Brother Elvet looked at Father Brown suspiciously, and when Father Brown told him that it was a merchant who wanted to see him, Brother Elvet couldn't help frowning, although he was in charge of the palace, but the affairs of merchants were generally handled by the Jew Soros. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Merchant?" Brother Elvet asked again with confirmation.

"That's right, he was originally a contractor for the monastery's mines, but he lost his property in the war and had to switch to the grain business, and he admires you, Miya-sama." Father Brown said cautiously as he worded.

"But I don't deal with businessmen, so he should look for Soros." Brother Elvet said to Father Blue.

"But he was a devout Christian, and he didn't want to wag his tail at a Jew and beg for mercy." Fr. Blue has a look of disgust on Brother Elvet's face when he mentions Soros, because in the Bible the Jews betrayed Jesus, so in the eyes of many Christians the Jews are the most sinful, despite the fact that Christianity was born out of Judaism.

"Well, well, I can meet him." Brother Elvet complained about Arold recruiting Jews into the court, but Arold had supreme authority in Mecklenburg, and none of the Elvet monks dared to show their thoughts.

Father Brown was very pleased to hear that Brother Elvet agreed, and immediately made an appointment with Brother Elvet at a time and place, and then gladly left Brother Elvet's room.

At dusk the next day, after having eaten with Arold and the others in the hall of the lord, Brother Elvet got up and asked Arold to leave the table first.

"Brother Elvet, why isn't today's meal appetizing?" Arold looked at Brother Elvet as he stood up and asked Brother Elvet, who had taken his leave.

"No, my stomach hasn't been feeling well lately, and I need to go to church and pray to the Lord." Brother Elvet smiled at Arrod.

"Really? I think it's better to ask Shirley to get you some herbs, and it will be better to drink it. Arold said to Brother Elvet with concern.

"No, I won't make potions out of witchcraft." Brother Elvet's face changed, and he said to Arrod.

"Haha, well, that's what I didn't say." Arold knew that these religious clergy were very repulsive to the potions that he could not understand, so he had to give up.

Brother Elvet left the castle with only one servant with him, and went to the town's chapel, a stone chapel built with the town's own donations, to provide spiritual faith for the townspeople.

The chapel has a pointed roof, on the triangular roof is an iron cross, the narrow building can accommodate about ten people at the same time, and when you enter the doorway, there is a marble pool of holy water, and everyone who enters the chapel will use the index finger and middle finger of their right hand together, dip it in holy water and draw a cross on their head and chest, indicating that they have cleansed the worldly dust from filth.

"Miya-sama, you're here." Father Brown, who was standing outside the chapel, had been waiting for a long time when he saw Brother Elvet coming from afar.

"You're waiting for me here." Brother Elvet turned to his servant and said.

"Yes, Miya-sama." The servant stopped outside the chapel.

There were also several women in headscarves in the chapel, who were praying under the altar before the crucifixion of Christ, and on the altar they lit candles, and Father Brown made a gesture to Brother Elvet, who saw that in the right corner of the chapel there was a small enclosed room, which could not be seen from all sides, wrapped in a black curtain, which he knew was the confessional.

The confessional is divided into two parts, one is where the clergy sit, through a wooden checkered window, listening to the people on the other side tell about their sins and confess to God, and after listening to the narrator's confession, the clergy forgive each other in the name of God.

"Brush~." Brother Elvet sat on the clergy's side, and as soon as he was seated, the checkered wooden window opened.

"I'm guilty." A voice came from the penitent's side, speaking to Brother Elvet.

"Oh no, you're mistaken, I'm a monk, but I'm not a priest here." Brother Elvet tried to stand up, thinking that he had mistaken himself for the priest of the confessional.

"No misunderstanding, hello! Brother Elvet, Honorable Minister. But the other party said immediately.

"Who are you?" Brother Elvet sat down again, and he looked to the other side of the confessional room, only to see the face of a middle-aged man appear in the dim light.

"In Lower Jeff, it's a contractor." The man smiled at Brother Elvet.

On the east bank of the Elbe, a large army of Bohemians has finally arrived, their footsteps like an earthquake, and their clamor like summer thunder. The Bohemians did not immediately attack the castle along the coast, but stopped outside the castle and began to light bonfires for cooking, which stretched for miles like stars in the sky.

