The news of Bilis's death reached Mecklenburg at the end of midsummer, and Arold expressed his deep condolences at the court council, and agreed that the Teutonic Knights should come forward to build a mausoleum in Watergast, and the courtiers expressed their respect for Arrod's kindness, but in private no one knew what was going on, but no one could say that this was the emperor's new clothes in the open.

"The Earl looks like he's going to claim the title of duke." Brother Elvet said with a somewhat lonely expression, in the past, as a palace minister, he should have been the first person to get it, but now he only knew it with others, which made him hate Dylan even more. Matt.

"Which duke title?" Brother Elvet's servant asked curiously.

"Bilisi has no heirs of his own, his territory has been taken over by Lord Earl, and most of the land of Mecklenburg has fallen into the hands of Lord Earl, and it will be seen that a new Duchy of Mecklenburg is about to rise." Brother Elvet picked up a glass of wine, having recently become obsessed with Leila's zuò mead.

"The Duchy of Mecklenburg?"

"Principality of Mecklenburg, God forbid."

"Then Lord Gongxiang, isn't your power even greater?" The servant had a happy look on his face, Arold was the master of his master, so when Arold became a duke, Brother Elvet's power would also rise.

"Hmph, I won't give up my rights, how difficult it is to get to this point." Brother Elvet held the wine glass, and his gaze fell on his palace pendant on the desk, such power and wealth could never be lost.

"By the way, Lord Palace, Lord Earl said that a ceremony will be held tomorrow to reward the meritorious, and the servants are all speculating about who will receive the most reward." The servant looked at Brother Elvet with envy, as the head of the court, Brother Elvet would definitely receive the most generous reward. Everyone thinks so.

"Who is on the list of meritorious people?" Brother Elvet asked curiously.

"A friend of mine serves the Earl, and is a sommelier." The servant said to Brother Elvet.

"Oh? Sommelier. Brother Elvet's eyes lit up at the servant's point, and if he could have one of his own by Arrod's side at a time when his position was in jeopardy, the situation would be much more powerful for him.

"Yes."

"I'm interested in this friend of yours, so I'll go back to the tavern in town for a drink to-morrow night. Hope to see him there. Brother Elvet rolled his eyes and said to his servant.

As Brother Elvet's servant said, after the conquest of the lands of Watergast and the forced peace talks of the Grand Pomeranian chieftain, Arold had to reward those who had made meritorious contributions, and this was a time to test the credibility of the military merit system he had promulgated, and everyone was watching with anticipation.

"Soldiers who have made meritorious contributions in war must be rewarded in strict accordance with the military merit system." Arold wore his hair loose and wore a Germanic robe trimmed with sumptuous gold thread, and he sat on the throne of his lord with great majesty.

"Yes, Lord Count." Baron Ron, who was in charge of the Mecklenburg Legion, stepped out of the ranks of courtiers. He was dressed in a green Germanic aristocratic garb with a sharp sword hanging from his waist.

"No soldier's merits must be missed, and I will personally review it again after the review is completed." In his left hand was the Scepter of the Grand Chief of Pomerania, which had been ordered by Arold to be shown to everyone after the Pomeranian retreated.

"I will, Lord Count." Baron Ron hurriedly assured Arrod.

"Very well, we must not be stingy with the warriors who defend Mecklenburg." Arold admonished Baron Ron.

"Thank you for your generosity." The courtiers in the hall praised Arrod one after another, but they were waiting for a big show, and sure enough, Brother Elvet stepped out of the ranks of the courtiers. Bow to Arrod.

"Brother Elvett, my chief minister, the venerable Lord of the Palace. What's the matter with you? Arjod was slightly surprised, because there was a difference in the scene, Dylan, the Judge of the Territory. Matt's brow furrowed.

"Your Excellency Earl, you have conquered the entire realm of the heretics of Mecklenburg with unrivaled power, and have brought this land, which had been shrouded in darkness, back into the glory of the Lord. The merit of spreading the gospel of Christ in all directions, and bringing justice and law to the pagans of chaos, is enough to make you worthy of the title of Duke of Mecklenburg~~~. Brother Elvet bowed and straightened up, his arms outstretched, and he spoke loudly and passionately to the courtiers in the hall. The echo of his voice echoed throughout the halls of the lord.

"Long live the Duke of Mecklenburg."

"Long live the Duke of Mecklenburg." Suddenly, the courtiers in the hall raised their fists in response to Brother Elvet's words, and they were so excited that Arold had to wait until they had calmed down before speaking.

"How dare I covet the title of Duke because of my devotion to the Lord and the gift of the Lord, who have preached the gospel in Mecklenburg and received a glorious title of earl?" Although Arrod had memorized the manuscript in advance, when these words came out of his mouth, he still felt a slight fever.

"You fully deserve such a prestigious title, and we testify." In the hall gathered the noble squires from the three territories conquered by Arrod, who raised their arms and spoke loudly to Arrod.

"Long live the Duke of Mecklenburg." This was followed by three shouts by the nobles of Arrod's name and dukedom, a ritual performed according to Germanic custom, during which Arold's dukedom was recognized if no one interrupted him.

"Thank you for your recognition of me, so that I will defend the safety of the Church of Our Lady and the rights of the nobles with the sword in my hand, and the law and order will be maintained to ensure the safety and freedom of trade of the people." Arrold stood up and crossed his sword and scepter over his chest, as if by magic, Brother Elvet pulled out a duke's crown.

"Please receive this tiara." Brother Elvet smiled and walked up to Arrod with a few steps, placing the crown on top of Arrod's head and saying to Arold.

"Yes." Arold nodded at Brother Elvet, and then felt a weight on his head, and the duke's crown fell on his head. (To be continued......) R1292