Chapter 127 Rejection
"Salute to the ancestors."
"Thank God!"
"God's knights are indeed pious."
Compared to Derek's perfunctory attitude, His Royal Highness the Grand Prince seemed very sincere when visiting the Mergen Monastery.
He would stop in front of each statue to express his admiration.
This move was indeed very effective.
Whether it was a show or not, everyone in the monastery felt very comfortable.
Until after paying homage to God, His Excellency the Grand Prince mentioned the Mergen Province, and the scene was instantly silent.
"If the monastery can support the royal family's legality for the Mergen Province, we are willing to support you in building monasteries throughout the kingdom, and even establishing Protestantism in the future.
Dean Massimo, Dean Rosanara, if you have suitable candidates, you can also recommend them to the royal family. The Mergen Province is still short of one or two earls. I believe that the two deans must have the right vision."
The Grand Prince expressed the goodwill of the royal family very tactfully. In exchange, there is no problem in opening up the right to preach and even dividing the territory.
The question is, are the two deans stupid?
Using an entire province to exchange for a part of the fiefdom, the so-called missionary rights, may not be so beautiful.
In fact, there is a very subtle problem here. Melgen Monastery is God's property, including the two abbots who are God's servants, and this position is not hereditary.
Is it worth it to use God's property to exchange for personal interests?
The royal family even arranged an excuse - missionary rights.
This allows them to explain to other priests, and even take out a batch of baronies in exchange.
To be honest, Dean Massimo was very tempted. This price is much higher than that given by Count Augusta.
If there is a choice, he will definitely agree.
But now...
"Sorry, Your Highness, the First Prince, Melgen Province is God's territory, we have no right to deal with it."
Dean Massimo refused righteously, and his face seemed to be shining with a sacred light at this time.
The First Prince felt that he might have heard it wrong. Is there a dog that doesn't eat shit?
He thought that Augusta might have given more, so he tried to save the situation: "No one can give more than the royal family. The royal family's promise is the most valuable and the most secure. What Count Augusta can give you may not be guaranteed."
"Enough," Abbot Rosanara suddenly shouted: "Please don't tarnish our faith. The secular dirty deals will never appear in the Mergen Monastery."
The two abbots had the same attitude, and even a bit strangely firm.
The eldest prince firmly believed that no one could offer a higher price than the royal family.
He believed that these two were devout believers.
Although he was not happy with this pedantry, the priests who could stick to their faith were always worthy of respect.
The eldest prince stood up and apologized: "I'm very sorry. It's my ignorance that I tried to taint the pure faith with secular power.
But the two deans, on earth, the royal power is the most powerful. The royal family will not give up the legal inheritance right to the territory. Please understand."
"The secular belongs to the secular, and the divine belongs to the divine. We only recognize Count Augusta, and we don't care about secular disputes." Dean Massimo also expressed his position very directly.
Hearing this, Burdette, who was acting as a human pillar next to him, loosened his hand holding the hilt of the sword.
Dean Massimo moved his eyes away calmly, feeling that he had just walked around the edge of the cliff.
Although the territory is good, you have to live to get it.
The king is too far away, but the sword of the monastery knight is very close, so he dare not turn his back.
Besides, Augusta is not stingy.
The eldest prince came with joy and left with disappointment.
Several attempts proved the firm position of the Mergen Monastery.
But as he said, the royal family will not give up their claims.
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Regarding the succession of the title of Duke Leopold, the king has been dragging his feet and not passing it.
This time, the noble senate also had differences, which made it impossible to quickly pass this decision.
But Derek didn't care. Whether he had the title of duke or not would not have much impact for the time being.
In fact, he was busy training the barbarians now.
The soldiers from various barbarian tribes were full of primitive savagery.
I thought the farmers of Locke Kingdom were ignorant enough, but when I met the barbarians, I found that this sentence was too early.
They can eat, are fierce, and disobedient.
If the upper class of barbarian chieftains and others have received a certain education, the lower class barbarians are not much different from savages.
Some mixed-blood tribes are better. The barbarians who maintain primitive beliefs are simply stubborn to the extreme.
Derek personally led the Knights to suppress these unruly barbarians.
"Although the barbarians have better physical fitness, they are not excellent soldiers. They may have an overwhelming advantage in one-on-one battles, but once they fight in formation, the barbarians will definitely lose." Virut introduced with some headaches. As the instructor of this batch of barbarians, he really needs some patience.
"Very good. If these barbarians are enemies, we will lose a legion of soldiers. If they become our own people, we will have an extra legion. Be patient." Derek comforted.
In fact, if the barbarian upper class was not afraid of death, it would not be so easy to conquer these unruly primitive people.
Thanks to the barbarian king's policy of differentiation, there is no large tribe in the Melgen Province, otherwise it would definitely face endless resistance.
Derek has enough patience. What he wants needs the help of these barbarians.
Your Majesty, the Holy Emperor, should be the king of the world, not the king of a nation.
It is impossible for Rock to rule the barbarians alone.
"Dozens of barbarians have been executed for escaping or resisting. I think there will be problems sooner or later if this continues."
Virut was worried. If it were not for the suppression by force, there would have been problems.
"Should we lower our requirements? These barbarians are simply not good soldiers and officers."
"No, I want a group of barbarian officers, even barbarian nobles. There is no doubt about that.
I will solve the morale problem."
Derek soon had an idea. He asked someone to beat the drum to gather the generals.
The training these days has not been fruitless.
They can still form a neat formation.
Under the restraint of the knights, the barbarians looked at the nobles on the platform honestly.
Many people's eyes were not right. The harsh training made the resentment accumulate.
The knights cursed and were obviously dissatisfied with the performance of the barbarian soldiers.
Derek could feel the depressing atmosphere.
