"I'm against it. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "Just when the agreement was about to be reached, someone spoke out against it, and when they heard this opposition, Arold and Otto frowned at the same time, and looked in the direction where the voice came from, only to see that it was Otto's court priest.

"What's going on?" Otto asked, somewhat annoyed.

"Your Majesty, these people are heretic barbarians, how can we trust that they will not repent?" The court priest spoke loudly and lifted the cross around his neck.

"Your Majesty, Boleslav I has already converted to the Holy Religion." Arold hurriedly explained.

"But I have heard that this Bohemian king was only a superficial convert to the Holy Religion, but he treated the missionaries in his own realm cruelly." The court priest said without fear, and Otto, as the protector of the church in the East Frankish kingdom, had nothing to say about it.

"Ahem, it's just a false rumor." The King of Bohemia denied that although he had to convert to Catholicism after being defeated by Arrod, he did not believe in it at all, nor did he want his subjects to be proselytized.

"Boleslav I, our priest is right, since you have converted to God, then your subjects should also be obedient." Arold looked straight into the King of Bohemia and said to him.

"I, I know, I'll allow them to preach in the future." Under Arrod's persecution, the King of Bohemia simply nodded in agreement.

"I don't think so! Baptize your warriors and people in the sacred Elbe today! Otto put his hands on the leather belt around his waist, straddled his two strong legs, and said to the King of Bohemia.

"What's it today?" The King of Bohemia's eyes widened, but was met with a unanimous nod from Arold and Otto.

So, in the long line of Bohemians on the banks of the Elbe, under the auspices of several priests who were urgently mobilized, the largest baptism was carried out, of course, because the Bohemians were so numerous, so the baptism was very simple, the priest stood in the river, when a Bohemian crossed the river and came to him, the priest said aloud Amen, and pressed the head of the Bohemian into the river, which was considered to have completed a baptism.

"What's the use of that? Will God bless the beasts by pressing their heads into the waters? Yves and Arold stood beside the river, watching this baptism like a farce, and Yves couldn't help but laugh and said.

"Don't underestimate it, it's the only way to get the bohemians to submit to us from the heart." Arold did not see it that way, knowing the power of the Church and that Bohemians, who shared the same faith, would be good allies against the Magyars.

Bohemia regained its submission to the Kingdom of East Francia, they stopped their eastward migration and invasions, and partly returned to their original territories, partly near the Elbe, and seeing that the war was resolved peacefully, Arold was ready to return to his own territory with the Mecklenburg legions.

"Lord Duke of Mecklenburg, thanks to your help this time." Otto and Arold were stationed in the castle on the east bank of the Elbe, and Otto expressed his highest gratitude to Arold for the full support of the Mecklenburg Legion.

"I just fulfilled my obligations as a vassal, and if I want to say thank you, Your Majesty should be grateful to Herman, it was he who led my vassals to hold back the people in the radar, so that I could take the opportunity to attack Litomerice directly." Arold said modestly to Otto.

"Really?" Otto knew that Arold had given Herman the vassal army, but he, like the others, thought that Herman was nothing more than a puppet of Arold, but it did not seem to be the case.

"That's right, if you don't believe me, just ask my vassals!" Arjod pointed to Julian and the others, and said to Otto and the others in the vestibule of the castle.

"What the Duke said is true, Lord Herman took the risk of leading the Viking warriors alone and sneaked up on the camp baggage of the people in the radar, which made it impossible for the people in the radar to continue to hold on." Julian walked out, bowed to Otto, and said to the nobles in the antechamber.

"Oh~~." The Saxon nobles exclaimed, and the feat of daring to venture alone into the enemy camp was, in any case, a commendable act of bravery.

"Herman, well done." Otto felt that his face was very bright, Herman was the nobleman he had recommended to Arold, and Herman's bravery showed the king's understanding.

"Thank you, Your Majesty and the Duke for your cultivation." Hermann puffed up his chest and walked in front of the Saxon nobles, bowed to Otto, and then bowed gratefully to Arold.

Hermann was well aware that his reputation at the Saxon court had become very important under the praise of the Duke of Mecklenburg, and sure enough, the king looked at him differently.

A victory banquet was then held in the vestibule of the castle, in which the Saxon nobles and the Mecklenburg nobles enjoyed the fruits of this hard-won victory, and although there was no delicious wine, only bitter ale, the people drank it merrily.

