The royal envoy had already entered Altmark, a neighbor of Mecklenburg County, and received a banquet in the Earl's Castle in Altmark, but the next day he heard that the Slavic chieftain had invaded Mecklenburg County, which made the royal envoy hesitate a little, and he heard about the Slavs' aggressive momentum from Count Altmark, and more than a thousand Rostockites attacked Mecklenburg Castle, and even Count Altmark nervously ordered the knights to return to the territory and wait for orders, Therefore, the royal emissary stayed in the castle of the Count of Altmark, waiting for the next development of the situation.

About a month later, just as the royal envoy was preparing to return in vain, he heard a rumor that Arold had defeated the Rostock, and at first he did not believe this rumor, knowing that the Rostock had far outnumbered Arrod, and because Arold was not attached to the Duke of Mason, it was impossible to obtain reinforcements, which meant that Arold had to face the outnumbered Slavs alone.

"Arold is really victorious, my men caught some Slavic deserters at the border and got the right news from them." Sitting at the table, the Count of Altmark said to the royal envoy that to his left were his two children, a boy and a girl, the boy in a red velvet robe and the girl in a green velvet skirt trimmed with gold thread, and the two were playing with each other even at the table.

"Is this true?" The royal emissary was a nobleman of the Duchy of Saxony, about forty years of age, with a decent and elegant manner, and was familiar with the court etiquette of various countries.

"That's right." Count Altmark rubbed his nose, his mood was a little complicated, unlike the other nobles, he was a man who considered himself mediocre. The only hope is to replace his own territory for good, and he used to rack his brains to deal with the Slavs of the north. However, since Arold seized Mecklenburg, he became a bulwark against the Slavs in his place. But when he heard that the brutal chieftains of Rostock had been defeated by Arold, Count Altmark's heart could not help but feel uneasy about his powerful neighbor.

"Then it looks like I'm about to depart, Lord Earl, and thank you for your hospitality over the past few days." The royal emissary stood up, bowed to Count Altmark, and said that since the war in Mecklenburg was over, he had to fulfill the duty given to him by his monarch.

"May God bless you on a safe journey." The Count stretched out his fingers, sat down in his chair, lowered his head, and swiped lightly in the air.

The royal emissary, led by his two guards, galloped down the dirt path on horseback, and soon they reached the border of Altmark County. The borders of each county were checked, which were responsible for checking passers-by and collecting taxes from caravans and pedestrians, and the royal emissary and his bodyguards unfurled a royal heraldic banner that allowed nobles and those working for the royal family to pass through the checkpoints without any hindrance.

"It's getting dark, let's rest at the roadside inn, and we'll go to-morrow early to see Lord Count Arrode." The royal envoy looked up at the sky, and before he knew it, the sun had set, and a wooden inn next to the muddy path was doing business. They kicked their horses in their crotches and walked towards the inn, where they could sleep in the woods and have a warm fireplace to bake their damp cloaks. A sip of mulled wine is the best way to do it.

"Hahaha." When the messenger opened the door of the inn, the noise of the people inside and the heat of the fireplace greeted him.

"Ah, distinguished guests, come in, the night breeze outside makes people shiver." The innkeeper with a bulging belly let the messenger in. And led them to a seat behind a wooden pillar, when the messenger and two guards sat down. They asked for three portions of bread, apples, and three cups of mulled ale.

"Hey, little Robert, tell us about the battle you took part in against the Rostock. It is the section of the city wall that burns the Slavic siege towers into torches. At this moment, there was a cheer from the place where the peasants were seated, and everyone else turned their heads to look everywhere, even the royal envoy.

"Of course, if you can give me another drink." Little Robert's face was flushed with drunkenness, and it looked like he had gained a lot of wine from the battle he had experienced, but the people still listened to it endlessly.

"No problem, just say it, say it." Everyone said to him, and even the innkeeper stopped wiping his wooden cup and looked there.

"Okay." Little Robert was so encouraged by the crowd that he jumped on the wooden bench and looked at the crowd sitting below with their faces raised and waiting for him to tell the story, and he talked endlessly about the fierce battle that took place under the castle of Mecklenburg, and Robert Jr. was so eloquent that even the royal envoys could not help but listen attentively.

"Why would Lord Earl Arrod hand over the important defense of the walls to the peasants, it is evident that this bombastic fellow is only bragging." The guard who followed the royal envoy shook his head in disbelief, as a soldier, he knew very well the importance of the defense of the city wall, and it was impossible to hand it over to the layman farmers, if the people who captured the city wall and defended the city wall were not trained in military affairs, they were likely to collapse due to fierce fighting, so usually the people who defended the city wall were knights and other professional soldiers, unless it was absolutely necessary, they would not let the peasants get in the way.

