Chapter 2 Treaty of Minsk [2]

Count Bartley Sean belongs to the high-level senate of the empire. From the previous emperor to the present, he has been the backbone of the aristocracy. It can be said that some of the group forces in the great aristocracy have his shadow. But he never intervenes in any force. To a large extent, it is a kind of balance. In fact, all superiors either like absolute power or play with balance.

Because no matter which one it is, it is extremely challenging. The former is called a monarch, and the latter is called a politician. The ability of Bartley Sean is that while maintaining balance, he can expand his power, but it does not make people feel threatened.

Today's aristocratic review group is infinitely close to the spokespersons of large, medium and small nobles and even large merchants. The position and power of the royal family have been unprecedentedly weakened. Without the emperor's center, the imperial ministers lead most of the large nobles, and the opposition and differentiation of the middle and small nobles are absolute.

And Bartley Sean's role is to maintain this antagonism without letting it intensify or even explode.

However, now this kind of intensification and outbreak of external causes has been available. At the same time, this external cause has also led to the emergence of internal causes, which is only because of an encounter and the killing of tens of thousands of people have caused this situation. There is no doubt that this is a good thing for the small and medium-sized noble merchants of the empire and the people of the Norman Kingdom.

The collapse of a big empire, no matter from any point of view, will make people comfortably get a lot of benefits, and it is these politicians who are the contributors.

Crockerdale is a politician, but he is even more a counselor. Over the years of planning for His Majesty King Tagus I, he has seen the future. There is no doubt that His Majesty will definitely defeat this big empire without any doubt or wavering.

If it was three years ago, maybe Crockerdale would hesitate to follow His Majesty the country or be a small official in the Roma Empire. But now, he insists on believing that the future of His Majesty is absolutely not imaginable to anyone.

Wealth, fame, power, all of which can be solved so simply. It's really a pity.

"Hey... Count, I don't think we need to beat around the bush. My Majesty's will is to discuss the ownership of the western part of Minsk and the territorial dispute in the Hedong Corridor."

Crokdale is extremely proud and excited. He is very excited and proud. How many years has he been? In those years, a down-and-out literati who was not famous or even laughed at in Rom City, was just because he was taken in and reused when he was wandering in the north a few years ago, and then... he climbed to this position.

Ambassador of a country! Even the ambassador who signed the victory treaty!

The most important thing is that he returned to the land that once humiliated him!

A nobleman... Hahahaha, now, I'm also an aristocrat!

Crokdale doesn't care about the title of aristocracy. He just knows that his baron is definitely much more difficult than the title of Earl of the other party, Bartley Sean. He came up with two sets of tactics on the battlefield and racked his brains to annihilate the other team at the same time to get it!

Every time I think of His Majesty King Tiger House with a huge but calm face, Crockerdale has a rare sense of pride and a kind of emotion that can be recognized. Yes, the reason why his talent has been used is the trust of His Majesty.

"It's really...what an unexpected day."

Crockerdale muttered to himself and whispered.

At this time, I don't know what to say. Sometimes, I can't think about this or that. He is not the one who wants to come and humiliate the Roman Empire. If he wants to humiliate, it is not because of himself, but because of the Norman Kingdom, because now, he is Crockerdale, a Norman, and all this is the reason.

Attribution problem? Territorial disputes? We don't need to talk to the invaders, banish them, drive them out, drive them out of Roma City, drive them out of the Roma Empire! Let them die!!"

Politicians roared, and these nobles felt humiliated. There was no doubt that this unknown Norman messenger was like a mouse shit, which was disgusting, disgusting and painful.

"Yes! We should hang him! Hang him!"

Their ferociousness and roar looked very deterrent. The envoys of the Norman Kingdom seemed that several newcomers were not very calm and pale with fear, but Crockerdale's face was calm, half-closed his eyes, and glanced at them: "I seem to have said that if there is no negotiation. If it's sincere, then, let's continue to fight! Admittedly, I'm very happy to see that one day Rom City was crushed by my Wang Dajun!"

