European Emperor Cultivation System

Chapter 41 Pirates and Traitors

Honfleur, Megne Castle

"It's been three days, and the main force of the pirates hasn't been found yet. Others have been fighting guerrillas with us, do you know about guerrillas?" The Duke of Normandy kept knocking on the table to remind the jazz present. Dare to speak.

Viscount Meine kept supporting the table with his hands, rubbing his fingers back and forth against the cold sweat on his forehead, and licking his teeth with his tongue, as if he wanted to say something but didn't want to.

"Let me tell you, we can't procrastinate like this. The defense along the coast must be strengthened, and the relevant city members must be checked one by one, so that pirates can no longer sneak in as merchants." The Duke of Normandy carefully analyzed the current situation. In such a situation, he leaned back helplessly again.

Meine moved her Adam's apple slightly, and finally opened her mouth slowly. "My lord, right now the inland waterways of Honfleur and Hafleur are seriously silted up, and it is impossible for large ships to carry out combat operations. The pirates in England are small, light, and highly mobile. It’s two notes, and we can’t catch up with them.”

"The manpower needed to check the business travel is too large. After all, it is only a stopgap measure. We are located in a seaside city. If foreign trade is completely banned, it will be self-immolation." Meine couldn't think of any good way. , just moaning there.

"Or, let's try to negotiate with the pirates. They are just asking for money, and we won't hurt our bones." Another voice came from the crowd off the field.

"Negotiation?" The Duke's face was obviously a little reluctant, but he still unconsciously stroked his beard and began to think.

"That's right, it's just negotiations. Didn't the Duke of Laurent also get Normandy through negotiations?" Baron Conte said recklessly, while Werther, who was sitting next to him, kept tugging at his sleeve under the table. Trying to stop Conte from continuing.

The Duke's face was full of displeasure. If he hadn't been entangled with so many troubles right now, he would definitely throw this twitching Conte into the sea to feed the sharks.

"Report~, there is a letter from Rouen."

A personal guard knight ran in in a panic, walking so fast that he stumbled on the steps at the door, and he almost rushed in with a sliding shovel.

"Huh?" The Duke of Normandy took the letterhead strangely and read it carefully. There was only one line of writing in the whole parchment.

"My lord Richard, I am the Duke of Normandy."

Duke Richard almost broke his beard when he saw it, and glanced at the signature again.

"Sincerely Edward"

"This guy turned against him." The Duke of Normandy was so angry that he directly pressed the parchment and slapped it on the table, and he also stood up straight in anger.

"What's wrong? Your Excellency, where are you going?" Mene quickly stood up and grabbed the Duke who was already walking out.

The Duke vigorously shook off the hand that was holding him, and said angrily, "Damn Edward, all of this is calculated. I'm going to take my men back to clean up this guy."

"What? What about Honfleur? Pirates are still harassing the port here from time to time." Megne seemed a little anxious, after all, this was his territory.

"You can procrastinate as long as you can. Anyway, you can't lose the castle. You can try to negotiate with them. Anyway, the most important thing now is to deal with that brat. I really think I have two brushes. I want to Give him some color to see." The Duke didn't say much, just confessed a few words and then returned with his men and horses.

"Scott, go and gather your servants, retinues, and all the knights and lords. We're going to fight back to Rouen." The Duke patted his personal guard Scott on the shoulder as he went out and ordered seriously.

"This kid Edward took advantage of our entanglement with the pirates and occupied our territory. If you want to show him something, let him taste the gallows. His neck must be itchy."

"Obey, everything is in accordance with the Duke's instructions." Scott gave an impeccable knight's salute, and went to complete the tasks the Duke gave.

Mene watched the Duke go away, feeling secretly unhappy. After all, the savior he had finally hoped for would go back to deal with bigger troubles after only a few days. This place was still a mess waiting to be dealt with. .

"That's all, Mr. Conte, is there a way for you to negotiate with the pirates?" Viscount Mene is determined to reconcile. After all, the continuous harassment has seriously affected the trade around Honfleur. Helping troublesome guys, it's a waste of money to eliminate disasters.

"My lord, I'm happy to share your worries." Conte put his right hand on his left shoulder, as if he had accepted this arduous task.

Outside Rouen, the castle of the Dukes of Normandy
"Marquis... Oh no, my lord, the guards in the city have been cleaned up, and Richard has sent someone to deliver the letter. What do you think should be done next?"

Edward stood on the tower and looked at Rouen not far away, just like he looked at Compiègne from a distance before.

"It's always a little bit less feeling, but after all, Rouen is much better than Compiègne." Edward turned around after admiring the scenery.

"How's the situation at Robert's side?" Edward led the lords into the rest room of the observation tower of the tower to rest temporarily, enjoying a delicious breakfast by the way.

Count Roland stood there with his head buried, not daring to look directly at Edward, "Back...back to your lord, Duke, Robert's actions were blocked, and he was delayed for a long time by looting and looting on the road. He was already entangled on the border of the Principality of Normandy. I can’t move.”

Edward put down the champagne he had just taken a sip of, looking a little dissatisfied, but still calm. "Sure enough, being a robber is more suitable for him. Leave him alone and let him destroy himself."

Since entering the castle at night, except for a small part of the resistance being wiped out, most of the people surrendered directly, which was smoother than expected. Edward then took a sip of champagne and enjoyed everything to his heart's content.

"Reporting to the Duke, a letter from Compiègne, saying that the imprisoned Baron Bruno has escaped, and all the guards were killed. The patrolling Baron York reported that the traitor has been executed on the spot."

Edward's eyebrows touched slightly, and he quickly regained his composure. "Anyway, I have already invaded the Duke's castle. If he escapes, just run away. I don't believe he can still use his abilities through the thick city wall."

"Respond to the letter from Compiègne, everything is business as usual, Baron York has meritorious service in guarding, promoted to viscount, rewarded with a hundred acres of land, and the tax has been halved in the past three years."

After Edward solved all the problems, he planned to try the couch in the Duke's mansion. He didn't know how it was compared with his own castle in Compiègne. After all, he had been busy all night, so he should take a rest.

"Report~, tell the Lord Duke that the highland castle in the suburbs has been captured."

Edward glanced over and said, "As expected, if William can't even handle this little thing, he will go on patrol in the future." Edward shook his shawl again and prepared to walk towards the mansion.

"But there was no sign of William in the castle, not even...not even a single living creature, the whole castle is an empty city." The messenger added in a panic.

"What?" Edward looked a little surprised. "Your Excellency Roland, you send [-] cavalrymen and [-] militiamen from the city to garrison there, clean up the scene, repair the fortifications, and after everything is settled, you can find a lord under your command to watch over, and you can come back by yourself .”

Edward yawned uncontrollably, probably because he was really sleepy.

"No, I'm going to bed. It will be night at the earliest when the Duke's men come back. Everything here will be left to you." Edward patted Brandt on the shoulder, urging him to make persistent efforts.

"Yes, Your Excellency the Duke of Normandy, I am happy to serve you." Brandt made a noble bow.

(End of this chapter)