After Becoming The Tyrant

"So, you told me that he took the negotiating mission to leave Tru City on his own initiative and came to Metzl?"

The king and the Duke of Buckingham were standing in the pavilion leaning on the railing. Hearing what the Duke of Buckingham said, the king seemed a little interested.

"What is your suggestion? Do you think I should execute him?"

The Duke of Buckingham smiled slightly, and found that he had the same thought as his nephew: "No, I'm here to intercede with you on his behalf."

"reason?"

The king was not offended.

"Because he is a romantic idealist—in the words of those court poets." The Duke of Buckingham lamented, "He is too idealistic. The reinforcements that Duke Grice originally wanted to call were actually him, but After Grand Duke Grice took refuge in the Holy Court, he chose to stand still."

"A brave, righteous guy who is a little stupid."

The king gave his assessment.

"It sounds like you are very impressed with him." The Duke of Buckingham asked with interest.

"Of course." The king smiled, "A general who can stand in a stalemate with the Blacy Expeditionary Army for nearly a month in a situation where he is almost out of ammunition and food, even if he is an idiot, he is also an idiot who needs special attention."

The Duke of Buckingham laughed. "Yes, Your Majesty. That's it - the fellow is politically stupid, but a brilliant military genius."

The king doesn't care about hundreds of nobles, but he definitely cares about a military genius, a general who is willing to risk his life for his soldiers.He can even tolerate the devil who wants to kill him twice, let alone a general who is overly romantic?

In a few words, the uncle and nephew have reached a consensus.

The north wind was blowing again, and the snow was blowing heavily. The Duke of Buckingham casually glanced at the Black Tower, and then suggested to the king that it was time to go back. Baron Sean had been waiting in the palace for a while.

"He won't mind waiting a little longer."

Having said that, the king left the pavilion.

………………

Click, click, click.

The blood fell drop by drop on the cold rock, and the mad queen stuck her face firmly on the cold iron railing, and she stared at the king's back in the snow that was drifting away.

"My child, my child, Purland, my Purland!!!"

The king's figure was finally covered by the wind and snow, and the mad queen's suppressed voice finally burst out.She raised her head, crying in ecstasy and pain.

"My boy! Pullan! He lives! He lives!"

In the Black Tower, her voice reverberated for a long time.

"Yes, he is alive."

The Duke of Buckingham's voice sounded calmly.

The Mad Queen turned around abruptly, and saw the Duke of Buckingham in a scarlet cloak standing not far behind her.

The Duke of Buckingham's eyes fell on the hands of the Mad Queen, and he showed a complex expression of "it really is so": "It's something you can do."

The mad queen held a thin black iron blade in her hand.She herself grasped the iron knife with her left hand, and the blade sank so deep into the queen's palm that it might almost sink into the bone.The mad queen's hands were covered with blood, and the blood had been frozen by the cold weather, making it look particularly terrifying.

Seeing her like this, the Duke of Buckingham could immediately guess what happened.

It seems that the mad queen originally wanted to take this opportunity to assassinate the king.Don't underestimate the crude iron blade in her hand, it has been sharpened to be light and thin, and it is extremely sharp. With Eleanor's ability, at this distance with the help of a suitable wind, she is absolutely capable of killing anyone under the high tower .

This is the famous warrior queen back then.

However, at the last moment, when the iron piece was about to fly out, the queen held the knife herself.

She recognized the king.

"Are you awake?"

The Duke of Buckingham asked, and Eleanor understood the meaning of this sentence.

"woke up."

The queen opened her hand vigorously, and the blood ice shattered and fell to the ground with a rustle.She leaned against the wall tiredly and raised her head.

"This nightmare has been going on for a long time."

"William has told you the answer from the very beginning, you should have some confidence in us." The Duke of Buckingham took a slightly reproachful tone, "Purlan—the Pope himself, we couldn't reveal too much to you, But we thought you'd be able to figure it out if you knew the name."

Purland, on the face of it, means "glory".

But in the ancient Legrand language, there is another cryptic meaning "although broken and fallen, but eventually nirvana is beautiful".

"No." The Queen interrupted the Duke of Buckingham, she sneered, "Do you think I don't know the meaning?"

"Then why are you?"

The Duke of Buckingham became more and more confused, and this doubt had troubled him for more than ten years.

"I kept it from you..." The queen paused, "I performed the secret technique. Then I saw..."

Her tone began to become hurried again.

"What did you see?" asked the Duke of Buckingham.

