After the Requiem Mass the next morning, as Koother wished, he was buried in the cemetery of the church in Düsseldorf.

As soon as the funeral was over, Lange, who was full of sadness, walked out of the pain of losing his father and actively prepared for his succession ceremony.

Baron Dorsten, who was already in his pocket, was in his vacuum every second of the time, made him feel as if countless ants were stinging his flesh and blood, making him unbearable.

But the problem is that if you want to take this opportunity to impress the nobles of the entire Earl's rank gathered here, regain his face and consolidate his authority, then fine wine and delicacies are essential.

Fortunately, at noon, a caravan heading south from the Port of Aberdoron stopped for a short time after passing through the town of Dusseldorf.

The leader of the caravan was an old North man with a shrewd face.

Perhaps he was a young warrior who followed the Viking invaders to rob him, but now the years have worn away his fierceness. The few remaining features are the rich Scandinavian German, a wide and strong figure, a North-language axe and a dense golden beard on his waist.

"In fact, after hearing that the town had just finished its siege and had a celebration banquet, I only planned to stay here for a short day and then continue to walk south." In the tavern, the leader of the old North Carolina spoke in a weird tone, took a big sip of fresh beer and wiped his mouth.

"Why?" Julian asked with interest, instead.

As Lange's personal servant who is about to become a baron, Julian is likely to be canonized as a knight to obtain a fief. So he is now proud, dealing with anything slowly and confidently.

"Food," the young man next to the old North and spoke down his wine glass, the nephew of the North and spoke better in German than his uncle. "Since the nobles had held celebration banquets, the precious dried fish, bacon, cheese and white bread would not be sold much. We could at most sell a batch of cheap food such as black bread to the civilians and poor in the town at a higher price."

"He was right," said the old North man, chewing a piece of bacon on the plate and vaguely, "and it is not as you think we can't offer high prices at will. These poor guys who are too expensive will not buy them. They will be more inclined to steal our goods in the middle of the night, so that we will not make any profit and will cause trouble."

"It makes sense," Julian nodded in agreement, and suddenly changed his subject, "so can you accept Lord Lange's offer?"

The old North man did not speak, but narrowed his eyes and thought.

The caravans around him were drinking and having fun. After thinking, the old North had to raise the volume and responded: "I am bluntly speaking, a quotation of 5% premium to the usual price will make my profits insignificant and even a small loss. I refuse."

"Is that right?" Julian seemed to be not at all disappointed. He had already grasped a lot of information in his chat with the old North. "Since you are traveling this trade route, you will definitely go back and forth by the Baron Dorsten. It seems to me that he is a very stupid decision to have a ferocious relationship with the new Baron..."

The old North's nephew opened his eyes wide, his blue pupils were full of anger. He put his hand on the handle of the axe around his waist, and asked in a bloody voice: "What do you mean? Are you threatening us? Just say something!"

Instead, the old North man, who had experienced vicissitudes, calmly pressed his nephew's shoulders, looked at Julian coldly, and waited for him to finish his words.

"Baron Lange now needs this batch of fresh food and wine. If you don't want to sell it, we can choose to buy it in the south of Cologne, but the Baron will definitely be very unhappy and remember to remember you firmly. I cannot guarantee that you will have any regrettable surprises near the Baron and Baron Corner in Dorsten in the future..." Julian said arrogantly with his head held high.

The young man was glaring and breathing rapidly. He seemed to want to stand up and show off, but the old North man, who was calm in his actions, pressed his shoulder harder and nailed it to his seat. It seemed that he still had a lot to learn from his uncle.

"In contrast, if you are willing to accept the offer, it is equivalent to doing the Baron Lange a favor. When you receive it by Baron Dorsten, we can give you a discount on tolls and bridge fees." After Julian finished speaking, he began to drink again.

"Uncle, we don't have to be so angry. At worst, we can take a detour to the back town of Dusseldorf without passing by that bullshit baron!" said the young man in a low voice to the old North.

"That's a big circle, it's not worth the loss. We might as well look at it for a long time," the old North man shook his head at his nephew, and then looked at Julian again, "I'll help with this, we accept the offer."

"Very good." Julian seemed to have expected the result. He called the tavern maid to fill himself with beer and the leader of the North caravan, clinked glasses with him, and drank it all in one go.

Julian learned a lot from Lange in the use of Willy's intercourse.

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After learning that Julian had finished the food and drinks, Lange quickly took Koother's will to the tower and found Earl of Berg.

"The succession ceremony will be held tonight, right?" Earl Berg was a little surprised. He knew that the food and wine sold by the caravan would definitely be a premium, but Lange did not care at all.

"That's right. I will be loyal to you, respected Lord Earl." Lange's answer was humble.

However, Lange had a crack in his heart with Earl Berg, and his warning that night made him feel resentful.

"Very good." Earl Berg nodded, but had other plans in his mind.

In this war, Count Luoweng and his men gave the entire Count a huge blow. The one who laughed to the end was undoubtedly the Dorsten family in the north.

Although Baron Wolf's leadership guarded the village without much damage, Earl Berg knew that it was just that his territory had a dangerous and inconvenient transportation, and there was not much wealth to accumulate and could be plundered.

