Vol 7 Chapter 294: Why am I always the one who's hurt

The Loire Valley in September is exceptionally beautiful, with splendid and colorful scenery everywhere, and there is a colorful scene everywhere. The valley dotted with unique Loire roses is like a huge colorful carpet.
The smoky wind mixed with a strong pollen scent even covered the disgusting smell in the castle a lot.
September is undoubtedly the most beautiful season in the Loire Valley, but Louis XII did not have so much leisure to appreciate the beauty.
About half a month ago, after some efforts, the rebellion in Montpellier was finally put down.
The next step is how many heads should be chopped off or how many people should be exiled, during which the church filed a complaint with the king.
They cried out about the huge losses they had suffered in this "rebellion initiated by a group of despicable mobs." The precious wealth lost by the church was enough to make the most powerful people feel distressed. There are countless treasures, tapestries, sculptures and a large number of hidden treasures. The wine in the cellar is gone, and the king must be the master of this loss.
Louis XII was also very troubled by the demands of the church. In order to quell the Montpellier rebellion, he had made a lot of concessions to the nobles, which made his original plan to gradually recover the rights of the nobles and was forced to terminate. At the same time, in order to prevent the church and the nobles from colluding with each other, he must also figure out a better way to deal with those greedy ghosts who want this and that from him.
In addition, Louis XII also noticed the huge dissatisfaction of the people against him. The suppression of Montpellier disappointed the people at the bottom who had great hopes for him. The people said "he is still a king" or "he is just a man." "Tyrant", this kind of public opinion has an adverse effect on Louis XII who originally wanted to gain a good reputation among the people, and he was also worried.
The King had to start thinking about how to deal with this unfavorable situation. He had to let the people regain confidence in him, but he could not violate the interests of the church and the nobility. This made Louis XII fall into great confusion.
The puzzle that bothered him was not resolved until the report sent by Victor de Conde.
What Victor de Conde sent was not good news. What surprised Louis XII was that the kingdom of Navarre, which he thought could take advantage of the Castilian Civil War, was eventually cut off by Alexander. After hearing that the Moor jumped up and down in the court of Navarre and eventually destroyed his good deeds, Louis XII somewhat regretted why he hadn't killed him.
It's just that all this is already the case, although it is upset, there is no way.
Louis XII can only wonder how to let the French continue to strengthen their influence in the northern kingdom of Navarre. After all, the northern part of Navarre has a closer relationship with France, and the king of Navarre, Jean Albre, as a French nobleman, is inevitable. Has an inseparable relationship with France.
Therefore, the French can still do a lot of hands and feet, and there is no need to fight for a while.
What really interested Louis XII was Alexander's march on Valaritod.
After reading Victor de Condé’s report, he was still unsure, and re-invited the messenger to listen in detail about the process of the "peace march".
Although the messenger was also vague, with his powerful brain supplement, Louis XII quickly imagined an epic picture that was extremely excited.
In the night, a huge crowd of monks, nobles, and ordinary civilians surrounded them, and they looked at the man standing by the campfire generously speaking with longing eyes.
Some people knelt there and looked up, while others stretched out expectant hands to the man standing in front of the campfire.
And Alexander is like Moses who came out of Egypt, waving a powerful hand, like the rain-spreading open air and the sun shining brightly, infecting everyone in this picture with extraordinary charm. .
At this moment, everyone is closely united with Alexander as the core...
Oh, what an exciting and yearning scene this is~
Louis XII felt that he had found inspiration, and he believed that if Alexander could do it, he could also do it.
How to make the monks and nobles and the commoners arrange together in peace, and the king himself as the king, as the final arbiter, this made Louis XII plunged into excited imagination.
"How about a meeting in which everyone participates?" When Louis XII was with the queen at night, he suddenly jumped out of the bed and walked back and forth barefoot on the ground. At the same time, he said to himself in excitement, "Yes. A meeting attended by representatives of all levels. This meeting can make the status of monks and nobles more noble, and civilians will be satisfied because they can participate, and the king is the arbiter of everything."
"A national conference that gathers representatives of all classes. The monks can get the transcendent status they desire, so it is the first level, the nobles as the king and the backbone of the country are the second level, and the common people are the cornerstone of the country, so it is the third level." Louis XII excitedly recounted this exciting idea "A three-level meeting, this is called a three-level meeting!"
Louis XII loudly announced this whimsical idea of ​​his own. At this moment, he felt as if he had received a revelation from God, which made him excited and even faintly afraid.
