The news of Otto's ascension to the throne spread rapidly throughout the kingdom, and the other kingdoms received reports that some of the countries that had been friendly with the East Frankish kingdom sent congratulatory emissaries in order to make peace with the East Francia. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"We have a new king." The Duke of Bavaria, sitting on a wooden chair, said dismissively.

"The Duke of Mecklenburg was appointed Treasurer." Next to the Duke of Bavaria stood a monk with a birthmark on his face, who said with some surprise.

"Hmph, if Arrod knew that the murderer of his family was actually in my court, then what kind of expression would he have, hahaha." The Duke of Bavaria said after picking up a walnut and crushing it with a silver hammer.

"Lord Duke." Beside the Duke of Bavaria was Brother Robert, whose face turned blue as he listened to the Duke's words.

"Why are you afraid, now the Duke of Mecklenburg, Arrod, is in high demand, and I have been appointed as the chief of the Imperial Horse Warden." The Duke of Bavaria wore his silver hair, and although he was over sixty years old, in this era when the average age was only thirty-five, it could be said that he was already a long life, but the old duke, known as the Lion of Bavaria, was still ambitious.

"Your family, Lord Duke, has been a well-known ancient family since Charlemagne's time, so why bother with a false name." Robert smiled, the birthmark on his face writhing like a centipede.

"Distressed? I'm dealing with a king now, and I shouldn't have listened to your rhetoric if I knew we should have united with the dukes to fight to the end in the first place. The Duke of Bavaria said angrily.

"Don't worry, Lord Duke, in my opinion, Otto's throne is not yet secure!" Brother Robert said to the Duke of Bavaria.

"How?" The Duke of Bavaria asked.

"Actually, you agree that Otto is right to ascend the throne, the old king abolished the inheritance rights of other princes in order to make Otto king, will they swallow this breath?" Brother Robert said patiently.

"You mean the princes will rebel?" The Duke of Bavaria chewed on the walnut kernel and said thoughtfully.

"That's where we need to push." Brother Robert tucked his hands in his sleeves, and the wide gray monk's robe made him look like a saint, but in the monk's robe was hidden a femme fatale's heart.

"Who can do this?" The Duke of Bavaria asked.

"I came up with this plan, and of course I carried it out." Brother Robert said to the Duke of Bavaria.

"Okay, you do it, I'll give you support." The Duke of Bavaria nodded, he had no choice but to put his hope in this ugly monk.

"Yes, Lord Duke." Brother Robert bowed his head and left the duke's chamber backwards.

A Bavarian knight was assigned to protect Brother Robert, and although he was not happy about protecting the ugly monk, he had no choice but to do his duty because it was the duke's order.

"Brother Robert, where are we going?" The Bavarian knight asked curiously.

"Let's go to Bohemia." Brother Robert, with the help of his attendants, mounted his mount, and he turned his horse's head and galloped out of the castle, followed by the knight and his attendants.

Arold led his knights and convoy to part ways with Otto from Aaron, and Otto personally held a farewell banquet for Arold in Charlemagne's palace, an honor that made the dukes very popular.

"Your Majesty, I will return to my territory of Mecklenburg, and if you need help, just send someone to inform me." Arold said to Otto.

"Of course I trust you, my friend, and as the treasurer of the kingdom, I look forward to your first coins." Otto raised his glass to Arold and said that he had fulfilled his promise to Arrod, that is, to give the kingdom's coins to Mecklenburg for minting, which means that Mecklenburg and the East Frankish kingdom will use the same currency.

"Thank you for your trust, Mecklenburg will surely produce a currency worthy of His Majesty's authority." Arold assured Otto.

"I'm looking forward to it." Otto and Arold hold hands.

"Lord Arrod, don't you know if I can walk with you?" At this moment, the Duke of Swabia stepped forward and said to Arrod.

"Oh, but isn't your territory in the south?" Arrod said wonderingly.

"Yes, but I've always wanted to see the north and see the Baltic Sea." The Duke of Swabia said with a smile to Arryd.

"Of course, you can be a guest in my territory, where you can see the North Sea." Arold told the Duke of Swabia that it was common for high-ranking nobles to visit each other, and this also helped to bond the friendship between them.

So Arold and the Duke of Swabia merged their convoy and they made their way to the Duchy of Mecklenburg in the north, during which the Duke of Swabia was full of praise for Arryd's side car, and it was obvious that the Duke of Swabia was a very playful nobleman.

"It's so much fun." In the rickety side car, the Duke of Swabia sat with Arold and others, playing cards, just a simple game of fighting the landlord, which made the playful duke happy.

"How did you come up with this game, Lord Arrode?" Herman. Billund grabbed a handful of cards and asked Arrod curiously, this game is easier to carry than chess, and the rules are simple and uncomplicated, which is simply a must-have for home travel.

"Perhaps it was inspired by the Virgin Mary when she saw that our trip was too boring." Arold said jokingly.

"Ah, I'm going to lose." Princess Josie looked at the cards played by Arold and couldn't help but say in frustration.

"Hurry up, if you lose, you will change me." On the side, Sister Arrod said anxiously.

"I'm looking forward to your territory more and more." The Duke of Swabia was now more and more interested, and as a duke, he often held banquets in his domain, inviting nobles and jugglers, but no matter how fun the banquet was, it would be boring. However, the 54-card deck of playing cards invented by Arrod is endlessly changing, and there is no feeling of boredom at all.

"It's time for dinner." When the convoy stopped, Arold opened the window and looked out, and said to the people in the car.

"Eat, oh, I'm not hungry at all, I'm going to take Ben back." The Duke of Swabia shook his head, holding a good card in his hand, and the silver coins on the table, which were originally full of money, all ran to Princess Josie and Arrod at this time, how could he give up and go to dinner without turning over the book.

"Haha." Arold looked at the duke who was in charge of a tribe, but at this time it was exactly like when he was in school, the guys who were addicted to mahjong in the dormitory, thinking of this, Arold considered that if he moved mahjong to this era, it is estimated that the nobles would not meet to say that there was a banquet there, but that "brothers come twice".

"What can you do without eating?" Princess Josie said.

"I have a good idea, let the attendants cut the meat into thin crusts and add them together with bread." Arold instructed his attendants that on their way out of Arbor, Otto had given them some food for their journey, including soft wheat bread and meat from the venison that the knights and soldiers had sent out to hunt deer in the forests along the way.

Soon the knights drove a bonfire in the camp surrounded by side vans, skinned the hunted elk, and roasted them with wooden sticks through the rack, the golden roast meat exuded a charming taste, and several attendants stepped forward to skillfully cut the venison into thin slices with meat cleavers, and then sandwiched it in wheat bread, put it on a plate and entered the side car, and gave it to Arold and others.

"Oh, it's delicious, it's the best food I've ever had, what's that name, Arold?" The Duke of Swabia pinched the bread, chewed it heavily, and said to Arold happily.

"It's a sandwich!" Arold blurted out, but soon regretted it, because the sandwich was invented in the late Middle Ages by a nobleman who was obsessed with playing cards, and the nobleman's name was Sandwich, and Arold had advanced the invention of the sandwich by centuries.

"Yes, this sandwich is so delicious, I remember, and the waiter will make me a sandwich to eat from now on." The Duke of Swabia had his mouth full, but he still commanded his attendants.

"This~." Arold couldn't help but laugh, but he didn't expect that he would turn the Duke of Swabia into a sandwich fan.