Arold returned to his fiefdom of the Duchy of Mecklenburg with the honour he had received in the Saxon royal family, and this time the political investment in Arold could be said to be handsomely rewarded, and his allegiance to the Saxon royal family meant that he would have a strong foreign aid.

And in order to win over the new duke, the king asked other tribes to move the people to the Duchy of Mecklenburg, in this era manpower is an extremely precious resource, not only to obtain rich tax resources, but also to effectively solve the problem of military resources for the expansion of military warfare.

"But, Lord Duke, will this request of the Saxon royal family be too difficult for us?" During the journey, Osvid said to Arold.

"It's an exchange, and we have to say yes." Arold touched his chin helplessly, and the Saxon royal family demanded that Arold must help the royal family submit to the Kingdom of Bohemia and ensure that the King of Bohemia became a vassal of the German Kingdom.

"The Bohemians had always befriended the Magyars, and it was impossible for them to submit to the Kingdom of Germany." Even Ausvid understood this, and the Magyars were like a great thorn in the throat of the rulers of Europa, and their windy ponies and fierce ways of fighting swept through all the nations that tried to resist them like a storm.

"Just cross the army to the border of the Bohemians, and in the face of real military pressure, they will know to whom they should submit." Arold said confidently.

"Well, after all, they're your losers." Osvid also laughed, after receiving the support of the royal family, Arold faced a sudden reduction in internal and external pressure, which allowed him to expand his strength calmly.

Just as the news of Arjord's becoming a duke in the new German kingdom spread far and wide, Duke Mason also learned of it at a banquet, and according to his attendants, the duke's expression was very complicated. Even large pieces of meat that have not been cut are put in the mouth.

"Why is the Duke absent-minded today?" After the banquet, the Count of Praun curiously asked the Count of Thuringia beside him that the banquet was held to consolidate the unity within the Duchy of Mason, and the lords and the duke had established a deep friendship with the duke through non-stop eating and drinking.

"It is inevitable that the former vassals have now become equal dukes, so it will inevitably be a little surprising." The Count of Thuringia smiled mysteriously, and he was actually surprised that Arold had actually succeeded in becoming the Duke of Mecklenburg. I can't help but regret it.

"Lord Duke?" When Duke Mason was the only one left in the messy lord's hall, the knight of the inner palace looked at the duke who was sitting on the lord's throne and asked repeatedly.

"Well, oh, are the grown-ups gone?" Duke Abel came back to his senses, he looked at the knight who had woken him up, and asked casually.

"Yes, Lord Duke, the banquet is over." The knight bowed back to the Duke of Able.

"Really? But no adult came to report it to me. Duke Abel said with some discouragement.

"Banquets are meant to be fun and relaxing, and the Duke doesn't need to mind the red tape." The knight hurriedly comforted Duke Abel and said.

"There's an adage I've been hearing a lot lately." Duke Abel said sadly.

"Oh? What is the motto My Duke? The knight asked curiously.

"The one who has fought for a long time is better than the one who has been born into a king." Duke Abel said with a sigh.

"Ugh. These are just clichéd aphorisms, and the Duke doesn't need to take them personally. Hearing that Arold had become a duke irritated Able's fragile heart, he thought he was the duke of the noble Herman family, but he was gradually lagging behind Arold in terms of prestige and strength, a man who was originally just his courtier.

"Isn't there a way to increase my prestige?" Suddenly Duke Abel stood up, and he spoke angrily and loudly, his voice echoing through the hall.

"My lord, this is a gradual process. Win the hearts of the vassals like now, and treat the nobles leniently. Generous alms teach you that your prestige will surely reach all over the world. The knight of the Inner House advised the restless Duke of Able, but it didn't seem to have much effect.

"Eating and drinking all day with this group of half-hearted vassals who despise me from the bottom of their hearts, it makes me feel disgusted, no, I am the patriarch of the Herman family. My bloodline is destined to do a great job. The Duke of Abel had a resolute look on his handsome face, and he longed to expand his territory like Arrode, and to be a guest of the royal family, not to be oblivious.

"What are you going to do?" The Knight of the Inner House looked at the excited Duke Abel in surprise, and he took a step back. He looked at the Duke as if he had been enchanted.

"I will lead the aspiring knights and warriors of the Principality of Mason against the infidels of the East, and will take from them the lands that belong to the Christians." Duke Abel said to his knight.