God's revelation is not all the gospel, and sometimes it may bring disasters, because people cannot figure out God's will.
Louis XII didn’t know what changes his thoughts would bring to the future of France, but he felt that under the current circumstances, if he wanted to stabilize his position and display his ambitions at the same time, then this way was The best way to resolve the current contradictions.
"Those priests should also be a little more honest. They make more money than the treasury," Louis XII said to the queen who looked at him surprisedly. "It does no harm to let the commoners teach them. As for those in the south, Nobles, they should pay some price for their arrogance towards me."
The more he talked about Louis XII, the more excited he became. He was happy that he finally solved this troublesome problem, which made him less concerned about the setbacks in Navarre.
As for Castile, Louis XII felt that it would take a long time for Alexander to fully grasp the situation, but this just gave him enough time to deal with the troubles he faces now.
"Let's solve our problems first," thought Louis XII, who became sleepless because of excitement, and put on his clothes and walked to the table thinking about writing to Victor de Conde. Consider letting him not rush into conflict with the Castilian in Navarre for a long time to come.
"We must have a long-term plan for the kingdom of Navarre," Louis XII wrote in a letter to de Condessin. "So count, I want you to temporarily return to North Navarre for another plan, because there we have More supporters, as for Queen Akarina and his wife, we only need to maintain a normal relationship with them."
After writing such a letter in a hurry, Louis XII began to draft his ideas, and he couldn't wait to see these things become reality.
An old man climbed up from the with some difficulty. His boots were covered with grass and mud, which made it even more difficult for him to walk under his feet.
A servant cleverly stretched out his hand and pulled the old man up from the embankment, which made him encourage him to pat his shoulder.
Ferdinand twisted his eyebrows and looked at the old man walking over his feet in mud. Before he could speak, he asked anxiously: "How?"
"Not so optimistic, Your Majesty, not so optimistic," the old man looked back at the turbulent Ebro River under the embankment with unconcealable worry on his face. "It's worse than we thought before. This is the water level for several years. The lowest year, according to common sense, should be the flood season, but you can see how bad it is if you look at it now."
The words of the old man made Ferdinand's frowning eyebrows become a knot. He knew that this old man knew these rivers best, and no one had more say in the water regime than him.
But because of this old man's words became a big stone in Ferdinand's heart.
Zaragoza is the capital of the Kingdom of Aragon, but more importantly, this city has always shouldered the important responsibility of the throat from the Aragonese land to the European interior.
In addition to those coastal ports, Zaragoza has become an inland hub connecting Liberia between east and west.
In the past it was a gateway to Castile, but now it is the foundation for Ferdinand to retake Castile.
But such an important place has been threatened by drought for many years.
Because of its special geographical location, having reliable water resources has become the key to the destiny of the city of Zaragoza and its surrounding areas.
Ferdinand once suggested to Isabella to see a large dam in the upper reaches of the Ebro River more than once, but Isabella always excuses it for various reasons.
Ferdinand knew very well that Isabella's purpose in doing so was to faintly strangle Zaragoza and even Aragon's throat, so as to force Aragon to bow to Castile.
Although Ferdinand knew this well, he couldn't help it.
The death of Isabella made Ferdinand think that he had a chance to finally solve the trouble that has been plagued Aragon as soon as possible, but he did not expect an Alexander to appear next.
With Ferdinand being forced to leave Castile, the construction of the Ebro River dam has become an unrealistic dream and an unrealistic dream. What is even more worrying is that Castile may use control The water resources of the Ebro River deal with Aragon.
However, the current situation in Zaragoza is not optimistic, or the efforts made by Aragon have been ineffective because of little effect. There is no way to prevent the drought and gradually turning into desert in this area.
This makes Ferdinand feel completely helpless.
Zaragoza is too important. This is because although port cities such as Barcelona and Valencia are prosperous and developed because of convenient transportation, these places also have deep-rooted noble forces.
Just as the Catalans have been asking for trouble, although the nobles in these areas seem to be submissive, Ferdinand knows very well that once he reveals the idea of ​​interfering in these areas, the local noble forces Will spare no effort to unite against him.
Unlike Zaragoza, this is the capital and the most reliable area the king can control. Almost all nobles here are attached to the royal family, which allows Ferdinand to act according to his will.
In addition, as the hub of Aragon connecting many inland areas, Ferdinand must also firmly control this place, while ensuring its prosperity.
"We must find a way as soon as possible. If this continues in a few years, perhaps the river will dry up, and then Zaragoza will become a dead city."
