"I swear allegiance to you, and promise that when you return from Arklen, I will go to Mecklenburg to serve you." The Earl of Lübeck had no choice but to say to Arrod.

Arold's record was so strong that he had fought almost every barbarian Viking in the north and the Slavs in the east, and he often had the upper hand, and for a complacent count he feared the risk of war burning his homeland.

"This is good news, Lord Earl." A satisfied smile hung on Arrod's face, and the other courtiers also congratulated that sheltering in a strong man was equivalent to an extra layer of security for the courtiers of the Earl of Lübeck.

"We should celebrate." The Count of Lübeck smiled reluctantly, and he commanded with his spirits.

"I'd love to attend your banquet, but it's not too early, and I'm heading to Arma." Arold refused the Count of Lübeck's invitation, and there was no need to delay the journey to Arak by passing through several domains.

"Ahem." Just as Arold was about to turn away, Catherine, the niece of the Earl of Lübeck, coughed dryly, reminding Arold not to forget her promise.

"Oh, Lord Earl, since you have sworn allegiance to me, let all the young men imprisoned in the dungeon go." As the feudal lord of the Earl of Lübeck, Arold also had absolute authority over judicial power.

"If you decide so, then I'll obey." Earl Lübeck's lips twitched a few times, but he still said obediently, from an independent monarch to someone else's courtier, this gap in vassalage made him a little uncomfortable.

"Lord Earl, do you need me to gather my soldiers and attack them at the border?" As Arold slowly drove away from Lübeckburg with his retinue and convoy, the military governor of the Count of Lübeck built the road like this.

"Now if anything happens to the Duke, the Mecklenburgers will surely think that we did it. Their army will invade my territory tomorrow morning. Count Lübeck said angrily to his military governor.

"I'm sorry, Lord Count." The military governor bowed his head and apologized to Count Lübeck.

"What's more, with this little manpower in the castle now, will it be the Duke's opponent? As long as they escape alone, our doom will be over. "Of course, the Count of Lübeck is not willing to give up his independent position, but there is nothing he can do, and sometimes there are some dirty things among the lords. But that is absolutely not allowed to be put on the table in private, once it is put on the table, then the justice that originally seemed hypocritical will fall on their heads.

"You're right, if you can't completely destroy the Duke and his men, if one escapes, they will file a complaint with the King's Court, and they can take revenge on us with honor." The military chief took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat that appeared on his forehead, obviously thinking of the Yan zhòng nature of the question.

While the Earl of Lübeck and his military governor were remorseful, Arold sat in the carriage and kept his Terminator by his side. And from time to time he looked back from the carriage window.

"What's the matter, Lord Duke?" Osveld rode his horse to the left of the carriage, and he asked curiously when he saw Arrod.

"Let's go quickly, let's leave Lübeck as much as we can." Arold ordered Ausvid, although he thought that even if the Earl of Lübeck repented, the Count did not have enough men to pose a threat to him, but it was better to leave as soon as possible.

"It's the Duke."

"Am I a little too anxious?" Arold looked at the woods speeding past on both sides, and he couldn't help but ask himself.

In the palace of Saxony, Henry the Bird Catcher sits on a bed. Sitting next to him was his heir, Prince Otto, who was relieved to see Henry's face flushing with ease. The East Francian kingdom still needs the support of the king in front of it, and the provocations of the dukes are secretly one after another, but they are only wrestling with each other in secret.

"Are you determined to join this man from a humble family as a duke?" Henry the Birdcatcher leaned on a soft cushion on his back, and he was now wearing neither a heavy crown nor a heavy and luxurious garment, but in the form of a sick old man.

"Qiuqiu~~~." Next to Henry's bedside. There was an iron cage with a beautiful canary chirping.

"Yes Father, I think we must add our men to the Imperial Council." Prince Otto said succinctly.

"I see what you mean, ahem, but don't worry. Before I die, I will definitely get the dukes to agree to you as my sole heir. Henry the Bird Catcher coughed twice and said to Prince Otto.

But what happens when you die? I will be left alone, how can I lead the dukes to solve the external problems of the Magyars? Prince Otto stood up excitedly, and at this time there were only the king and his son in the room, so Prince Otto rarely spoke of his inner ambitions.

"So it is important to unite the dukes so that the kingdom does not fall apart, do you think that you can defeat the Magyars on your own?" Henry shook his head, and he said to Prince Otto with a frown.

"I will unite the dukes, but I also need a loyal friend, and the Duke of Mecklenburg is stationed on the Baltic coast to keep the Slavs at bay for us, so that we can concentrate on solving internal problems first." Prince Otto told the king about his plan.

"Well, that's a good idea, too." Henry thought about it carefully, and it seemed that his son was not just by virtue of blood.

"Rest well." Prince Otto took Henry's right hand and kissed the king's ring, and when he saw the look of exhaustion on Henry's face, he duly withdrew.

"Your Royal Highness, there is a letter." When Prince Otto left the king's bedroom, Billon, a friend of the Germanic nobleman Prince Otto, was waiting outside, and Billon was standing between the columns in the corridor, with his back to the doorway looking at the view of the courtyard.

"What is it?" Prince Otto took a stack of letters tied together with small linen ropes, which seemed to be a collection of letters, and most nobles would normally call the monks when they wanted to read them, for most nobles were illiterate, but Prince Otto was a learned man.

"What are you talking about?" Billon followed Prince Otto down the cloister, and he asked Prince Otto curiously.

"It's a petition letter of complaint from the bishops." Prince Otto pulled out a letter, broke the stamped wax, opened the letter and looked at Billon.

"The bishops' letter of complaint?" Billund, a young and energetic Germanic nobleman, shrugged his shoulders, what would the fat bishops have to complain about?

"That's right, the bishops complained about the constant appropriation of the land and property of the Church by the dukes, and they asked the royal family to put an end to this offense against God." Prince Otto paused, his brow furrowed.

"God forbid, can't the dukes stop for a moment?" Billund made a cross devoutly, because the people would donate their land and property to the church because of their devotion to Christ, but sometimes these estates would intersect with the dukes' estates, and such disputes would arise.

"The dukes will not give up the land they have acquired." Prince Otto knew that land was the foundation of a qiē, and the dukes also understood this truth, and that land could grow food for soldiers and many crops for economic benefits, and agriculture was the lifeblood of the economy in the Middle Ages.

"Will you stop this?" Billon put his hand on his belt as he looked at Prince Otto and asked.

"I will reply to the bishops one by one to express my firm stand on the side of the Church." Prince Otto's eyes rolled, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"And then?" Billon looked at Prince Otto in confusion.

"And then? And then nothing will be done. Prince Otto clapped the thick letter on his palm and strode through the cloister. (To be continued......)