"Magyars, God, Christ." The knights of the Inner House smacked their tongues in shock, the Magyars were nightmarish beings among the countries of Europa at this time, and they were not at all something that a principality like them could provoke.

However, Duke Abel seemed to be fascinated by something, and he decided that he could only become a worthy Duke if he established military feats that surpassed Arrod's.

"What the hell is going on?" Duncan. Alfredra asked, the knight of the Inner Palace, who served Duke Abel.

"The Duke is bent on attacking the Magyars." The Knight of the Inner Mansion stood outside the conference hall and said helplessly to Duncan, the chief of court costumes.

"You're crazy, I'm not going to let me die in vain." The voice of the Count of Weimar could be heard from the chamber of rage.

"I am your duke, and you have sworn allegiance to me." Then the sound of Duke Abel roaring came out, and he shouted almost with all his might.

"Lord Duke, please calm down, it would be unwise for you to suddenly ask us to gather forces to challenge the Eastern Slavic tribes." The voice of the Count of Thuringia's persuasion was heard, but it angered the Duke of Abel even more.

"Ha, I knew you would object, do you think I don't know the little circle you formed? Really when I'm a fool? Maybe your master is here in Mecklenburg, not in Mason. ”

"Ah, he's crazy and can't communicate."

"Bang dang~~." The Count of Weimar angrily kicked the door open, and strode out of it, his face flushed as if he had just drunk, followed by the Counts of Thuringia and Plauen.

"Lord Duncan." When the Count of Thuringia came out, he saw the chief of court costumes and walked over.

"Lord Count." Seeing the Earl of Thuringia, the chief steward of Duncan hurriedly bowed and saluted.

"Lord Duncan, you are a close minister of the Duke, and I hope you can persuade the Duke." The Count of Thuringia rubbed the tip of his nose, then shook his head and left.

"What the hell is going on?" Duncan asked the Knight of the Inner House.

"This is what the Duke became when he heard the news that Lord Arold had been appointed Duke of Mecklenburg." The Knight of the Inner House replied.

"That's right." Duncan nodded thoughtfully, he already knew the news.

"Looks like the Duke is in a big blow." The Knight of the Inner House said to Duncan, the Governor.

"It doesn't matter, as long as the vassals don't support it, there is no way for the Duke to have enough troops to provoke the Eastern Slavic tribes." Duncan knew very well that the army directly under Duke Mason was no match for the East Slavic tribes at all.

Just when the nobles of the Duchy of Mason thought that the Duke would not be able to complete this plan at all, after a long time, the Duke of Able could only abandon this crazy plan and let Yiqiē get back on the normal track.

At sunset on the third day, the peace was broken by several envoys from the Duchy of Bavaria, who brought an invitation from the Duke of Bavaria to his castle and to facilitate the marriage that had been consummated.

"I see that without Lord Duncan, with the support of the Duke of Bavaria, I would have been able to defeat the Magyars, even without those disobedient vassals." Duke Abel said excitedly to his close retainer Duncan.

"But don't you think it's strange, Lord Duke? Why did the Duke of Bavaria invite you at this time? Duncan's brow furrowed, reminding Duke Able.

"I have heard that the Duke of Bavaria's march into Italy has been frustrated, and he must want to strengthen his strength by forming an alliance with us, and it just so happens that I will go to the Duke of Bavaria to discuss the attack on the lands of the East Slavs." Duke Abel thinks he's got a good deck of cards, and he can't wait to embark on his journey to the Duchy of Bavaria.

"Be careful with my Duke, the Duke of Bavaria does not have a good reputation, and there are rumors that his nickname is a bad person." Duncan reminded Duke Abel once again.

"It's just rumors, don't worry, I'll bring enough knights." Duke Abel said disapprerovingly, and at the same time he thought about it and felt that he should still accept Duncan's proposal.

Early the next morning, the Duke of Abel could not wait to go on the road with the envoys, and he led more than 20 knights of the Inner Mansion as escorts, and at the same time, the knights also took their two armed attendants, plus a team of more than 100 servants and baggage, and walked out of Masonburg in a majestic manner.

"He's crazy to make an alliance with that horrible old fox." The Count of Weimar stood at the window of the main tower, holding a wine glass in his hand, and looked at the Duke of Ebel, who had left the castle in high spirits, and said to the Count of Thuringia.

"I always had a bad premonition." The Count of Thuringia scratched his baldness, his brow furrowed, and he said worriedly. (To be continued......)