The queen reached out and pressed her forehead, even though she was awake now, but when she recalled those things, the pain roared again, and she roared in a low voice: "I saw him die! I saw him die... again and again Once! I thought you guys had failed!"

There was so much intense hatred and sadness in her growl, the object of that hatred not only included the Holy Court, but also the Duke of Buckingham—even William III.For so many years, the queen has struggled with this hatred.

The Duke of Buckingham froze in place.

The Queen threw her head back, tears streaming down her face.

"I saw him die before my eyes...over and over again. And I couldn't save him! I couldn't save my child!!"

"how long?"

The queen showed a sad, almost distorted smile: "It's been like this for more than ten years."

"Relax, Eleanor." The Duke of Buckingham lowered his voice, "No matter what, it's over now, it's over, we won the bet."

"Yes, I won." The queen turned her face to the side, and she stared at the direction where the king was leaving. "My child, my Purlin...we won, and he finally grew up healthy and safe."

"What are you going to do now? To see him?" asked the Duke of Buckingham.

"Do not."

The queen refused.

She stretched out her hands to brush her hair, and although she was surprisingly thin, she still revealed a strangely beautiful face, showing the look familiar to the Duke of Buckingham.Sober, calm, and decisive: "I can't show up now. There must be a reason for the secret method to go wrong... I think the astrologers must have had a hand in it back then. Those damned astrologers, after they took refuge in the Holy Court, what did they do?" They are beautiful, and they are a pack of loyal dogs."

"Give me a list of astrologers who were active more than ten years ago."

"what are you planning to do?"

The Duke of Buckingham had a familiar, bad premonition.

"Kill them."

The knife-like sharpness in the queen's eyes suddenly condensed, she was as thin as a bone, but when she said these words, there seemed to be a sound of gold and iron in the air for an instant.

A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, blood for blood.

Whoever took away her lover and let her child fall into such a dangerous game, then she would kill him!She even dared to kill God's grace, let alone a group of lackeys of the Holy Court.

The Duke of Buckingham sighed faintly.

He knew Eleanor was not joking.

She had done such things long ago—perhaps a greater part of the king's character followed his mother.

That was 21 years ago.

William III set off, and the three states in the south of Legrand rebelled on a large scale, and many lords joined the rebellion team.William III and the Duke of Buckingham took most of the troops with them.The gate of Merz Castle was opened by the insider, and the lords rushed all the way to the Rose Palace.

The rebels thought they would see a cowardly and pleading queen and servants of the palace.

They did see the Queen.

Dressed in armor, the queen stands in front of the gate of the palace, one person and one horse.

She was clad in a scarlet robe that was billowed by the wind, as if she were standing in the midst of burning flames.Holding a long iron gun, she looked indifferently at the stunned rebel lords, swung the iron gun, and drew a long line in front of the palace.

"I know what you want to do."

The queen's voice was cold, and the back of the Rose Palace stood majestically behind her horse.

"If you want it, come and get it."

"I can give you all the glory, wealth, power and status you want. You don't need to fight for it, you don't need to grab it."

"As long as you have your life to take!"

As she spoke, servants poured out of the palace and poured barrels of oil onto the ground in front of the palace.The lords exclaimed and found that the sides of the streets around them had already been filled with kerosene.And in the commotion of their astonishment, the queen took a torch from her attendants.

As long as the torch falls to the ground, the flames will instantly engulf everyone including the queen herself.

The Queen held a torch in one hand and a spear in the other.

"Come!"

Why do they think that when William III leaves, no one can guard the palace?What remained in the heart of the empire was a warrior queen who was comparable to William III. She was astonishingly beautiful and also astonishingly crazy.

The lords were startled by the queen, and after a long stalemate, they were about to leave.

However, archers who finally arrived appeared on the roofs on both sides, aiming their sharp arrows at the rebellious nobles.The queen held up the torch, and the fire reflected her face, and she watched the arrows rain down from the sky.Corpses were piled up at the main entrance of Rose Palace, and the blood spread all the way to the Queen's horse.

The largest massacre of nobles in Legrand's history was done by Queen Eleanor.

The Duke of Buckingham suddenly remembered what the king said casually that day, simply killing all the new royalists...

It really is passed down in one continuous line.

"Stay in Legrand for a while first. Look at your appearance now, who would recognize you as the former queen?" The Duke of Buckingham had a headache, but the burden in his heart was finally completely let go, "You don't want him not After losing your father, you really lost your mother, right?"