As night fell, King Otto and Arrod sat by the castle window, blowing the night breeze and listening to the noise of the nobles, and they looked at each other with wine glasses and smiled.

"Arold, why did the Bohemians suddenly attack us? Is it just the Magyars? Otto turned the glass in his hand, pondered for a moment, and then said to Arold.

"Your Majesty, the threat of the Magyars is indeed the main reason for the Bohemian invasion, but I am afraid that there are people in the kingdom who are colluding with the Bohemians in an attempt to stir up the situation and take advantage of the chaos." Arold leaned against the windowsill, touched the beard from his lips, and replied to Otto.

"Who the hell is it, damn bastard." The young king's face was pale, he had just ascended the throne, and what he hated most was that someone would shake his rule.

"If my guess is correct, I'm afraid it's the Duke of Bavaria." Arold said to Otto.

"Duke of Bavaria? That old bastard. Hearing this name, Otto paused for a moment, but he calmed down, the Duke of Bavaria is one of the electors, and his relations and forces in the kingdom are intertwined, and he is not so easy to move.

"Well, Your Majesty, I suggest that you pretend not to know about this matter for the time being, and the most important thing is to consolidate and stabilize your rule at present." Seeing Otto calm down, Arold couldn't help but admire the political quality of the young king, who was worthy of being the successor carefully cultivated by the old king Henry.

"You're right, but the Magyars can't let up their menace, and I'll order the Archbishop of Brandenburg and the Count of Thuringia to continue to strengthen the castle, and Mecklenburg will need help in this matter." Otto nodded, and he raised his glass to Arrod.

"Rest assured, Your Majesty, I will assist the Archbishop and the Count of Thuringia." Arold took a sip of his wine and promised Otto.

The next day, in the midst of the revelry of the feast, the nobles woke up, embraced each other goodbye, and followed their masters back to their respective domains.

Arold led the vassals of Mecklenburg north along the Elbe, and upon arrival in Lübeck disbanded the vassals' forces and allowed the soldiers to return to their homeland.

"Woo~~~." The sound of the horn sounded from the corner tower of the castle, and Princess Josie stopped the needle and thread in her hand, and she stood up, and the embroidery slipped over her dress and fell to the ground.

"Arrod, is Arrod back?" Princess Josie was running down the cloister with her big barley skirt on her hand, and when she came to a castle window, she saw Arold leading the cavalry slowly down the street towards the castle gatehouse.

"Open the city gate, it's the Duke who has returned." The Mecklenburg soldiers on the gatehouse of the castle turned their axles quickly, the iron chains rattled, the wooden drawbridge slowly rested on the moat, and the iron gates were lifted little by little.

"Long live the Duke~~." Several soldiers trotted to the gates, lined up on either side of the gate, holding their halberds in their hands and shouting.

"Dengden~~." Arold rode on his warhorse and looked at the black lion banner hanging from the castle gatehouse, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Oh oh oh~~." The commoners of the castle saw that their master had returned, and they also let out heartfelt cheers on both sides of the castle streets, and they clapped their hands in salute the heroes of the battle.

"The mustache of the god of war, oh no, God! These people really loved the Duke of Mecklenburg. Turazov also took part in the baptism on the banks of the Elbe, and he was now quickly converted from a believer in the god of war to a devout Catholic, with a wooden cross around his neck.

"You're changing fast." Yves said to Turazov with a sneer.

"Since the god of war is not God's opponent, it is not a shame to surrender to the strong." Turazov shrugged his shoulders and said to Ifu nonchalantly.

"Ha, the priests are going to be by you." Yves said with a laugh.

Arold rode through the gates of Mecklenburg and went straight to the castle square, and when the squires dismounted him, the mount was led to the duke's stables, and the cavalry was disbanded under the leadership of their respective captains.

"Arold." At this moment, on the stone steps of the main tower of the castle, Josie stood with her skirt in her hand, and she called Arrode's name loudly.

"Princess Josie." Arold saw that his wife was much haggard, and he did not expect that one of his expeditions would make Princess Josie so worried, so he strode over, and when he reached the bottom of the steps, Princess Josie jumped from the bottom of the steps into Arold's arms.

The two hugged each other tightly, and the sun shone right on the castle square like a golden carpet, and the nobles and knights stood aside, grinning at Arold and Princess Josie who were hugging each other.