After surviving a near-miss outside the city of Engelberg, Art ordered the convoy to leave Engelberg immediately and rush to Lucese.

It was already dark when we arrived at Lucese. This was Bishop Olof's place, and Art wasn't too worried about anyone causing trouble here.

The caravan found a warehouse to store its carriages and horses. After the caravan's escorts had dinner provided by the warehouse, they spread wheat straw and covered them with felt blankets in the open space next to the stables to sleep on the ground. This way they could save a lot of money.

The fee can also be used to take care of valuable cargo. Although Art has always been generous to his subordinates, it is too extravagant to let the escort and entourage stay in hotels whenever they go to town.

After arranging the convoy and escort, Art, along with several caravan stewards and Ron Felix, huddled in the guest room of the warehouse and slept in their clothes for a simple night.

Early the next morning, Art hurriedly drank a bowl of thick soup and wheat paste in the warehouse, and then called a few stewards and attendants.

"The caravan will stay in Lucese for two days, and then go north to Besancon. Lavin, you choose half of the guards to stay at the warehouse to take care of the goods, and the other half can make their own arrangements, but tell everyone not to go out of the city and not to cause trouble.

No matter what, I must come back here before dinner."

"It's my lord." Raven, the deputy steward of the caravan and captain of the guard, responded loudly.

Art nodded, and then said to Salter and Juventus, "You two will go to various shops in the city today to sell as many of the relatively cheap southern goods as possible, and those that cannot be bought at a high price in Lucese."

The valuable southern goods are then sent to Besançon, so you can buy as much as you can sell here. You can give a hint to those shops. There is the shadow of Bishop Olof behind our caravan. You don’t need me to teach you how to do it, right?

"

"Sir, I know how to do it. But there is also a trading guild in Lucesen City, I'm afraid"

"It's okay. At Bishop Olof's place, the guilds haven't had the guts to seize our goods. As for Besancon, we can't rush into the city." Art is worried about Besancon, the largest market for southern goods.

Regarding the sales of Sanson, generally no one in the Lucese guild would be stupid enough to offend Bishop Olof.

"Okay, if you say that, I have some confidence." Salt also felt that Lucesien was not the largest dumping market for southern goods, and there were not many valuable southern goods sold here, so it should not cause any turmoil in the trade guild.

fear, and there is also the care of the church here.

"Ron, Felix, you two will come with me to visit Bishop Olof, and then go to see the shop given to me by my father-in-law."

"Ron, don't forget to bring a gift for Sir William."

Ron pointed to the wooden box placed on the wooden table nearby and said: "Don't worry, sir, it has been prepared a long time ago."

"Yes, Not Bad."

"Felix, how are the preparations for the Holy Donation for Hwów Cathedral going?"

"One thousand pfennigs, all changed into small shiny silver coins." Felix took out a white Holy Cross linen purse from his arms and weighed it in his hands.

"Very good. When I meet with Bishop Olof later, you two will go to the Holy Donation Deacon and tell him that this is my sincere respect for the Hwov Cathedral."

Ron and Felix both responded.

The Bishop's Chamber in the inner sanctum of the Hłow Cathedral is where Bishop Olof meets with important visitors.

Bishop Olof is no longer as relaxed and kind as before.

After saluting, Art sat on the armchair in front of the official table, looked at Bishop Olof's face, and asked softly: "Your Majesty, what's bothering you recently?"

Olof already regarded Art as one of his own, and he did not hide his worries too much, saying: "It's okay to tell you, but just listen, don't go out and talk nonsense."

"Of course, I promise."

Bishop Olof nodded and said slowly: "Since the war with Swabia, the body of the Marquis has become increasingly weak. The Marquis wants to hand over the title and county to the infant son Robert."

Art was shocked when he heard this. Although Art was just a little knight living in a corner, he still knew that the crown prince Robert Otto was the Marquis of Burgundy, Ivrea Otto, and his third wife, the Duke of Burgundy.

The only son of Mamuty, daughter of the Count of Artois, was less than two years old.

The most important thing is that Count Artois and Count Bernard are brothers. In other words, the future ruler of the county will be Count Bernard's nephew.

It would be better if Prince Robert reaches an age where he can distinguish right from wrong, but now he is still a young son who cannot even speak clearly. Once the power of the county is handed over to the younger prince, it will definitely be the Marchioness who will be the regent in the future, and the Marchioness will definitely rely on her uncle.

Count Bernard.

By that time, Count Baldwin, who has been fighting openly and covertly with Count Bernard, and Bishop Olof, who supports Count Baldwin openly and covertly, will definitely be squeezed out or even purged...

Art clarified this relationship and instantly understood why Bishop Olof looked worried.

"Now Count Baldwin and I have just taken the positions of deputy prime minister and diocesan bishop, and our footing is not yet stable. We can only pray to God that the Marquis can last a few more years." Bishop Olof said, lowering his head and drawing on his chest.

A Holy Cross.

Indeed, the reason why Count Baldwin and Bishop Olof were able to gain an advantageous position in the court struggle was entirely dependent on the Marquis of Ivrea's reliance on them.

Needless to say, Count Baldwin, Bishop Olof was promoted to diocesan bishop all because the Marquis of Ivrea had been resisting the pressure from both the Archbishop of Burgundy and the Pope. Otherwise, would Olof have been able to be promoted to diocesan bishop?

