Hurta had almost had enough of those six trolleys.

They were smelly and smelled like they hadn't taken a shower for several years, but that was not the point. The most terrible thing was that these sloppy guys were so lazy that they solved the problem of urination and defecation in the camp.

When Hulta woke up from the blanket he had laid on fallen leaves this morning, he was surprised to find that a disgusting thing was close to his face, which made him unable to help but retching.

When he put away his blanket, he realized that the camp, which had been clean before going to bed last night, was now a mess. Tools, cooking utensils and dishes on the ground, and even unfinished food, accompanied by feces and urine everywhere, Helta now wants to escape from these disgusting guys, but without their protection, he can't go anywhere.

"I would rather hire a few savage pagan North pirates than hire these dirty and damn Southerners!" Hurta muttered quietly, returning to his carriage to check if anything was missing.

He carried valuables such as jewelry and swords for self-defense with him, and his food and tools were placed on the carriage. What he wanted to check whether these southerners had stolen things on the carriage while he was asleep last night.

Sure enough, he found that the jerky strips that Fat Tina prepared for him were missing a few pieces. His expression became distorted. He thought to himself, this was not a group of guards, this was simply a group of rogues!

He was right. These people were originally idle lazy men in a village in Swabian, but later they were expelled from their hometown because of stealing.

In order to make a living, these rogues have started to work as mercenaries. Of course, if there are websites and review software at this time, they will undoubtedly be one of the mercenaries who have received the most negative reviews in the kingdom.

"Hey, who did you steal my food?" Helta shouted in anger at the wademen who were still lying lazily in the camp, holding up his linen.

No response.

Even if the stone is thrown into the water, it will splash water and ripples. The waders seem to be a huge hole that is bottomless, but they can't even hear a sound when thrown in.

After Hurta repeated the words again, a mercenary with a bearded face said lazily: "Save it, no one of us steals your food. Maybe you ate too much by yourself, and then forget about this, but now it depends on us."

"I run a tavern, brother, I deal with numbers and calculations every day," Hurta was almost angry and said without any hesitation, "I can't count it wrong. I had ten pieces of meat before going to bed last night, but now it's only six!"

"Maybe they don't want to be eaten by you. They have grown legs and escaped in the dark. Who knows?" The bearded man frowned and gave Helta a blank look, as if warning him to stop.

Hurta wanted to pour the rogues into the rogues with the rudesties he knew, but he had to use them during this dangerous journey, so he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Then he waved his hand and said that he no longer cared about this matter.

The bearded man showed a victorious smile on his hands. He smiled at his companion who was also lying on the side to rest and said, "I like to travel with such generous and unconcerned businessmen, hahahahaha!"

Hurta's face, which had just calmed down, was now 100% sure who stole his meat strips.

"This group of scum!" he cursed unwillingly, while holding the food tightly on his chest. He decided to sleep in the carriage tonight, although it would be very uncomfortable.

Behind a lush bush in the distance, Little Klein couldn't help laughing.

This is one of the few entertainments he has been on surveillance journey these days. Six rogues disgusted with a cowardly businessman, which is even more exciting than the stage play performed by the clown.

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In the lord castle of the town of Dusseldorf, a attendant in a green tunic passed through three doors, passed by six well-equipped guards holding spears, and finally arrived at the bedroom of Amadeus, Duke of Cologne.

"My Lord, Baron Vancoum Winter has arrived."

"Is that right? Let him in."

The Duke of Cologne wore a white pajama with a glass of fine wine in his hand. His wife went to the garden, and Winter, as his friend and spy chief, had nothing to hide from.

After a while, Winter appeared at the door of the Duke's bedroom.

"What are you waiting for? Come in, my friend!" The Duke of Cologne raised his glass to Winter, and at the same time gave a wink to the maid beside him, who quickly hugged the wine pot and filled another glass of wine, then went forward and handed it to Winter.

"Long time no see, my sir," Winter pursed his chapped lips and took the wine glass and drank it. "Is the trip to Dresden still going smoothly?"

"Of course," the Duke of Cologne put down his glass, "but the news I brought back is not that good."

