Egil was stunned for a few seconds when he heard the other party's words. Then he laughed: "Ahhahahahaha" made the envoy on the opposite side feel inexplicable.

"Your Majesty, do you distrust our country's sincerity?" the envoy asked slightly dissatisfied.

, "No, no, no, that's not the case." Egil still had a smile on his face. At the same time, the violent shaking shoulders and the tears of his eyes could prove that he was really happy just now. It was not the joy caused by getting what he wanted. It was the joy when he heard a funny joke. At the same time, it also had a little "hehe" (qnmegb) meaning.

, "So, what does Your Majesty want?" The envoy was surprised. But he didn't know what Egil wanted to do.

"In my opinion, there are three things that are not good to be emperor." Egil raised three fingers.

"This Augustus, infinite glory, the king of kings, isn't it easy to be fine?" The messenger sighed in his heart, knowing that this time it was really hard to deal with. But he still argued with him.

"The first is bad. It means that the cost after becoming emperor increases. If not, it will be ridiculous. If it increases, although Norman has a small savings, once the tax increases, the people will suffer. Secondly, all the countries of Europa are called kings and princes, but only two families claim to be emperors. Now Norman suddenly becomes emperor, and he will be hostile to all countries. Thirdly, if the empire is like the holy Rome, it doesn't matter if it is the empire, or if it is like the Eastern Rome... Hum."

Egil made it clear in the first two sentences, but the third sentence was a little vague. However, the envoy knew that this was to save face for the Pope. If it was like the Eastern Roman Empire, then even if the Pope did not need to be crowned, he could be called emperor. If it was like the Holy Roman Empire, he still needed to kneel in front of the Pope and let the Pope intervene in many domestic affairs. Then it would be fine if this emperor was not accused of it.

That's it. Egil derogated the title of emperor with a word. In fact, deep down, I wanted something so great from Aurora. The benefits that can be obtained after formally claiming the title of emperor are amazing: first, because it is the first monarch, Egil will be awarded the title of founding king, all special characters will be awarded the title of founding heroes, loyalty +2: army morale +2, people support +15% prestige +3: secondly, orthodox xing will be constant at 100 points.

For other countries (except Holy Rome and Eastern Rome), there will also be an advantage in outer Lou.

In this way, the negative attributes obtained by Egil after his failure at Joan of Arc (with two consecutive escapes, low morale) can be solved at once. There is no need to worry about cutting down the Lou before, so the generals' loyalty will be reduced.

That's it. Even if it's just for these two bonuses, Egil will fight to the death, but just seek capital and fair exchange. Such a person is a fool. As long as he fights his life, he will squeeze the surplus value into the death and maximize profits. This is what a smart person should do.

So we must continue to scare the Holy See, which has piles of monasteries throughout the European continent, eating the worship of the whole Europe, plus the tricks of indulgences. The Holy See is so rich that it is so rich. If you don’t chop a large piece of meat down at this time, wouldn’t you be sorry for yourself?

, "So, sending troops requires a fee for dispatching troops. Military pay is required. If the person dies, he still needs pensions, and if he wins, he even needs a bounty.

That's it." Egil looked at the messenger who was still stupid and didn't get up. He reminded him like this. The messenger naturally understood such a simple thing: he was asking for money!

The money matter is easy to talk about, and the messenger breathed a sigh of relief, just as Egil himself guessed before. The Roman Catholic Church lacked everything, but it was not short of money. Just as I said before, "Eat the worship of the whole of Europe, any bishop will be rich. But nowadays, you still have to have territory. The feudal knights recognize the territory. Only when you give it land can you make your life. Although the Pope is very rich, the territory is pitiful. It is just a small piece of Italy, a small land. There is really no land to recruit knights.

Speaking of which, although it is rich, its territory is small. This is a common problem in the Italian country of Beiji. It is also the reason why Italian mercenaries and professional troops are prevalent. Because these two only require commissions and favored salary. There is no need for land.

So, take out a sum of money and find a thug to help yourself. The Pope has done so much like this. It is not bad this time.