This sentence has a greater effect on the queen.

"Arrange a secret room for me, with a secure identity, to be able to see him every day, and not to be too far away from him." The queen glared at the Duke of Buckingham angrily for a while, and ordered.

This familiar arrogance, familiar critical and commanding tone.

The Duke of Buckingham felt that the most commanding Eleanor he was familiar with had returned.

"You should change your temper."

He said helplessly.

"Anyway..."

The Duke of Buckingham showed a tired smile: "Welcome back, Eleanor."

"I woke up, and... also look at your appearance now, you are aging so fast." The queen was silent for a long time, and then smiled relievedly, "He will become a real king, just like his father."

"He will."

The nightmare was long and long, and it was finally over.

Nearly 1000 years have passed since the crown of the Qiangwei family was shrouded in the shadow of the gods, and it is time for the crown to shine again.

………………

Baron Sean walked into the Rose Palace.

At this moment, his mood calmed down instead.

When he led the cavalry to guard that cold night, he was already ready to die without a place to bury him.Without such determination, how dare he draw the bowstring to the king.

Lord Sheen meets the king.

He sat by the window of the study, and the sunlight fell on the king through the glass window.It was exactly the same as when Baron Sean saw him for the first time. The king was the most beautiful rose bred and watered by the most expensive luxury in this court.Almost aggressive.

"Good day, Mr. Sheen."

The king stopped to look through the files, and he looked at Baron Sean calmly.

Baron Sean already knew that His Majesty the king was not as simple as it appeared on that rainy night-it was not something everyone could do to defeat an entire Gulundi heavy cavalry.He walked in silently and knelt down slowly without making a sound.

Baron Sean lowered his head and couldn't see the king's expression, only heard him speak unhurriedly.

"I heard that you entertained my negotiating team for a while, I hope this has not caused you any more burden. You sent them back to the city of Mezl today in good condition, is that right, sir?"

"Yes, intact."

"Excellent." The king chuckled lightly, "You finally made the right choice."

"All the officials of the negotiating mission are in the hotel outside the city of Mezl. The contract is also intact." Baron Sean spoke a little faster, "The knights of Truu City are loyal to you, and I am the only one who made the wrong choice. Alone, they escorted me when I arrived in the capital this time. I beg Your Majesty’s anger not to fall on them.”

The king did not answer his question directly, but tapped the handrail lightly: "Let me guess your plan."

"Your knights are fully armed, and you choose for them the inn closest to the crossroads. Then you come to me alone, without any weapons, and intercede for your knights. If I don't agree, then your knights have a chance Evacuate as quickly as possible, the worst thing is that they use the negotiating team as hostages in exchange for their own safety. And you are planning to throw your life in the palace, aren't you?"

Lord Sean did not answer.

"You are truly a brave man." The king praised, but he suddenly changed his subject, "But it's a pity, sir. When you arrived at the palace, your loyal men couldn't help but follow you into the city. Their camouflage skills are so poor that my uncle sent them to jail to reflect on it."

Baron Sean raised his head suddenly, and subconsciously touched his waist.

Touched empty.

Only then did he remember that he stepped into the Rose Palace this time and handed over the accessories to the guards.

"Don't be so nervous, sir. The king noticed his subconscious movements, "The people I want to kill can be lined up from the gate of the palace to the gate of the castle. You and your brave and stupid soldiers are not qualified to be placed at the top of the list. "

With great downs and ups and downs, Baron Sean remembered the rumors that the nobles of the New Royal Party were exploited by the king and almost emptied every penny in their pockets they heard during this period: "I would like to offer you everything I have. Please forgive me." their recklessness."

"I don't need your loyalty, I don't need your oath, those things are not even worth a penny." The king leaned on the back of the crimson chair and looked at him contemptuously, "As for wealth, it's fine, but I don't Think you can take it out."

"Then what do you need?"

Lord Sean did not think the king could equate tolerance.

The king picked up the file at hand, and he handed the sorted file to Baron Sean.Baron Sean took it and flipped through it.A look of astonishment appeared on his face, and he quickly became more and more dignified.

Finally, he raised his head in astonishment, looked at the king, and a guess came to his mind.

"I want an army."

said the king slowly.

It wasn't an army borrowed from someone, it wasn't an army ordered by the nobles during the war, and it wasn't an army hired by money, but an army that belonged only to the king, an army that could rival the ancient heavy cavalry.From generals to commanders to soldiers, from armor to battle flags, they will only obey the will of the king alone.

