The Lion Henry was not opposed to conquering Italy. His territory required a lot of funds, but he also had his own spies and spies. After suffering several robberies and humiliations from Frederick, they had already let go of their rifts. As long as Frederick's army appeared in the north, these city-states would immediately form an army.

"I'm afraid it's not easy to defeat them this time, right?" Lion Henry clapped his hand, leaned against the seat, looked at his tough and confident cousin and said to him.

"Aren't it just some Italians?" Frederick was full of disdain. The Italians seemed weak and treacherous to him. When you step away from him, he would spit at you and insult your mother, but when you put the sword on his neck, he would praise you with the best language in the world.

"I understand, what should the church do, what should the pope do?" Henry the lion frowned. Although the church seemed unarmed and had no power, it sowed strange seeds in the hearts of the people. If they attack Italy without the consent of the church, they would probably be incited by the church.

"I won't let them ride on their heads. You know, Rome sent an envoy not long ago, what did he do to me?" Frederick slapped the handrail with his generous palm, and he said to Henry the lion.

"What did they do?" The Lion Henry was a little curious. When was the Holy See so brave that he dared to provoke Frederick?

"They sent me many gifts." Frederick wiped his red beard and said dissatisfied.

"Oh, isn't this trying to please you?" Henry said to Frederick a little funny.

"No, they gave gifts on the surface, but the messenger used a word, a Latin word." Frederick raised his finger and said to Henry the Lion.

"Oh?" Lion Henry tilted his head and imagined the scene at that time. The messenger of the church was probably shaking his calves!

"They thought I didn't understand Latin, so they wanted to fool me. This word means gift, but it also has another meaning, gift, ha, the pope wants to give me, a Roman emperor." Frederick said angrily.

"It's very similar to the old man's way." The Lion Henry smiled and picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The Roman Catholic Church was like a Roman, and liked to play with some self-righteous tricks.

"So they must have been doing some conspiracy behind my back. I must bring troops to Rome. The Italians are like iron felt and must constantly hit with iron hammers." Frederick came to the conclusion, and he said to the lion Henry with determination.

"Then you need a frontier fortress that gathers forces, where are you going to choose?" The Lion Henry nodded. He hated Frederick sometimes, but it is undeniable that Frederick was a great monarch. His intuition was right, what the Italians were plotting against.

"What do you think?" Frederick said to the lion Henry.

"Baden is a good place, bordering rivers, and the land is fertile and suitable for the army to rest." Lion Henry thought for a while and said. As the commander of the imperial army, he certainly knew very well the military rush on the imperial border.

"No." But Frederick shook his head, not seeming to agree.

"Is it Algo County, where the land is small, but fortunately there is a strong castle?" Lion Henry continued.

"No, I'm going to choose Schwarz County." Frederick said loudly to the Lion Henry, and just as he spoke of Schwarz County, Leglas, who was standing next to the pillars behind the Lion Henry, trembled slightly as a guard.

"Schwartz County, why choose there?" Lion Henry was surprised. Schwartz County was a small county, and without a large castle, it could not support the influx of large troops.

"Schwartz County is the closest place to the Italians. Wherever we assemble our troops, we can quickly cross the Alps and march directly into Rome." Frederick said for granted.

"But your Majesty, Schwartz County cannot bear a large army. As far as I know, the castle of Earl Schwartz only accommodates hundreds of people. They are a poor county. I suggest that it is better to choose a county with more abundant supplies." Henry the Lion suggested to Frederick.

"We will not march into Italy in a year. We can give orders to Count Schwartz, so that he can collect food and grass in the county as soon as possible and build a strong castle." Frederick played with the wine glass in his hand. He thought that as long as he ordered, Count Schwartz could prepare everything.

"It's too hasty, my Majesty." Lion Henry shook his head with a wry smile. He knew that a war that was not fully prepared would easily lose.

"Enough, we are just gathering where we are. I believe that my vassal Count Schwartz will welcome us happily. Oh, I'm sleepy." Frederick yawned a big yawn. He was no longer interested in the banquet. It seemed that only the battlefield could ignite his passion.

"Good night, Your Majesty." The Lion Henry looked at Frederick who stood up and left. He glanced at Legras standing beside the column. Legras's behavior was seen by the keen duke just now. It was obvious that the mysterious Legras and Schwartz had some connection.

Under the night, standing at the window at the end of the castle corridor, the lion Henry took a deep breath, and the cold air poured into his lungs. He stretched his waist and seemed to be over. However, thinking about the soft wheat-colored skin of the Italian girl, he was somewhat expectant, but his courtiers did not let him touch the women of Rome, because they believed that these depraved prostitutes could not only pollute human souls, but also spread diseases to men.

"Do you know Rome?" Lion Henry said to Legras behind him without looking back.

"Of course I know, everyone knows the location of the Holy Church." Leglas looked up at the moon in the sky and said in a muffled voice.

"Yes, holy Rome, glorious Rome, the Rome that pilgrims must go to, haha, but do you know how many prostitutes there are in Rome?" said the lion Henry mockingly.

"Prostitute?" Legras was a little surprised, and he peeked into the hole in his helmet and looked at the Lion Henry.

"They said there were thousands of prostitutes in Rome, and the flesh-related business they were all from the priests and bishops of the Holy See. Some even said that the Pope also raised countless mistresses." The Lion Henry said with a smile.

"Can you?"

"Of course, it's just a legend that Italy is the richest among the Europa countries, and all the Italian money poured into Rome, and all the money from Rome poured into the Pope's wallet. Now it's time for him to take out some money." The Lion Henry smiled and turned around and patted Legras on the shoulder, and returned to his bedroom.
Chapter completed!