"The Magyars' general attack?"

"Yes, and unfortunately, this news is reliable."

"Oh God," Winter struck a cross on his chest, "I hope we can get through this disaster!"

"I hope this is the case. If all the nobles in the kingdom can unite, the Magyars will definitely not be able to defeat us." Although these words were inspiring, the tone of the Duke of Cologne was very depressed when he spoke.

"The problem is that some people are unwilling to send troops to do their best?" Baron Winter guessed the result and asked directly.

"That's right," the Duke of Cologne waved, "these old guys are still unwilling to send troops-Dirk, Duke of Sifrisia, Conrad, Duke of Franknia, Hanulf, Duke of Bavaria and Hermann, Duke of Swabian."

"What is the reason why they don't send troops?"

"There are many reasons and many words. Each of their reasons sounds reasonable, but after seeing through them, they just knew that King Heinrich would not live long, and was ready to preserve his strength and stir up civil unrest after the king's death, and then support Prince Tankmar to the king's throne."

"These lawless guys," Baron Winter said hatefully, "In my opinion, what we should do in this difficult time is to resist foreign enemies together. Prince Otto should know this?"

"Of course he knew. Those old tribal priests had been seeking more power from King Heinrich. In the eyes of those arrogant grand dukes, he and the king were actually equal, and no one was nobler than each other. For the nominal unification of the entire country and against the attacks of pagans, the king had been compromised and concessions over the years."

"And the greedy vipers will never be satisfied." Baron Winter echoed.

"You are right," the Duke of Cologne drank the wine in one go, and walked up to him with the maid in the wine pot and filled him with another glass. "Prince Otto is undoubtedly a strong man, and if he takes up the throne as the heir appointed by King Heinrich, the good days of these Dukes will end."

"However, according to the law of inheritance of the eldest son, his older brother Prince Tankmar seems to be more qualified to inherit the throne." Baron Winter reminded.

"With that being said, I personally think that King Heinrich's choice on the issue of heir to the throne is rational. Prince Tankmar can become an excellent warrior and general, while Prince Otto is more resourceful and thoughtful, and he is the more suitable person to be a king."

"The atmosphere in the king's court seemed to be getting more and more tense." Baron Winter said thoughtfully.

"Yes, this trip to Dresden, I could clearly feel the separation of the two forces. One group was standing on Prince Tankmar's side, and the other group was standing on Prince Otto's side."

"And you, will you still support Prince Otto as always?"

"Yes, he is my friend. I have the power to be a duke and I will undoubtedly support him. By the way, during the period when I left, has anything happened in the public?"

"Earl Lange and Earl Wolf's daughter married successfully, and Baron Simon and the alliance of four other barons have also successfully concluded..." Baron Winter said, holding his chin with his hand.

"This is nothing new. Lange received my gift?" The Duke of Cologne stood up from his chair, returned to the bed, and lay comfortably on it.

"He received it, but he didn't seem to be too happy."

"Oh?" The Duke of Cologne raised his eyebrows, looking a little unhappy. "Did he think the blessings of five Tremisis gold coins were too cheap for his noble wedding?"

"No, no, my lord," Baron Winter shook his head, "he just regrets that you failed to attend his wedding in person, or that he feels that you have been despised by you."

"This stupid thing," the Duke of Cologne cursed angrily, "Do I want to refuse Prince Otto's invitation for his damn wedding to make Prince Otto feel my arrogance? God, that is the French king of the future German kingdom!"

"At that time, the guards in charge of delivering the gifts had explained as much as possible the reason for your absence, but..." Baron Winter paused just right, and his fanning of the flames made the Duke of Cologne more angry with Earl Lange.

"You need to say nothing, I know," the Duke of Cologne breathed heavily and narrowed his eyes. "Prince Lange may think that he was strong after forming an in-law alliance with Count Wolf, and no one was afraid of it, right? Ha, very well, I can say that this time I will definitely follow the king to conquer the pagan army, and my two Counts, in the grace of the Lord, will naturally do the greatest strength of a Christian and bring the most soldiers to the expedition!"
Chapter completed!