Brother Elvet immediately sent an emissary on the fastest horse to the diocese of the Friars of St. Jom to ask for support from the elders of the diocese of the Friars of St. Jom, although Arold gave land and financial support to the local church after the conquest of Mecklenburg, but secretly alienated these monks, at least on a military level, and reduced his dependence on the monastic order, because Arold's reaction to the vigilance of the powerful religious forces in later generations can be said to be an advantage and a disadvantage for the traverser.

"Elder, Mecklenburg has sent an emissary to us for support." The monks of St. Jom built a monastery in Mecklenburg, the monastery was protected by a low wall, in which grapes and many crops were grown, and the monks believed that work could increase communication with God and find inner peace, and some wise monks also planted many flowers and raised bees, but the beekeeping techniques were not the monks' own.

"I already know." The elder of the Order of St. Jom wore a broad-brimmed straw hat, and he bent over a cluster of purple flowers with a pair of scissors in his hand, and beside the bushes lay countless bees hurrying in and out.

"So what about your Elder, are you going to send the Knights of the Ring?"

"Do you think the Count of Mecklenburg was a devout believer?" The elder raised his head and didn't answer directly, he asked the monk beside him.

"The Count of Mecklenburg drove out the heretics and gave us land and money to build a monastery, so he seems to be a devout believer."

"The Lord never looks at the devotion of believers in terms of materialism, oh Leila, what do you think?" Elder Friar St. Jom turned to Leila, who was busy at the beehives, the same one who helped the monks build beehives by sweetening Mecklenburg, who preferred to be self-sufficient rather than buy honey from cunning merchants.

"I'm just an insignificant child, how can I be involved in such an important conversation?" Leila looked up and smiled at the elder. She rolled up her cuffs to reveal her strong forearms, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

"You're very clever Lyra, I've had a hard time running a monastery of a hundred people, but you're playing with this countless amount of honey like your own child." The elders of the Friars of St. John said with a laugh.

"Humans and bees are two different things, but when bees sense danger, they will attack intruders together, because they know that there is only one hive." Leila straightened up and sucked her honey-stained fingers. The bees of this season will bring enough honey to the hive, and in this era seldom cane sugar can come to this remote region from the Middle East to the Mediterranean, so the sweetness of the people, mainly the aristocracy, depends mainly on honey, which can be said to be a precious material in Europa.

"Yes, the human mind is much more complex." The elder said thoughtfully, contemplating so deeply that he didn't even know how to cut off a flower.

"Elder." Brother St. Jom hurriedly reminded him.

"Although we cannot be sure of the piety of the Count of Mecklenburg, we should unite in the face of the infidels to resist like bees, and of course to thank the Count of Mecklenburg for letting his lovely beekeepers bring sweetness to our abbey." Said the elders of the Friars of St. Jom.

Fifty religious knights set out from the Order of St. John to follow the messenger to Mecklenburg. They were to support Mecklenburg against the invasion of the Pomeranians, who, though swaggering, were unexpectedly determined in their aim, and in order to keep their noisy people in this goal, the Grand Chief of Pomerania constantly described to those around him the prosperity of Mecklenburg, even if it was nothing more than hearsay and imagination, but it was enough to arouse the enthusiasm of the Pomeranians who lived in remote and savage areas.

"This is the Pomerani army?" Miss Shirley stood in the hallway of the main tower, looking out of the castle through the window. What used to be a large pastoral area under development was now occupied by a group of Pomeranians, dressed in tatters but densely packed with no edge. They had no qualms about destroying what they could find, and while those in the towns and villages outside the castle had fled to the countryside to escape the fighting or to the fortified Mecklenburg, the homes that remained outside the castle had been destroyed.

"The walls of Mecklenburg are strong enough to withstand these infidels." Sean's voice rang out beside Miss Shirley, ever since Arjod ordered him to spy on Miss Shirley. Sean stayed with Miss Shirley every step of the way, and even Arrod almost forgot about his own squire.

"Why are you still in the castle, shouldn't you personally give it to Arrod to ask for merit when my potion is finished?" Miss Shirley moved away from the window, and she walked down the hallway and whispered to Sean.

