Leila looked nervously at Arrod, it was normal for nobles to give each other servants, and it was also a way to show off their strength, but to Lyra's relief, Arold rejected Duke Swabia's proposal. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"I'm sorry Lord Duke, my family and I can't do without this delicious pastry, but I have a good idea so that Lord Duke can taste it from time to time." Arold said to the Duke of Swabia.

"Oh?" The Duke of Swabia looked at Arrod curiously.

"I'm going to invest in a pastry bakery in your territory, and send a pastry chef trained by Leila herself, so you can taste delicious pastries?" Arold said to the Duke of Swabia.

"Lord Arrod, do you mean to invest in my territory?" The Duke of Swabia was slightly surprised when he heard this, everyone likes to have others to invest in their own territory, which is the best thing to prosper the territory, so the Duke of Swabia did not hesitate to agree to set aside a piece of land in the town under his castle, where a bakery can be built, and the land tax will be charged according to the minimum.

Arrod asked Brother Elvet to draw up a contract at once, on which the two dukes signed their names, dripped with red wax oil, and stamped them with the coats of arms representing their respective families.

"Arold, what are you doing here?" After seeing off the Duke of Swabia, Princess Josie asked Arold curiously.

"I want to open this delicious pastry bakery all over the kingdom of Europa, so that everyone can taste it." Arold picked up a piece of pastry, took a bite and said contentedly.

"Hmph, I don't believe you're paying attention to such a thing as a duke for this reason." Princess Josie pursed her lips, she was sure that Arold had other intentions, although she didn't know what the intentions were, but they must be related to military affairs.

"As a duke, can't I occasionally pay attention to the quality of life of the people?" Arold said jokingly.

However, Princess Josie does know Arold well as his wife, and when Arold and Leila are the only ones left in the courtyard, Arold asks little Sean, who is dressed as a squire, to come over.

"Leila, I want you to train him to be a qualified pastry chef." Arold pointed at little Sean and said to Lyra.

"But Sean is your squire." Leila said in surprise.

"He's always admired your pastries, so let him become a pastry master!" Arold said with a smile.

"I'll do it, Lord Duke." Shaun bowed to Arrode, for it didn't matter to him either as a squire, a pastry chef, or an assassin.

"Good." Arold nodded, using the pastry bakery as a cover, the intelligence points all over Europa were an excellent idea, the delicate pastries would enter and leave the court of the nobles, and the rough pastries would be mixed among the commoners, which was simply incomparable for the KGB's intelligence gathering.

"I'll do as you tell me to do." Seeing that Arold sent someone who knew Sean, Leila hurriedly promised Arold that the only thing she was worried about was whether Sean had a talent for baking as a man.

The King of Bohemia issued a summoning order to his vassals, and the vast army of cavalry and infantry was concentrated in the town, and when the King of Bohemia set fire to his palace, the flames quickly engulfed the wooden building.

"Are Bohemians crazy? They set fire to their royal palaces. The Bavarian knight and Brother Robert on horseback, looking at the smoke rising from a distance in the town, said to Brother Robert in surprise.

"This kind of barbarian, once it attacks, the whole clan will pour out, so it's good that Otto will definitely have a headache for this." Brother Robert said proudly.

"Shall we return to Bavaria, then?" The knight asked.

"No, let's go to Quedlinburg, and go to the princes." Brother Robert whipped his mount with his whip and galloped away, and the knight quickly kicked the horse with the spur in his heel.

"Your Majesty, we will definitely be able to conquer the land of the East Franks all the way." Watching the march of tens of thousands of huge troops, the vassals of the King of Bohemia said confidently.

"Is someone on the radar?" The King of Bohemia, on the other hand, had a solemn face, and he knew his great power, but he asked his subordinates.

"The earl in the radar is coming with his people in the starry night, rest assured that they will not miss such a big battle." The Bohemian nobles laughed and said that if there were militants among the Bohemians, then the Radarians felt that they were the warmongers among the belligerents, and they had long been dissatisfied with the weakness of the King of Bohemia, and now they heard that there was going to be a war with the East Francians.

"Tell Count Radar to let him take his men to our north to be on guard." The King of Bohemia said to his nobles.