Ferdinand told the old man. Although he knew that it was mostly useless to say so, he still hoped that the old man could come up with an effective way to solve the gradual crisis.
The old man sighed softly, knowing that the king's worries were not unfounded.
No one even knows better than him that the Zaragoza area is facing the huge trouble of increasingly depleted water sources, but he has to face the situation that is helpless.
"If Castile can..."
The old man, who had just spoken about this, suddenly woke up and stopped and glanced at Ferdinand, seeing the gloomy look on the king's face, he could only shrug his shoulders helplessly.
Ferdinand got into the carriage in a bad mood, and this long-standing dilemma can only be like this, but more immediate problems must be resolved as soon as possible.
The news sent to him by the people who stayed in Valarito depressed Ferdinand's heart. Although the Alexander was trapped in Valaritod's court for a while, as he expected, he was temporarily unable to do anything. But that person is clearly adapting to his identity quickly.
Ferdinand has heard that after a brief contact with the Barriarido nobles, some students have begun to look for his assistants in the new court. For this reason, many Castilian nobles have come to him. I mean willing to be loyal.
There are even those who were also loyal to Ferdinand.
It was not this that made Ferdinand angry. He had anticipated how the Vallitodes would perform after he left. What really annoyed him was the decision of Alexander to arrange the Pope to Madrid.
The importance of Madrid is too clear to Ferdinand. Moving the capital to Madrid in the future was a decision made by him and Isabella after long-term deliberation, and it was also the result of a compromise between the two parties.
It's just that he never thought that Alexander also noticed the importance of Madrid, which made Ferdinand feel that this was even more serious than he was forced to leave Castile.
Because the only explanation means that Alexander had the same idea as them.
It seems that just becoming the king of Castile does not seem to satisfy his ambitions, or that he wants to repay what his half-sister has done for him, and the return is likely to be the crown of Aragon.
It seems that even if it is to pay a huge price, Maximian must be urged to launch a war against Rometesia as soon as possible.
This thought made Ferdinand even worse, but now it seems that this is the only way to deal with that Alexander.
Ferdinand can guess what conditions Maximian will propose. He will definitely ask Ferdinand to immediately declare his grandson the King of Castile. This is actually what Ferdinand deserves. If it weren’t for the coffins of Juana’s and his wife’s still in the hands of the rebels, this would have caused a lot of embarrassment to Charlie’s enthronement.
What worries him really is that the emperor might be asking Charlie to inherit Castile while forcing him to also declare his grandson as the official heir to the Kingdom of Aragon.
Although this would be the result that would have happened in the future without the accident of Alexander, Ferdinand could not bear the decision to make such an announcement now.
Because this not only means that his power has been provoked, it may also give Maximian an opportunity to directly intervene in Aragon's affairs.
This is something that Ferdinand cannot tolerate.
These messy thoughts entangled all the way so that Ferdinand was in a bad mood, so that after he returned to Zaragoza, he did not go to a mistress's house in the city because of his bad mood, but went straight back to the palace.
But he didn't expect that there was someone waiting for him in the palace.
The arrival of the Archbishop of Zaragoza made Ferdinand faintly guessed something.
Alexander VI is about to enter Madrid, which is not good news for many people.
Whether it is Portugal or the twin kingdoms, Iberian kings have become accustomed to an obedient church.
For them, the Vatican is more of a representative of the spiritual world. Anyone in the church who wants to cross this boundary often has no good end.
But the arrival of Alexander VI is likely to break this custom, which of course makes many people feel unhappy.
Even many people in the local church don't like the appearance of a Supreme Emperor.
So Ferdinand can imagine the purpose of the archbishop's visit to him. UU Reading www.uukanshu.cOM
But, what does the archbishop's deep eyes mean when he looks at him?
Ferdinand greeted the archbishop with doubts, and then kindly asked the bishop what he was coming from.
"Your Majesty, I just received a terrible news that His Majesty the Pope was attacked on the way to Madrid, and now his whereabouts are unknown, life and death unknown."
Ferdinand was taken aback for a moment, he almost licked his ears to determine if he had auditory hallucinations.
When he was sure that he had not heard it wrong, he felt a burst of ecstasy, and then he couldn't help but startle.
Looking at the archbishop's eyes that "I can't think of you Ferdinand who did this kind of thing with a benevolent purpose", Ferdinand instantly realized the seriousness of the matter.
"God, you don't think it's me..." Looking at the archbishop's eyes, Ferdinand almost blurted out "I am not, I don't, it's not me."