Old Count Bartley Sean supported his hands under his chin and looked coldly at Crockerdale: "Sir, I have heard that you are a Roma? Besides, are you still from Rom City?"

Crockerdale spread his hands slightly: "Count, you're right. I'm from Rom City, and I studied in Nancheng six years ago, but obviously... things have become unpredictable, haven't they?"

"I have been kicked out of Rom City once, and I don't mind the second time. Of course, if you think that raising my Roma identity can hit me or divide the unity of our team, then I can tell you responsibly that this is impossible, because in our kingdom, any race, any nation, as long as you are willing to join the Norman kingdom, that is, Norman, no Exception!"

He sneered and took two steps mockingly. He walked leisurely and didn't pay attention to Bartley Sean at all. The most fundamental thing about this kind of contempt and pride is still a kind of pride. It is a pride for his own country. Today's Norman Kingdom is simply the kingdom of heaven that everyone yearns for.

There is a good saying: Everyone has a Norman dream!

This is a proverb. Although it has only been circulating for a few years, it is said in many places. It can be imagined that people see the rich and powerful Normans what kind of envy mentality they have. Even a large empire like the Roman Empire, the people at the bottom are struggling there, but if there is an opportunity to contact the Normans, it will not be as rude and crazy as the high-level.

Because the people at the bottom know very well that the Norman caravan has always been a fair deal.

"Oh, by the way, I seem to have made a mistake. Because when you came, it seemed that you proposed peace, not us, but now it seems that many adults don't want to make peace? So maybe we made a mistake? After all, at this time, we are on a strategic offensive, trying to take down the rock fortress and capture His Royal Highness Alex, the eldest prince of your country. After all, at this time, my majesty's wish is to see what kind of courage the descendants of the Frankish emperor have.

This is humiliation! Absolute humiliation! Everyone is angry, angry, and wants to lose their temper, but it seems that there are not many opportunities. Sometimes, it's just like this. But in any case, you can't let people feel the meaning behind it.

"Your Excellency the Baron! All right... you won. We can start negotiations!"

Bartley Sean was decadent, supported his forehead with both hands, and said to himself: Has this country reached such a level? This guy's talent and sharp words are not ordinary guys at all, but he was kicked out of Rom City a few years ago, hehe... Has this empire been so luxurious that even such a strong talent is not needed? It's really... chilling. Those at the bottom who have talents can't be reused. Do they have new choices? Is it the crazy king of the Normans, and then continue to challenge this empire?

The count seemed to have figured out a lot of problems. He suddenly felt that it was not a bad thing to be exiled and recuperate like the Count Carpathian. At least, so much muddy water would not stain himself. The empire collapsed in an instant. People at his level were either dead or be The word that people scold the culprit, the sinner... is really a little uncomfortable.

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In the afternoon, everyone sat down, and hundreds of representatives of the imperial aristocracy sat in their seats. The negotiators sat on both sides. The documents were written in Norman paper, full of Roma characters and Norman characters. It uses a very formal ant-shaped shape, which also makes people feel an atmosphere.

Crockerdale was serious. The expression at this time was no longer the kind of contempt and contempt when he first came, but an extreme seriousness. This kind of restraint and change made the old Count Bartley Sean palpitated.

He thought to himself that it would be better to give such a negotiation to Prince Ursula, but unfortunately, few people in the whole empire have that kind of courage. There are several princes who are like water and fire. How can they have such courage?

Thinking of the decipherment of the descendants of His Majesty the Frank Emperor mentioned by Crokedale in the morning, Bartley Sean has a sense of shame, and now, this feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

This treaty, agreement and statement may be an open version of the humiliating treaty between Prince Ursula and Tiger House, and even the princes have long had the idea of sacrificing the interests of some Minsk people. Even Alex, the current lord of the Minsk Autonomous Territory, would rather preserve his strength than half of the country.

For the Normans, they are afraid at most, but for the internal enemies, that is... hatred.

But anyway, the negotiation has indeed begun.