard in my ears. If you look closely, there are many villagers chopping firewood.

The man leading the horse attracted a large number of villagers to watch. Ariubert showed his last arrogance, and his team of envoys held a special flag with three abstract and ferocious yellow lions sewn on the red background cloth.

Such a pattern represents the glory of Charlemagne. It is indeed Charlemagne’s grandson, Charles the Bald, who has the same name as him. Although he is now the king of Aquitaine, he has ordered the nobles loyal to him to display such a banner—the new Charlemagne is here. The Empire South is born.

But the people in the Shannon area know nothing about this. They are just honest people living in a closed area.

They were here to watch the excitement, watching as these weirdos gradually left the village and headed towards the training ground under the supervision of the army.

Arriving at the training ground, Aribert had heard a low roar not far away, which reminded him of the hustle and bustle of the battlefield.

Bruno mounted his horse first and galloped towards the tent at the training area.

How did the cavalry appear in Shannon? The appearance of a horseman immediately attracted the attention of the more than a thousand warriors who were training. Reglaf noticed it and became vigilant.

He took a closer look and saw that it was Bruno, and his nervousness instantly eased.

Regraf ordered the whole army to stand still, pointing their spears towards the sky, and the soldiers lined up and stood at attention.

He flicked his neck again and brought more than a dozen brothers with him

He came over with a smile.

Bruno immediately reined in his horse, regained his agility, and showed off with a smile: "Look! My horse."

"Strange, where did you get the horse?"

"It's a long story. You have guests, and... they'll be here soon."

"Guest? Who is it? Do I allow guests to come uninvited?" Regraf felt that things were not simple.

"He's a visitor from Aquitaine. Don't we have a plan to talk to Charlie over there? It seems that Charlie himself also wants to."

This is an opportunity! Regraf pinched his waist: "Is that so? I would like to talk to them. Right here!"

It seemed that an armed team had arrived. After taking a look at the new army that he had trained with some success, he gave the order again. The two flag teams stood more orderly, and other veterans also gathered with arrows and shields.

The villagers who were still wandering around watching the excitement felt the sudden change in the atmosphere and fled away.

Reglaf changed his clothes, tightened his belt, and finally put a furry hat on his head. He held his waist and waited proudly. Behind him was a row of sword and shield bearers and spears like a forest.

Aribert saw a large number of people gathered in the open field. His body, which had participated in many battles, reacted violently before his mind - as if a large-scale battle was about to begin.

In the end, reason controlled his body, and he understood that those statements were true.

It's easy to spot Baron Shannon in a crowd.

The Baron was a young man, and Ariobote could not believe that the boy was only twelve years old. The boy looked fifteen years old. Although his face looked very childish, he was already an adult in height.

Ariubert ordered his horsemen to form a team, and he took the most noblely dressed young man nearest to him with a cloth bag.

Before the other party could speak, Aribert hurriedly bowed respectfully and explained his identity in person.

"You? Are you actually the messenger sent by Charlie? I didn't expect that the distinguished Charlie would contact me specifically? I am just an ordinary person, and I am really a happy person to be valued by Lord Charlie." Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Regela The husband said some polite words.

The tension quickly eased. Aribert relaxed and took the opportunity to continue the introduction: "The noble King of Mercia, the noble Baron Shannon. My king wrote you a personal letter. I heard that your noble master is very good at Latin. You are accomplished. Therefore, I personally deliver this letter to you."

Aribert and his men were inspected. Although the cloth bag had not been opened, by touching the outside, it was confirmed that there was indeed no hard object or sharp object inside.

Regraf didn't think much, "Give me the letter and see what Mr. Charlie has to say."

"As commanded."

So in full view of the public, Aribert knelt down on one knee. His move caused a small commotion among the onlookers. He calmly took out the parchment scroll, spread it out and presented it to Reglaf.

"that's it?"

"Exactly. If you are willing...please take a look."

"Get up." Reglaf, who received the letter, did not rush to read it: "You are not my vassal, there is no need to kneel to me. You are also a baron, and I am a baron in Frank. You are older than me. Many, maybe... we can be friends."

"Well, you are the most promising young nobleman I know." After exchanging compliments, Aribert stood up.