"My mission is to spy on you, I don't care about anything else." Sean shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He pressed his hand to the hilt of his sword at his waist and casually followed Miss Shirley, while the servants in the main tower were terrified by the sight of the large number of Pomeranians outside the castle, scurrying around like headless flies, and Miss Shirley was besieged as a matter of course, and she and Sean walked leisurely among the panicked people.

"All of them ~~~." Outside the castle, the Pomeranian drums sounded, as if they were preparing to attack the castle, the civilians in the castle let out frightened noises and fled in all directions, the guards of Mecklenburg sounded the alarm bell, and all kinds of noisy sounds were mixed together, Miss Shirley seemed to think of something and hurriedly walked towards Princess Josie's room.

"Miss Shirley, where are you going?" Sean saw Miss Shirley running quickly and hurriedly followed, he asked as he ran.

"Sean went to my pharmacy to get some mint and calming potions, the second to the left on the third floor of the cabinet on the left, I'm worried about Her Royal Highness Princess Josie." Miss Shirley said to Sean that the burden of such a tense situation had fallen on a weak woman, and Miss Shirley was full of worries about Princess Josie.

"Okay." Sean looked at Miss Shirley's anxious face, he was familiar with the look of this anxious face, and it was Miss Shirley's meticulous care that allowed him to survive the high fever when he was injured and tormented.

"Smack~~~." Miss Shirley pushed open the door of Princess Josie's room, and saw a group of maids lying around the bed, who was pale and sweaty on her forehead, and groaned in pain whenever the Pomeranian drums sounded outside the castle.

"What's wrong?" Miss Shirley asked.

"I don't know, the cacophony of the heretics outside the castle is like a curse of the devil, and Her Royal Highness the princess is in agony when she hears the evil drum." The frightened pale maids spoke incoherently, everyone knew that Princess Josie was pregnant with the first son of Arrod, Earl of Mecklenburg, and if something happened, they could not guarantee their lives.

"It's not a curse, it's the pressure that makes her too nervous, Your Royal Highness Princess, please exhale softly, yes, even breathe, you will suffocate the baby in your belly." Miss Shirley took Princess Josie's hand and said in a soft voice.

"I brought the potion." Sean quickly brought the potion to Miss Shirley, who took the potion and sniffed it under Princess Josie's nose, the cool smell of mint made her feel better.

"Well, I hear the Pomeranian drums, there are a lot of them." Princess Josie lay on the soft pillows that the maids had raised for her, and she had just recovered her strength to worry about the rude Pomeranians outside the castle.

"Don't worry, the men will defend the castle, you can't move around now that you're pregnant." Miss Shirley was relieved to see that Princess Josie was gradually calming down, she stood up and instructed Princess Josie, just at this moment there was a shout of killing outside the castle, it sounded as if the Pomeranians were attacking the city walls, the maids in the room were all pale, they did not know when the infidels would invade the city, and the walls that usually felt thick felt as thin as paper at this time, and many people had begun to draw crosses and pray to the ethereal gods.

"Perhaps Her Highness the Princess should go to the prayer room and pray, may the Lord deliver us from this catastrophe." Princess Josie's personal maid said to Princess Josie.

"No, she can't go there now that she's pregnant, she has to lie down in bed and rest quietly." Miss Shirley immediately objected, and she placed her hand on Princess Josie's belly and felt the rhythm of the fetus not quite irregular, which made her more assertive.

"You know what? You are but a cursed heretic, no different from the heathen who attack us outside, we are the lambs of the blessed God, and I have long had enough of your witch's tricks, and you should rejoice in the protection of the Earl, for you will be burned in the Duchy of Mason. Fear made the maid angry, and she clenched her fists and cursed at Miss Shirley.

"Shut up, huhu, Miss Shirley is my husband's courtier, and she just helped me." Princess Josie struggled to support her body, and she scolded her personal maid.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come." Listening to the scolding of the maid beside Princess Josie, although Miss Shirley understood that it was caused by fear, she still couldn't help but feel tears rolling in her eyes, she hurriedly saluted Princess Josie and turned around and walked out of the room, even if Princess Josie called her, she didn't stop. (To be continued......)