The wealth of the Dorsten family can now be seen from their army-thirty soldiers in chain mail in the village of Folder, as well as nearly seventy soldiers of Lange. This is not the strength they left to guard the castle in their territory.

Even now, Earl Berg has begun to doubt whether the lost war tax supplies of Earl Loron are in the hands of the Dorsten family.

At present, the strength of the Dorsten family is approaching the strength of Earl Berg. They will definitely gain more benefits in the plunder of Earl Loon's leader, and it is definitely not possible to allow them to develop like this.

But they had dazzling military achievements in this war, and if they didn't reward them, they might lead to more problems.

So an immature thought came to Earl Berg's mind. For a moment, he seemed to have cleared away the layers of fog and saw the sunlight behind the fog.

"Maybe we can start with Simon."

When Lange left the tower lobby of Count Berg's tower, the Count smiled and hooked his finger at the silent spy leader behind him, and whispered his plan.

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As the sun sets, the Earl Castle was once again in the lively event, in addition to the many nobles from the coalition forces arrived one after another, some vassals before Coother came from Baron Dorsten.

Lange was to be loyal to the earl, while these former Coorthus vassals were to be loyal to Lange.

The lobby of the Earl Tower seemed to be more lively than yesterday, which may be the reason for the richer food. The nobles who enjoyed the wine and delicacies seemed to have forgotten what they saw and heard the night before, clinked glasses and drank with Lange, and sent him good wishes, which made Lange more confident.

Simon sat with the old military chief Eric, who was in the middle of the long shelf table.

The top is of course the special seat of Earl Berg. The front position next to the Earl belongs to today's protagonist Lange and several other barons in the Earl's corps.

Koother's vassals sat in the middle of the shelf table, while ordinary knights in the coalition sat at the end of the shelf table.

"I'm sorry I didn't see Coother for the last time." Old Eric sighed.

"You have the responsibility to guard your home, and he will never blame you. Maybe I can take you to the church to see him later." Simon patted Old Eric on the shoulder.

The two continued to drink, and looked not very interested, and were out of place with the nobles around them who were having jokes and reveling.

"We are going to set off for the territory of Count Luo'on tomorrow." Simon said absent-mindedly to Eric.

"That's right. I really hope I can be twenty years younger now, so that I can fight with you on the battlefield without any scruples." Old Eric sighed.

"I have been looking forward to the day when I was a child when I was fighting with you, but unfortunately time is not forgiving people." Simon couldn't help but smile when he remembered that when he was a child, Old Eric taught him how to use swords and shields on the training ground.

"Hahaha, although it's a pity, your achievements now are enough to smooth out my regret!"

Today is a special day, Simon, Old Eric and other vassals wore their most gorgeous clothes. This was not only to prevent other nobles from looking down upon, but also to respect the new lord.

"Welcome to everyone," Earl Berg saw that the people were almost here, stood up with his gin glass, pressed his hands to the nobles, and said loudly, "Today, we regretfully bid farewell to our friend Koother, who is well-known for his kindness and kindness and excellent military talents, and is highly respected by everyone. The man is gone, and we must continue to move forward, and I believe that his eldest son Lange will inherit his will and will, inherit all his strengths, and once again bring glory and glory to their family!"

"Alas!"

The nobles cheered and everyone's eyes focused on Lange.

Lange, wearing a blue dress embroidered with exquisite patterns, raised his lips slightly, enjoying the attention of everyone, and was very proud.

"Now, let's start this succession ceremony. Lange, I hope you will swear allegiance to me."

After saying that, Earl Berg winked at the servants who had been waiting for a long time. The latter quickly cleaned up the shelf table in front of the Count to make a living, making room. The two little boys laid a clean red wool blanket in front of the Count's chair.

At this moment, the noisy nobles began to calm down.

Lange stood up and walked towards the blanket. The servant behind his seat picked up the chair and retreated to the side.

The parish priest in white monastic uniforms stood beside the chair of Count Berg, watching the whole process, holding the Bible and the will of Coother.

Lange lowered his head, folded his hands together, and knelt on the wool blanket. Earl Berg, who was sitting on the chair, leaned forward, placed his hands on the back of Lange's hand, and grabbed Lange's hand.

This is the "subordination ceremony" passed down from Germanic society a long time ago.

"I swear to be loyal to Amadeus, Earl of Berg, and never use force against him and his heirs, God bless you." Lange lowered his head and said calmly to the Earl.

"Sir Lange, your father is my friend, a respected good man, a great warrior. I welcome your allegiance and accept your surrender." After speaking, Earl Berg released his hands, which had been tightly clasped on the back of Lange's hand, and sat upright.

This posture and method helps to strengthen and strengthen the relationship between the monarch and minister in the feudal era, leaving a deep impression on both sides.

In fact, longer ago, the two parties who held the surrender ceremony would kiss each other with lips to show harmony and friendship between the two sides, but now few nobles have done so.

"Dong, dong, dongdong, dongdong..."

The soldiers on the side beat the drums. After a rhythmic drum beat, the musician played the Rut and played the music. The nobles returned to their previous hustle and ate wine in big mouthfuls.

"It is your time, my dear vassal Lange."

Earl Berg smiled at Lange who had already stood up, and the attendant holding Lange's chair next to him hurried forward and placed Lange's chair down the steps in front of the count.
Chapter completed!