"So many people?" The Count of Thuringia watched the scene in front of him from the watchtower, and he couldn't help but lick his lips.

"Rest assured, our castle is strong enough for them to withstand the Bohemian attack." The Saxon general comforted the Count of Thuringia.

"Didn't the Mecklenburgers reply?" The Count of Thuringia asked nervously.

"Our messengers have already returned, and they have told me that the Duke of Mecklenburg has promised to send troops to help, but he is to gather his vassals." The Saxon general said to the Count of Thuringia.

"Ridiculous, does Arold still need to mobilize his vassals if he wants to support us? His standing legion is strong enough. The Count of Thuringia wiped the sweat from his face and said anxiously.

The Saxon general did not answer the words of the Count of Thuringia, looking at the tens of thousands of troops in front of him, he was not sure whether Mecklenburg would send troops to the rescue, and even he imagined that if he was Arrod, he would definitely hesitate to send troops.

King Otto, who was far away in Quedlinburg, was also sleepless at this time, looking at the map on the wooden table in front of him, which already contained several models of castles, lined along the Elbe, and to the east was a large pile of small smooth pebbles.

"The Bohemians must have arrived by this time, right?" Otto looked at the two sides with a huge disparity in strength and said to his courtiers.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, the castle built along the Elbe is strong enough to keep the Bohemians at bay." The courtiers comforted Otto.

"But our army is so small." Otto frowned, ran his hand over his beard, and stared at the map.

"Your Majesty, do you want to ask His Highness Henry Jr., His Highness Wichmann, and Lord Donkmar for help?" One of the courtiers cautiously said that at a time when the entire kingdom was in crisis, it seemed like a good option to ask Otto's brothers for help.

"No, you don't." Otto refused with a categorical wave of his hand, he had just ascended the throne as king, and if he could not repel foreign enemies by his own strength, he would definitely leave the nobles with the impression of weakness and incompetence, not to mention that his spies had already reported back, while he struggled to fight off foreign enemies, his brothers were having fun in their own estates and castles, and they were completely from the wall.

"Then there is only the general and the Count of Thuringia who trust us." The courtier couldn't help but say.

"And the gift of my Lord." The court priest added.

"Did the Duke of Mecklenburg agree to send troops?" Otto asked, turning his head.

"Yes, but it will take a little time for the Duke to mobilize his vassals, but the Duke of Mecklenburg said that as soon as the vassals arrive with troops, they will immediately leave for the south."

"That's a pretext! His Majesty the King seems to be unreliable at this critical juncture. The palace minister of the royal family said dissatisfied.

"Arold is not that kind of person, since he has promised, he will definitely do it." King Otto waved his hand and said to his courtiers, in fact, he could only pin all his hopes on Arold at this time.

Arold walked on the walls of the castle in a large coat, his eyes fixed on the plains, forests and towns outside the castle, and beside him was the Duke of Swabia.

"Lord Duke, this is the most prosperous territory I've ever seen." The Duke of Swabia accompanied Arold to face the warm breeze, and the fresh air was refreshing.

"There, I heard that the Italian city-states are more prosperous, and for them I am just a wild place!" Arold said to the Duke of Swabia with a smile.

"Hahaha, the Italian city-state is of course the richest region in the whole of Europa, relying on the Venetian merchants who traveled to and from the Mediterranean, transporting spices from the East to Sicily, and then from Italy to the many kingdoms of the whole of Europa, it is impossible not to be rich." The Duke of Swabia also said insightfully that when he was young, he traveled to Italy and was very impressed by the shrewdness of the Venetians and the wealth of Sicily.

"yes." Arold listened thoughtfully, whether in terms of population or trade, the north in which he lived was really barren, whether it was Roman times or the Middle Ages, control of Italy was the king.

"Oh yes, I heard that the Bohemians have invaded the border, and it seems that my stay here should be over, and I will leave Mecklenburg tomorrow and return to my own territory." The Duke of Swabia said to Arrold.

"It's a pity, in this case, I can't keep you, I'll have someone prepare for you on the road, as well as gifts." Arold said to the Duke of Swabia.

"You are so generous, next time I will invite you to Swabia and I will do my best to entertain you." The Duke of Swabia held out his hand and shook it with Arryd, and the two dukes looked at each other and smiled.