In the early morning mist, a peasant woman was working in the fields with her children. She was a widow. Her husband died of a disease, but the lord's rent did not decrease, and the burden of life made her breathless.

"The Virgin Mary, the holiest of women, please bless me and my children." The peasant woman's headscarf was covered with sweat, and she couldn't help but pray to the Virgin Mary.

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves came from the mist. The peasant woman and other farmer farmers knew that this must be the nobles passed by, so they hurriedly hid on both sides of the road. However, when the sun was just rising, the light quickly dissipated the mist. The peasant woman felt the golden light flashing in her eyes, and she couldn't help but look up.

"O God!" The peasant woman was shocked, because the man riding on the horse was wearing a golden crown and a white horse in gorgeous clothes. What was noticeable was that the knight had a thick brown-red beard.

"It's Your Majesty, it's Your Majesty Caesar." The farmers were shocked. They actually saw their kings, but it would not be surprising if they were nobles, because the Germanic kings have been accustomed to patrolling all over the country since ancient times.

"Your Majesty, Oh God, I saw His Majesty Caesar." The peasant woman stepped forward excitedly. She grabbed the king's cloak and kissed her. The legendary people who could kiss the king's cloak would be lucky.

The two guards wanted to move forward, but the brown-red bearded king raised his hand to stop them. He allowed the peasant woman to kiss her cloak excitedly.

"Your Majesty, Luxembourg is ahead." A knight pointed to the castle that was vaguely visible on the towering peak in front of him, and said to the red-bearded king.

"My cousin should have arrived!" The king was the famous red-bearded Frederick. He chose Luxembourg for his patrol this time, not only for the inspection but also for the meeting with the lion Henry.

"The Duke's messenger said that he had arrived and had waited in the castle for a long time." The Knight quickly reported to Frederick.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go!" Frederick, the red-bearded, kicked the horse under his crotch, and the horse sniffed and carried him towards the castle.

"There is the rear." The knight wearing a Carolinian helmet shouted behind him.

A king's patrol not only had enough cavalry guards, but also a large number of servants and baggage followed. Behind Frederick and the knights, thirty or forty servants followed closely with their luggage and ox carts. They brought the king's precious dining silverware and suitcases, as well as food and tents used on the road.

On the corner tower of Luxembourg, the guards saw the king's flag from the watchtower, and quickly sounded the alarm bell. Under the crisp bell, the people in the castle were notified that the noble Majesty Caesar and his court had arrived. Caesar was the title that the red-bearded Frederick obtained from the Pope, and that the Roman emperor.

Rudolph was not aware of the movements of Frederick, the Red Beard, and in fact he had no need to care, because his status had not reached such a central point of imperial politics, but even so, it was extremely difficult to rule a county.

As a county magistrate, he had to start cleaning up the devastated territorial economy after the war with the Brotherhood without Flags. Many serfs who were destroyed in the war came to the castle together. They petitioned Rudolph for help, but Rudolph's courtiers had a dispute over whether to help these refugees.

"Regent, we should help these poor people, they need our help." Mercenary Captain Rodney said to Rudolph, his voice echoing in the hall of the Lord.

"No, regency, there are not many property and reserves in the castle. If these refugees are given, it will be a great burden for us. What's more, it will attract more other refugees to come. What will we give them then?" The objection was Maxiu. As a villain, he knew the beggar's tricks very well. If he let go at this time, the refugees in the county gathered like flies on carrion. After just repelling the Flagless Brotherhood, you can't tell which are real refugees and which are hidden Flagless Brotherhood members.

"I also agree with Maxiu's proposal that the uprising of the Brotherhood without Flags has just been suppressed, and resources should be used to stabilize the county's security." Stable manager Taylor held his arms, and he stood next to the column on the right side of Rudolph's seat. He touched his chin and thought for a while and said.

"Are you just watching them starve?" Rodney said dissatisfiedly. As a mercenary, he knew the pain of sleeping in the open. He couldn't bear to watch the refugees stretching out their dry and dirty hands towards the city, so he tried to convince Rudolph.

"Regent, the momentary kindness may be moral, but now we should settle the whole county." Taylor said earnestly. As a sergeant from Schwartzburg, although he had not participated in the policy formulation of Count Schwartz before, he knew very well what rule and politics were going on.

Rudolph sat on the throne of the Count. He never thought that this throne would feel so uncomfortable to sit. The bottom of his butt was hard and the handrail was very inappropriate. It seemed to be to show the Count's authority. The handrail was made very high. In the hall, in addition to the court officials he promoted, some other court nobles stood behind without saying a word.

"It's a bit hateful!" Rudolf muttered in a low voice. Wherever his eyes went, the palace nobles all lowered their heads, but it was obvious that these people were a little interested in watching the fun. But thinking about it, except for Taylor who promoted him, the others were basically in a low status, which was normal for the court nobles who regarded themselves as noble.

"What, Regent, what decision do you have?" Rudolf's mutter made Taylor and others mistakenly think he was talking, so they asked quickly.

"Is there anything else besides refugees?" Rudolph raised his index finger with his right hand, gently scratched and said to Rodney and others.

"There is also the reconstruction of some buildings in the territory, which requires funding." A palace nobleman stood up and said to Rudolf. He was the chief architectural manager in charge of the county. He was a nobleman wearing a brown robe, shaved with a circle of silver hair, and walked into the old age. He bent over and reported to Rudolf.

"Is there any?" Rudolf frowned, feeling that he was simply working on an exam paper. When he encountered a difficult problem, he had to jump over it first, but the next one seemed to be a difficult problem.

"Regent, the soldiers' military pay needs to be paid." Lanbert thrust his stomach. He hesitated for a moment, but he still spoke.
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