His elevation to Bishop of Lucerne is still an unknown mystery.

Once the Marquis of Ivrea fell, the decisive force supporting Count Baldwin's camp immediately collapsed.

When the tree fell and the hozens scattered, Art, who was hiding under the big tree, lost the protection from above~

"Your Majesty Bishop, I have heard rumors outside that the Marquis is infertile, and Prince Robert~" Art regretted his words as soon as he said these words.

Sure enough, Bishop Olof stood up and said softly: "How can these words come from the mouth of the knight who is the palace guard of the Marquis!! You can never say such words again, do you hear me?"

Art quickly stood up and apologized to Bishop Olof: "Yes, such words must never come out of my mouth. I will definitely remember them."

After receiving Art's assurance, Bishop Olof relaxed a little. He looked around cautiously, leaned forward, and whispered: "At times like this, every word you say must be carefully considered."

Then Bishop Olof revealed a shocking secret.

"The news that the Marquis wants to pass on the throne to the heir apparent has spread. The Marquis has no biological brothers, but the Marquis' distant cousin, Flanders Huguet, the young Count of Longchal in the south of the Duchy of Burgundy, seems to be interested in competing with the heir apparent.

Lord Baldwin has a good personal relationship with the Earl of Flanders, and it is said that they have already started planning~"

There was so much information in what Bishop Olof said that Art couldn't believe it for a moment, "Count Longchal? Is that the Count Longchal who was imprisoned by the old Marquis Otto III, the grandfather of the Marquis of Ivrea?"

"Yes, but now the title of Earl of Longxia has been passed to Flanders. In order to obtain the power of the County of Burgundy, the old Marquis imprisoned Flanders's grandfather, the elder brother of the old Marquis, for fifteen years.

He expelled the young Flanders father and his family to the barren mountains south of the Principality of Burgundy. Later, after the old Marquis took complete control of the Principality of Burgundy, he released his brother and asked the principality to confer a Count of Longxia.

The title was given away, and the old Count Longchal also changed his surname to "Hugues" to show that he gave up the inheritance rights of the Otto family."

"Now that the grandson of the old Earl of Longchard is claiming the right to rule the Earl of Burgundy in the name of his direct lineage, I am afraid that the Earl of Burgundy will be in chaos in the future~"

Having said this, Bishop Olof paused and added: "Oh, by the way, your father-in-law, Baron Galvin Huguet, is considered to be the cousin of the Earl of Flanders, but during the disputes between the counties at that time, he was the uncle of the Earl of Flanders.

Erwin's father was a "fence-rider" so that he was not purged by the old Marquis, but the old Marquis has always been the one who suppressed the direct lineage, so your father-in-law has been tolerating it in the County of Burgundy all these years."

Art didn't expect that there were undercurrents surging under the calm lake in the country, but for a little knight hiding in the jungle and valley in the south, these court battles were not his turn to worry about.

Bishop Olof just told Art these secrets with the mentality of confiding his depression. He coughed and brought the topic back, "By the way, what do you want to do when you come to Lucesien this time?"

Only then did Art remember what he was here for. He sat up straight and replied, "Your Majesty Bishop, I'm here to open up business channels this time..."

At the "Moulin Rouge" in Lucerne, the caravan guard who had been working in the women's room all morning just walked out of the door with his trousers in hand.

Two men waiting in an alley aside saw the guard leaving and quickly followed them. When they walked up to the guard, a bulging money bag slipped from one man's sleeve to the ground.

"Man, your money bag fell." One of the men pointed to the money bag on the ground and said to the caravan guard.

The guard lowered his head and saw a bulging money bag on the ground. He quickly bent down to pick it up and put it in his arms, "It's mine, yes, I dropped it."

The two men looked at each other and smiled, waving to the alley behind them, and a rich young man in gorgeous clothes walked over to the guard with two followers.

"This bastard stole my money bag! Someone, arrest him and send him to the sheriff." The rich young man grabbed the guard's sleeve.

The guard was not a good person either. He raised his hand and waved away the rich young master's hand, shouting: "Who are you? Why do you say I stole your wallet?"

"Why? Because you have my money bag in your arms!"

The guard held his arms and took a step back, "I don't know what you said, I'm leaving." As he said that, he wanted to slip away from the rich young master.

The rich young master blocked the guard's way again, and the two attendants beside him had already put their hands on the hilts of their swords.

"Do you dare to let me search you? I have five small silver coins and forty copper coins in my purse." As he said this, he went forward to search him.

The guards backed away repeatedly to prevent the rich young master from approaching, and more and more people were watching the excitement around, and the two followers also drew their swords.

The guard turned around and saw that the guy who had just asked him to pick up the money bag had disappeared around the corner, knowing that he had been plotted against.

With a plop, the guard knelt down and said, "Master, I was wrong. I was greedy for money. I will give it back to you. I will give it back to you." After saying that, he took out the money bag from his arms and gave it to the rich young master.

An attendant next to the rich young master stepped forward and kicked away the guard who was kneeling on the ground, and said fiercely: "Weren't you very fierce just now? You dared to push my lord, do you know who the person in front of you is? He is a palace guard.

knight……"

Diānlā opened his entourage, stepped forward and smiled at the guard kneeling on the ground, saying: "It's not impossible to let me spare you, but you have to do a small thing for me..."

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