The death knight Balk returned to the castle of the Duke of Bavaria, when the Duke was not here, but his son Eberhard, Duke of Franconia, was there, and when Eberhard looked at Balk's embarrassed appearance, he couldn't help but be surprised, he rarely saw Balk's appearance. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

What's wrong? Eberhard stood in the square of the castle, surrounded by attendants and priests, and as a duke he had a large retinue of attendants who were ready to serve Eberhard.

"The Duke of Bavaria sent me to bring people to protect Otto, but they mercilessly mocked and insulted me." Death Knight Balk said to Eberhard.

"They humiliated you?" Listening to the words of the death knight Balk, Eberhard couldn't believe it, not to mention the prestige of the Duke of Bavaria, it was the murderous aura of the death knight Balk, generally he didn't provoke others, who would dare to take the initiative to provoke him.

"That's right, but it's okay, I'll get revenge." Balk, the death knight, jumped off his horse, his retinue's mount, and his beloved horse had died of his injuries.

"You're going to get revenge on Otto? He was the future king. It was not interesting for Eberhard to stand there, because a painter from Milan in the south was working in front of him to paint a portrait of the Duke of Franconia.

"No, it's not Otto, it's Arrod, Duke of Mecklenburg." Balk walked up to Eberhard and said to him.

"Arrod? Sounds familiar. Eberhard was stunned, grabbing his long curly hair with his left hand, when he stopped moving and looked at Balk with a puzzled look.

"It's Duke Mason's sister-in-law." Death Knight Balk reminded Eberhard.

"Duke Mason?" Hearing the name, Eberhard's face suddenly turned pale, and his emaciated and dead white face seemed to appear in front of his eyes again, which made Eberhard's mood very low.

"Lord Duke, please lean a little to the left." Painters use brushes to mix colors on a palette of dyes from a variety of sources, mostly minerals and animal blood.

"Stop, I'm tired today, I'll paint another day." Eberhard said with a wave of his hand at the painter.

"But Lord Duke, the weather is very good today, and the light is abundant." The painter tried to keep Eberhard, but at this point Eberhard was not in the mood to paint a portrait, and he turned away and returned to the main tower.

"Tsk, isn't it just a duke?" The death knight Balk couldn't help but sneer in his heart when he saw Eberhard's look.

Princess Josie's brother, Duke Mason, was invited by the Duke of Bavaria to be a guest, but the Duke of Bavaria wanted to kill Duke Mason, but he did not expect that Eberhard admired the aristocratic Duke Mason and repeatedly sabotaged the Duke of Bavaria's assassination plan.

However, the treacherous Duke of Bavaria, impressed with the friendship between father and son and forced Eberhard to kill Duke Mason, and then disguised Duke Mason's death as a manslaughter by Arrod's soldiers, but this incident hit Eberhard's spirit very hard, and he was depressed for a while, and he did not recover until Eberhard was awarded the title of Duke of Franconia, but he did not expect to go around and have contact with Duke Mason's sister-in-law.

Otto and Arrod's convoy traveled all the way to Arau, and the villages or noble estates they encountered along the way, as well as the dukes, counts, or barons, provided food and lodging to the convoy, to help the royal family wandering the kingdom's territory, and as a duty of vassals.

"I am the baron here, and this is our tribute to His Honorable Highness, please accept it with a smile." Arold watched this scene in front of him countless times, and the local nobles carried their vassals and contributed to Otto with gifts.

"I accept your tribute, and feel the loyalty of you and your people, and may your reign be continued for generations to come." Otto sat on an oak chair in front of the tent, flanked by the court nobles and vassals who followed.

"He's getting more and more like a king." Yves leaned into Arrod's ear and whispered.

The king would often carry his court members around the territory, on the one hand, to patrol the borders of his kingdom's territory, and on the other hand, to reduce the financial pressure on the court members, after all, the low level of agriculture and industry in Europa meant that the administrative organs should not be too concentrated in one place, which is why the king would often change palaces.

"After passing through one more territory, we will reach Ark." Herman. Bironn said to Arrod on the other side.

"I'm still busy after I get to Arga." Arold shrugged his shoulders and said.

"yes, but we'll finally get there."

When the ceremony of receiving the tribute from the local nobles was over, Arold returned to her camp, and Princess Josie was playing beside a lake with little William, and the servants spread woolen blankets on the edge of the lake, as if they were leisurely swimming in the wilderness.

"Ah, how pleasant, I wish I could be like this forever." Arold smiled and walked to Princess Josie's side, he was lying on Princess Josie's lap, his eyes looked at the white clouds floating overhead, and said with emotion.

"Forever, if you want." Princess Josie looked down at her husband's handsome face and said shyly to Arold.

Havina leaned against a tree in the woods, her back looking even more lonely in the gloomy woods, and by the lake there was a harmonious and happy family drama, and Havina looked at them fixedly, and no one knew what she was thinking.

"I don't like her." While Havina was staring at Arrod's family by the lake, Arrod's sister Lena was standing in the camp and spotted Havena, facing Herman beside her. Billund said.

"Why? Havina is your brother's trusted minister. Herman wondered.

"No, I just don't like her, I always feel that she always smells of conspiracy." Lena pursed her lips and replied to Herman.

"Every king needs a retainer hidden in the shadows." Herman. Billund said.

"However, Brother Arrod is obviously a noble and upright nobleman, and he doesn't need those sneaky people, which will tarnish his reputation." Lina is as stubborn as all the Wendell family, as long as she believes in something, ten cows can't pull it back.

"I don't think these things should be considered by a lady like you, as long as you don't make trouble for the Duke, the Duke will have a lot of peace of mind." Herman looked at Lina, who was a little willful, and couldn't help but smile and said.

"Hmph, do you mean I'm in trouble? Well, stay away from me. Lena's eyes were as blue as the sky angrily, and she turned and walked towards the outside of the camp, and Herman hurriedly followed, his job now was to protect Lena.

When the two were chasing, Arold and Princess Josie, who were next to the lake, also noticed it, and when they saw the two young boys and girls in their prime together, Princess Josie couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What's wrong?" Arold asked curiously.

"Look, Lena and Master Herman are a good match." Princess Josie pointed and said to Arrod.

"It's a good match, I don't see it." Arold looked at the figures of the two and said disapprovingly.

"Oh, I think that although Lord Herman is not from a very prominent family, His Majesty Otto values him very much, and as far as I can see, he is also a very good young man, I think, I think." Princess Josie said thoughtfully.

"What do you think?" Arold asked.

"Maybe Herman. Lord Billund is a man who can protect Lena for the rest of his life. Princess Josie said.

"What nonsense, how old is Lena." Arrod's face sank and he said, in his opinion, Lena is still underage, but in this era, girls can get married at the age of thirteen.

"Haha, I'm just saying, Lena is still young anyway, and I have time, so I'll help her find a husband well." Princess Josie couldn't stop with great interest, it seems that women naturally like to gossip, which is true both ancient and modern.

"Whatever you want, but preferably the nobles of Mecklenburg, I don't want the Wendell family to scatter again." Arold lay comfortably on the woolen blanket and looked at the sky as the clouds changed to those of Baron Wendell and his wife.