The sound of horses' hooves on the cobblestone road made a crisp sound, the royal envoy looked at the path paved with cobblestones in the river to Mecklenburg Castle, the road was lined with some burned villages, as if silently telling the tragedy of the recent war, but not the depression after the war that the royal envoy had seen, many people were busy rebuilding houses on this burned home to clean up the debris, in a diary of a later royal envoy wrote, these Mecklenburgers after the war, Instead of being depressed, they rebuilt their homes in an organized way under the leadership of the elders, and through the smiles on their faces and their cheerful movements, I seemed to see their satisfaction and hope for their rulers.

"The castle has arrived, my lord." The guard pointed ahead, and the royal envoy only then withdrew his gaze, and he followed the guard's finger to see Mecklenburg Castle towering on the hill, with a black lion heraldic flag fluttering above the pointed tower, and the royal envoy took a deep breath and kicked the horse with his heel, he was finally going to meet the mysterious Count of Mecklenburg, Arold.

"Drive it~~~." When the royal envoy and his escort reached the halfway point of the hill, several knights galloped out of the castle, their robes were embroidered with crosses, looking like knights who had sworn allegiance to the church, and the knights also saw the Imperial Eagle banner representing the royal family in the hands of the royal envoy and the guard, and hurriedly restrangled their horses under their crotches to make way for a way.

"Thank you for your graceful sir." The royal envoy looked at the knight at the head, bowed his head to thank him, and chatted curiously to the other party. "Sir, are you a knight of the Count of Mecklenburg?"

"No, we are knights of the Friars of St. Jom, and we are returning to our diocese when the war is over." The knight at the head grasped the reins of the horse with his leather-gloved hands and politely addressed the royal envoy.

"Have a nice trip, Sir." The royal envoy nodded understandingly, it seems that Arold made these church knights serve him by rewarding the land, which can also be seen the hardships of Arold's early rule, because it is located on the border of the Slavic pagans, so few Germanic nobles will risk immigrating here, but when this victory spreads. I am afraid that the Germanic nobles will flock to his court in order to obtain a reward for Arrod's land. After all, the aristocracy is the foundation of the country's rule, and only the nobility can afford the high cost of weapons and horses.

The royal envoy bid farewell to the knights of the Order of St. Jom and continued towards the castle when he revealed his identity and mission. The castle's guards put their group into the city. And some soldiers ran into the tower to report to Arold that the royal messenger was coming. During this time, the royal envoy waited politely outside the tower, looking at the historic castle, with its thick stone walls and towers of arrows. It is no wonder that the chief of Rostock was unable to take the castle, but what made the royal envoys more concerned was the discipline of the soldiers guarding the castle, including Germans, Swiss, and even Slavs, but when they were in a squad, they obeyed the orders of the captain who wore a ribbon embroidered with a five-pointed star.

"Lord Count, please enter." At this moment, a small attendant came out of the tower, he measured his body, and made a gesture to the royal envoy to enter, and the messenger got off his horse, straightened his long coat and top, tightened the wide blue belt around his waist, straightened his round cake and turban, and strode into the tower.

"An envoy of the Holy Roman Emperor has come to meet with the Count of Mecklenburg." In the hall of the lord sounded the young and bright voice of the little attendant, the buzz in the hall suddenly sounded, several courtiers standing on both sides of the hall looked at the envoy with their eyes, behind the envoy was a guard holding a royal flag, the royal envoy walked into the hall and raised his head to see Arold sitting on the throne of the lord, he was surprised by the youth of this earl, the young ruler he had not never seen, but with the shadow of his father and the ruler who expanded the territory was completely different.

"Welcome to your royal envoy, your arrival from afar has made my castle shine." Arold politely said to the royal envoy, his attitude is neither humble nor arrogant, after all, he is not a vassal of the royal family now, and the county of Mecklenburg under his rule is considered an independent small kingdom at this time.

"Thank you for your reception, brave and wise ruler, nemesis of the Slavs, skilful wiper of ancient Roman knowledge, worthy count of Mecklenburg." The royal envoy bent down and gushed flattery at Arrod, who knew how to please the ruler as an envoy and diplomat, but Arold only smiled and listened, not taking it seriously.

"Thank you for your compliment, and please tell me what you mean, Your Excellency the Messenger, you have also seen that my realm has just been invaded by the Slavs, and there is a lot of work for me to arrange, so we don't have much time to listen to the glories that do not belong to me, and I believe you can talk about it for a day." Arod sat on the throne of the lord, he crossed his legs, stretched out his right hand and waved at the royal envoy, he knew that the royal envoy would not come all the way to flatter him.

"Ahem, Lord Count is really a nobleman who strictly adheres to the simple traditions of Germany, in fact, this time I am asking Lord Count for reinforcements on behalf of the royal family." The royal envoy coughed lightly in embarrassment, but the envoy, who was well versed in diplomacy, quickly adjusted his attitude and told Arold about his mission.

"Reinforcements? It's really strange that His Majesty the Emperor is leading more than 10,000 troops to attack the fortress Blaneybel at this time, how can a small border county like ours be helpful to His Majesty the Emperor? Arold looked at the royal envoy in front of him curiously, if it weren't for the flag behind him, Arold really thought he was a liar.

"Yes, but the fortress Blannibel is so strong that it will not be able to be taken for a long time, and the wise Crown Prince Otto has said that only Lord Arold can help us conquer the fortress." The royal envoy sighed and said, the fortress has not been able to be attacked for a long time, and the dukes have been clamoring in front of the emperor to lead the troops back to their territory, seeing that more than 10,000 people are about to disperse, and the stubborn bird catcher Henry is in a dilemma because he refuses to anoint the anointing ceremony, so he can't get help from the church.

"I see, Prince Otto's affection?" Arold's eyes narrowed, this prince is quite interesting, at the beginning of his capture of Mecklenburg County, he sent him a congratulatory gift to this prince, but he didn't expect that he actually had such a high status in his heart, which made Arold a little moved, but he was really powerless to experience the war just now.

"That's right, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince thinks that Lord Count Arrod is a big man who can make a difference, although we are ignorant and don't know where His Royal Highness Prince Ludao's faith comes from, but maybe it is God's guidance."

"Well, okay, but I don't have the troops to go on the expedition, but I can give five whirlwind cannons to His Royal Highness the Prince, so that it should be no problem to conquer the fortress, in order to repay His Royal Highness the Prince's closeness." (To be continued......)