Under the winter sunshine, Reglaf unfolded the autographed letter written by "Bald" Charlie to himself.

He thought that Charlie sent his cronies to deliver the letter to him, which showed that he valued him. However, when he actually saw the letter, the words in it were quite arrogant. He continued to read the letter, and the further down he went, the more commanding the words.

The formal documents seen by the great nobles are always full of red tape, and a batch of rich words are all praising Charlie's nobility.

Charles had a series of titles. Even if fiefdoms such as Coblenz and Alsace were lost, he still had to regard these areas as his own. Then coupled with the nobles of Aquitaine, Toulouse and the Loire River who now have allegiance, on paper Charles has a claim to half of the empire's territories, and he indeed claims these territories as his own.

Map's act of opening up borders seems to describe him as the emperor's eldest brother, as "the king of Aachen."

Charlie also claimed that he was only twenty-one years old and a true young hero. As a young man, he was supported by a large number of imperial nobles and he was young and powerful with heavy troops. Having said so much, the letter also focuses on belittling his eldest brother Lothair and his third brother Ludwig. They are all old men in their fifties or even older, and they are cursed to die soon.

However, Juanxiu's Latin must have been written by a ghostwriter. The logic of the text is rather confusing, and this should come from Charlie's dictation.

"He is only twenty-one years old? My father is a few years older than him. Does this guy have his own direct army? Many nobles support him. Doesn't this guy have to rely on the power of the noble army to fight? But he is indeed Aki The King of Tan..." Reglaf concentrated on reading the letter, and his mind was also thinking wildly.

Don't look at Regraf who is very young. He doesn't need to think about miscellaneous things. Now everything is focused on the war. Everything he did was war service, so he didn't care about the aristocratic enjoyment that he should have, and the current situation forced him not to care.

There is indeed an important hint in Charlie's messy boasting, the so-called recognition of Redgrave as Baron Shannon.

But this recognition has a special explanation from the superior - Baron Shannon is a baron loyal to the Kingdom of Aquitaine, not a vassal of the Earl of Tours.

Charles also has a new description of the County of Tours: I recognize that at least the Robertia family inherited the title of Earl of Tours. As for Le Mans and Anjou owned by the previous count families, I do not recognize it.

What Charles recognized was that the Hugo family's occupation of Anjou and Le Mans was legal. Legally speaking, Tours, Anjou, and Le Mans were three regions. Robert only inherited the title of Tours. Can he inherit it later? Both are indeed open to question.

The request in Charlie's letter is very obvious, that is, no recognition! From the standpoint of the King of Aquitaine~www.NovelMTL.com~Anjou and Le Mans are completely terra incognita. As for Robert's ownership of the two lands, it is only a "tolerable illegal occupation."

Regraf needs some time to figure out the logical sequence here, and he doesn't care about it for the time being.

Regrave noticed that Charlie had a very direct request for him: "I summon you, and you come to Poitiers in person before Christmas. I want to have a good talk with you."

Charlie was issuing an order, and he didn't say what the fury would be or if nothing would happen if it didn't arrive before Christmas.

Although he was clearly not his vassal, Charlie had a clear commanding attitude towards him, and... looking at the situation, maybe Charlie could still use his power of personnel acceptance.

Regrave had to think that if he didn't go, Charlie might not be able to make Baron Shannon himself.

In other words, maybe Charlie is more concerned about whether the person who is a nobleman in Shannon can be used for his own purposes.

Thinking of Aribert kneeling down on one knee just now, Reglaf, who wanted to be angry at the messenger, couldn't get angry now.

No matter how patronizing Charlie's letters were, Reglaf was willing to take advantage of the opportunity. But his self-esteem was still offended, and the matter could not be settled easily.

Reglaf rolled up the letter and looked at Aribert with a hidden smile: "I can go to Poitiers to meet with Sir Charles."

"That's great." Aribert was overjoyed.

"But. Charlie didn't say how I would go..."

"What should you do?"

"I am not just Baron Shannon. I am the King of Mercia. As a king, I have my own way of traveling as a king. Now...please ask me to show you my Mercian army!"

So now it was Reglaf's turn to flex his muscles to the guests, and at the same time show his strength to Charlie.

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