So Egil nodded and tentatively said a number: "Five million?"

"Bang!" The envoy beat him up: "Okay! It's five million!" That pleasure made Egil feel the urge to loot the entire pope. The special code The Norman Kingdom's fiscal revenue in one year is not five million! And looking at this guy's face of gladness, Egil's bid is cheap! Wrong! I'm talking about five million a year!" So Egil immediately changed his words: "Every year of war, the Normans will receive a reward of five million gold coins from the Pope!"

“…The person hesitated again.

If the five million is a one-time transaction, then the messenger had already made the decision at this time. However, for the five million years... Egil said it was a reward, but in fact it was a commission. Five million, hiring a country to fight for himself for a year. "But think about it, is war like fighting and stopping. If the fight starts, he will become enemies with the Greeks in Eastern Rome. It is not that simple to stop... At that time, when the danger of the Pope is lifted, the agreement will be useless..."

The envoy thought about it this way and then gritted his teeth: "Okay, I am the spokesperson of God on earth, and the Pope's Holy See promised His Majesty."

Next, the two sides talked a lot more time, because there was no coffee or other things used to refresh the spirit during this period, and Egil was really unable to drink the tea leaves from the East. So the two of them could only drink iced wine one by one and hold on.

In this way, I didn't sleep all night. When the east turned white, the biggest medieval deal was achieved.

In addition to the huge commission of 5 million yuan a year mentioned earlier, the so-called "Emperor of the Northerners" offered by the messenger. Egil also received two or three promises from the Pope.

First, the Pope's envoy promised to sanctify Joan of Arc after discussion, and also agreed to sanctify Egil after Egil's death. Another point is that although the Pope did not explicitly state which land to hand over to Egil, it made an vague guarantee: "The Pope supports the occupation of all the territories that Egil obtained from the Eastern Roman Empire." In other words, Egil wants land. No problem can he get from Eastern Roman, so these lands are his.

In this way, Egil stood up and stretched his body. Then he smiled apologetically at the messenger: "It's true, I really didn't expect that this long time has passed. You should be tired too."

"Thank you for your concern. I can still hold it." The messenger finalized such an agreement, thinking that the gold you were going to pay would probably pile up into a hill. He felt very painful. In addition, the messenger was not young anymore. In Europe, people in their forties or fifties could be attributed to the elderly. They negotiated for one night in a row. They were deceived and frightened by being deceived and frightened.

The messenger felt exhausted both physically and mentally. He was almost unable to hold on.

, “Well, then let’s end soon.

Let's rest after that." Egil said this, then walked to the side and shook the small bell lock hanging on the wall. Then the door opened. Two civil servants dressed in carving the parchment, which listed on it exactly the agreement that Egil and the messenger had finalized last night.

, "Your Majesty...is this?" The envoy was a little surprised.

, "Oh, they are my 〖Book〗 Register. They are specially drafting documents for me. Please see if there is anything wrong with this. If not, please sign it."

So the envoy politely took a document from a reporter of the book. He looked carefully: the agreement was written in duplicate, written in Latin and the new Norman (the official language of the Norman Kingdom after the unified text). The beginning is: "Under the witness of the great, great, omniscient and omnipotent God, Egil, the supreme and noble king of the Normans in the north, made a covenant with the apostle of the heavens on the earth, Pope Innocent III." After all, all the treaties negotiated last night.

As a bishop, the envoy is very familiar with Latin. However, because the Normanian words have just appeared, the envoy does not understand at all. But it should be similar.

"There is no problem." The messenger smiled.

"That's good." Egil chuckled, and then took the two-point contract from the messenger, and used his seal to paint ink with his seal ring. The special envoy also walked over and stamped the seal that he gave to him, which could represent the key to heaven in the Papal Kingdom.

"To be on the safe side, write the names of both parties." Egil ordered, then turned to his accountant and said, "You are also witnesses, write your names."

"Respect the order and rule the lord." The reporter of the Book replied.

“That’s what it should be.”
Chapter completed!