"The north, but we have no enemies in the north?" The Bohemian nobleman said in surprise.

"Don't talk nonsense, just let you go." The King of Bohemia said angrily that there was not only one enemy in the north, but also an extremely difficult one, the iron fist of the Mecklenburgers.

Count Radar, the Slavs were the most warlike of the Slavs, and if Arold had seen them, he would have said that these guys must have been the ancestors of the fighting people.

"Whoa." In the icy water, a shaved Slavic man with his hair shaved to a strand and a bare-chested body emerged from the water.

"It's damn weather, it's hot and cold." The man cursed as he took a cold shower.

"Whew, whew, whew." Suddenly, a brown bear swayed out of the dense forest, and it seemed that it was just trying to drink water by the river, but it was startled by the sudden appearance of a Slavic man, so it roared at him.

"Oh, hahaha, I just want to play sports." When the Slavic man saw this adult brown bear, not only did he not have any timidity or flinch, but his eyes lit up as if he had seen a long-lost lover.

"Huh." The brown bear was a little surprised and surprised when he saw that the bipedal human was not only not afraid of himself, but came out of the river and approached it step by step.

"Come on, come on." Step by step, the Slavic man walked over, his golden beard cocked, and he walked towards the brown bear with open arms.

"Whew~~." The brown bear is the king of the forest, and no animal dares to challenge an adult brown bear easily, and the brown bear who feels that his dignity is challenged, stands up and waves his bear claws at the man.

"Ahh The Slavic man rushed forward unceremoniously, he actually rushed head-on to the brown bear, the sudden charge made the brown bear startled, and instinctively raised his sharp claws to slap the man, and the Slavic man, although strong, was very agile to bow his head and avoid the bear's claws, close to the brown bear's waist and hug the brown bear's waist.

"Lord Earl, Lord Count." At this time, several Slavic soldiers wearing iron helmets and leather armor inlaid with iron plates, armed with spears and shields, rushed forward, including archers with curved bows.

"Don't come here, it's mine." The Slavic man grabbed the brown bear by the waist and threw it to the ground, and the brown bear roared and waved its sharp claws in anger, leaving blood marks on the man's body.

"Lord Count." Suddenly, a Slavic nobleman wearing scaly armor pulled out the short sword in his hand and threw it at the man, the Slavic man pressed the brown bear facing the sky with one hand, raised the short sword with the other, and then he aimed at the heart of the brown bear and stabbed it quickly, this action was done in one go, as fast as lightning and thunder.

"Whew~~~." The brown bear was stabbed in the heart, opened its mouth and roared, and gradually the brilliance in its eyes gradually dissipated.

"Congratulations, Earl, I asked the soldier to skin the bear and make you a mat." The Slavic nobleman who handed the sword walked up to the man, helped him up, and said.

"Whatever you want, that bear heart belongs to you." It was the Count of the Radarians who killed the brown bear, and he stepped on the brown bear, drew his blood-stained dagger and handed it to the Slavic nobleman, and said to him.

"Thank you, Lord Earl, and oh yes, His Majesty's messenger rode day and night to deliver a message to us." At this time, the Slavic nobles and the Count of Radarri walked side by side to the camp stationed by the river, and addressed the Count.

"Got it, I've caught up with them as fast as I can." Count Radar said with a frown.

"No, he seems to have brought some other message." The Slavic nobleman said to the count.

"What?"

"His Majesty asks that you immediately take your people and march north to protect our northern flank." The messenger conveyed to the Count of Radar.

"Northern, damn it, I heard you right." At this time, the Count of Radar had already put on his scale armor, and he asked in surprise.

"I heard you right, Lord Count." The messenger departed, his mission accomplished.

"Lord Earl, is there a nobleman who is jealous of our military exploits?" The nobleman of the Count of Radar said disdainfully.

"Not really, I see, the king is afraid that the Mecklenburgs will raid us from the north." Count Radar narrowed his eyes and said.

"Mecklenburgers, I have heard many people say that this tribe that has risen up on the shores of the Baltic has been in the limelight lately, and that His Majesty has suffered at their hands." The Slavic nobleman suddenly realized.