"You don't understand this, they are not ordinary peasants, they are the armor guards of Lord Arcold." At this time, a traveling merchant at the table next to the royal envoy explained to the guard.

"Armor guards?" The royal envoy asked curiously.

"Well, on weekdays these peasants cultivate the land when they are busy, but when they are not working, they have to enter the castle for military training, and this is probably what it means to say that Lord Arold is really generous, tsk, let these people live in the castle for nothing, if I were to be willing to be a farmer in Mecklenburgshire." The Traveling Merchant took a sip of the ale and said with admiration and envy.

"Then Count Arrod is not afraid that these people will evade training after they have eaten enough?" The guard asked, still puzzled, he knew that the peasants were lazy and slippery.

"No, the armor guards must be people with families in Mecklenburg County, and one person in the family can get a copper money per month as a security soldier, but it can only be deposited with the earl, and it can only be issued at the end of each year. The traveling merchant chewed on the jerky and explained to the royal emissary.

"You know a lot." The royal envoy glanced at the traveling merchant meaningfully, but the other party seemed to know his identity and only smiled slightly, at this time the story of Robert Jr. was telling the story of Arold burning the siege tower with asphalt, everyone couldn't help but bang the table with wooden cups, let out a happy laugh, after more than a year of emigration, at this time the Germanic population of Mecklenburg County gradually increased, and the Slavs experienced a rebellion after the population was in decline, and after seeing Arold's cold side, they did not dare to openly kiss the side of the chief of Rostock.

"Ping~~." Suddenly a loud noise interrupted the cheers of the people, and from the night came several men with swords at their waists, two of them bent down into the inn, and the other two stood outside the inn with torches in their hands, and the people in the inn frowned and looked at the door, and the men with weapons had already put their hands on the handles of their weapons, although Mecklenburg was much more secure under Arrode's rule, but it was inevitable that there would be robbers who cut the paths, but when the men who kicked open the wooden door walked in, The people in the inn saw the wooden tags they wore on their chests.

"It's the Brotherhood of Blood Drops, three Blood Drops." The wooden plaque with three blood drops painted on it made people a little surprised, they knew that the number of blood drops represented the level of the blood drop brotherhood members, the more blood drops the more it represented their high level, and the ordinary blood drop brother only had one blood drop wooden card, and was usually responsible for the security activities in the town and countryside.

"How many adults, why do you want to come to the shop?" The innkeeper walked over in shock, rubbed his chubby hands, nodded and said to several members of the Brotherhood of Blooddrops, knowing that these people represented the authority of Count Arrod, and he could not be offended in the slightest.

"Don't worry, we're just looking for a spy." The members of the Brotherhood of Blood Drops reassured the others that the people in the inn were all looking at each other when they heard that there were spies here, and that the inn was a place for travelers to stay, and it was inevitable that there would be a mixture, which made people a little nervous.

The members of the Brotherhood of Blood Drops walked straight to the wooden table where the royal envoy was sitting, and the others hurriedly left the table, and the royal envoy's brow couldn't help but frown, could these people mistakenly think that they were spies? He had never heard of a country in which the Brotherhood of Blood had such an organization as a bandit ring.

"Bang~~." Just as the guards of the royal envoy were about to stand up, the traveling merchant beside them suddenly overturned the wooden table, pulled out the slender sword hidden in the wooden stick, and tried to cause chaos in the inn and escape, but the members of the Brotherhood of Blooddrop were well-trained to avoid the wooden table, and they drew their swords from their waists to surround the traveling merchant, sealing every direction of his actions, seeing that they could not break through the barrier of the Brotherhood of Blooddrops, the traveling merchant's forehead couldn't help but sweat, and his eyes glanced in the direction of the wooden window of the inn.

"Yikes." The Traveling Merchant took a step forward and stabbed his sword into the drop of blood to the left, and then rushed to the wooden window to get out of the way, when he heard a scream, and he fell down clutching his neck, only to see a long needle pierced in his neck.

"The guy who went to hell thought that he could get out of the city, and there were our people out there." The members of the Brotherhood of Blood Triumphant sheathed their swords, and one of them had an extra copper pipe in his hand, their special weapon, the blow arrow, which was smeared with the juice of a neurotoxin mushroom that could knock out their opponents in silence.

"Sorry to disturb you, but I wish you all continued wonderful evenings." The members of the Brotherhood of Blooddrops tied up the traveling merchant and told the crowd as they left the inn that the royal emissary stood by like the others, watching the men who represented Arrod's capture of the spies, and could not help but have a deeper understanding of Arrod's strength. (To be continued......)