Baron Sean's guess was confirmed.

The king was determined to see through what his father had failed to accomplish.

He wants to reform the military system!

"How big is your determination?"

The king eyed Lord Sean coldly.

Baron Sean took a deep breath, and the cold air poured into his lungs. Under the social conditions where the chivalry system and the aristocratic system are intertwined, if he wants to make changes, he doesn't need to think about it. How much resistance and bloodshed will be faced? thing.If it fails, the king may be safe, but he will definitely be smashed to pieces.

But isn't this what he longed for countless times before?

This is not only not a danger, but an opportunity that he never thought he could really get.

He heard his breathing become quicker, and the things he had fantasized about were close at hand.

"Willing to serve you!"

The king smiled.

He picked up another commission letter that had already been written from the desk, and handed it to Baron Sean.

"What will your army be called?"

Baron Sean took the letter of appointment and asked the king instead of looking at the content.

"rose."

The king looked out of the window, and his gaze seemed to sweep across the majestic Rose Palace.

"Rose Cavalry."

XNUM X Year X NUM X Month.

The turmoil of military revolution began to brew, and in the study of the palace, on a cold winter morning, the prototype of the rose cavalry was formally formed.The king will have the first army obeying only the will of the crown.

The author has something to say: The following is a discussion about the Black Death in the Middle Ages. It's a bit long. If you are not interested, you can just block it and talk.

There have been three large-scale outbreaks of the Black Death in history, each of which was a catastrophe. Even today with the development of science and technology, the Black Death (plague) can easily cause panic. (This is proved by the fact that the plague patients found it a few days ago and then went directly to the hot search.)

In order to deal with the Black Death, the European governments at that time took the move of cutting off maritime trade, but this was only an expedient measure to prevent the spread of the Black Death, and the government's fiscal revenue was limited during the time of trade suspension.

Medieval medicine and science were in the age of ignorance. During the second pandemic, it was difficult for people to determine what the causative factor was. At that time, popular theories included God’s punishment, astrology, and various scapegoating theories.

The theory of God's punishment is often associated with the theory of the millennium kingdom and the theory of the end, and many people believed in it at that time.Let's take a look at the letter of Francisco Petrarch, one of the three masters of the Renaissance, "This phenomenon marks God's wrath against human crimes. If sin disappears, God's punishment will also be reduced."And such as "The Trial of the Solar Membrane at the Saturn Banquet" and "The Chronicle of Niconia" can also peep into the situation at that time.

Astrology attributes the Black Death to the unlucky astrology, which is where the material for literary processing in this article comes from.Of course, we have to believe in science in real life.

The act of apologizing was also a common phenomenon at that time. The Jews were the first to bear the brunt. During the French plague years in 1348, thousands of Jews were killed. From 1348 to 1349, a large number of Jewish groups in Germany were destroyed, and many people were brutally burned to death.The Duke Albert of Austria issued an official expulsion order... It can be said that we can clearly smell the blood when we look at the history of the Black Death.

In addition to this, there is also the flagellation movement, the sacrifice movement and so on.

Pulling the timeline back, we can see that the impact of the Black Death was extremely complex and far-reaching, not just causing mass death.It is even the remote cause of a series of historical events such as the Reformation, the Renaissance, the Great Geographical Discovery, and the Medical Revolution.

"The Decameron" was produced against the background of the Black Death, that is, the plague in the Decameron has the color of extreme carnival. The author also showed his criticism of religion at this time, which can be used as a point of peeping.After the Black Death, the number of people dropped sharply, which also had a huge impact on the economy.The social role of servants gradually disappeared in the Middle Ages, and the wages of labor rose, and even the state had to adopt means of freezing wages to suppress them. "The Black Death led to labor shortages in Western Europe in various industries and for a long period (from 1348 to the last decades of the 15th century), and thus drove nominal wages up several times".

Its impact is complex and multifaceted.

I am very happy to arouse everyone's interest in related history. This is also one of my selfish reasons for writing this story. History is magnificent and it is extremely beautiful.

Let's sneak a look at the relevant references:

[1] Defoe, "A Chronicle of the Plague Year"

[2] "Black Death" [US] Joseph P. Byrne

[3] "Flogging Movement in Western Europe During the Black Death" by Li Huacheng

[4]《中世纪的衰落》[荷]约翰·赫伊津哈感谢在2019-11-2812:01:15~2019-11-2912:03:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~