In front of Arold there is a map of the Baltic Sea coast, this map is drawn by Harvey's intelligence network and the information provided by the Vikings who have been to the Baltic Sea coast territory, but in front of him is not a single map, in fact, there is another unfinished map on Arold's wooden table, this map is the enemy Duchy of Bavaria, but in this era of backward information, it is almost difficult to get a map of other countries, only by relying on a little bit of intelligence to fill in gradually, Even Arrod, who came from the future, could only draw a rough picture with his limited memory.

"Abominable Duke of Bavaria, if you destroy my family, I will let you perish." Arold clenched his fists, his eyes almost shot out of hatred, looking at the unfinished map, Arold knew that the Duke of Bavaria was an old duchy in the East Frankish Kingdom, far surpassing him in politics, economy, military and fame, and now wanting to make a move on this old duchy was tantamount to blocking the car.

"Patience, I need to be more patient." Arold rubbed his temples, in order to defeat a powerful principality, he needs to expand his land and population, and have a lot of wealth and weapons, which is why he began to concentrate on the territory of the Baltic Sea coast in the East, and he needs to be hard to strike iron, this sentence is useful in any era.

"Aggressive." At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the conference room of Arrod, which can be said to be the core area of Arold's Mecklenburg, which not only has an iron box with locks for storing all kinds of confidential documents, but also has six guards outside the door day and night, and it is also a place to convene courtiers to discuss during the war, so except for a limited number of people, it is not allowed to approach the idle people on weekdays.

"Who is it?" Arold asked aloud through the door.

"Lord Earl is me." Outside the door came the voice of Sir Ron, who sometimes had to inform Arrod as the Knight of the Inner House who guarded Arrod.

"Come in." Arold casually put the map away. It was placed in a dark compartment under a wooden table, and only then did Sir Ron come in.

"Lord Earl, Julian is here." Sir Ron strode in, and he reported to Arrode.

"Is Julian here? Let him in. Arjord knew that Julian was Miss Josephine's half-brother, and although Julian was an unrecognized illegitimate child, Josephine had always protected him. Julian must have just learned of his sister's death.

"Yes, Lord Count."

Soon, footsteps sounded from the hallway, and Arold sat behind the wooden table to see Julian in a fur cloak and a leather armor with iron plates appearing at the doorway, his face with the tiredness of travel, and a pair of gloves that had just been removed in his right hand, and Julian's eyes were slightly red when he saw Arryd.

"Lord Count." Julian's voice was a little choked, and he walked a few steps in front of Arrod. Kneel down on one knee and salute Arrod.

"Get up, Julian, sit down first, and Sir Ron will have the attendants get some hot wine to warm Julian." Arjod walked up to Julian from behind the wooden table, helped him up with both hands, and commanded Sir Ron.

"Yes, Lord Earl."

"As soon as I heard about my sister, I rushed here, but I didn't expect to see her for the last time." Julian sat in a wooden chair, his expression a little haggard, and his chin much thinner. However, the buckle of his cloak was embellished with some silver ornaments, and it seemed that life in Willle was not bad.

"Don't be sad. She was not in pain when she left. At this time, the valet brought a plate with two cups of steaming mead, and Arold picked up the wine and handed it to Julian, and the two took a sip of the hot mead, and immediately felt their bodies warm.

"Damn Count Lauzitz. May his soul suffer in the depths of hell. Julian spat the ground, gritting his teeth.

"Count Lauzitz has been duly punished, but the real murderer behind him is the Duke of Bavaria." Arold placed the empty glass on the wooden table, leaned against the wooden table with his arms folded, and said to Julian.

"Duke of Bavaria?" Julian was taken aback by Arrod's words, although he was the illegitimate son of a nobleman. But he also lived in a noble family for many years, and of course he knew the name of this lord, which was a great nobleman on a par with Henry the Bird Catcher, not to mention that the Duchy of Bavaria was a powerful country in the Kingdom of East Francia.

"That's right, Count Lautz has already admitted it." Arold looked at Julian's shocked face, sure enough, the name of the Duke of Bavaria was not ordinarily loud, and almost no one had the idea of opposing his authority, but Arold had his own opinions.

"What do you need me to do?" Julian looked at the calm Arrod, he knew that Arrod would not just forget it even if he was the Duke of Bavaria, and the hatred of killing Baron Wendell and the Baroness would not be extinguished lightly, not to mention the hatred of his sister who died indirectly at the hands of the Duke.

"I'm going to concentrate on passing through the lands of the Eastern Slavs, and tell me how Wellle is doing?" Arold then pulled out a map of the Baltic coast from under the wooden table, which already marked the castle and land of Willer.

"The situation is not optimistic, Kang Tuoyi united the original West Slavs, and now his forces are gradually increasing, Lady Marty is struggling to defend the border alone, and this time I also hope that Lord Earl you can help." Julian said to Arold that because of the conversion, many Slavs in Wille County had left to join Contope, and that the manpower available to Lady Marty was shrinking, and there was a lack of weapons and food, which were all real problems.

"I will support you with food and weapons, you go back and tell Lady Sùmarti to strengthen the castle's defenses, and when spring comes, I will lead the army to help her defend against Kang Tuoyi's attack." Arold touched his chin, he stared at Willer on the map, if he wanted to conquer the Baltic Sea coastal land, Willer as a bridgehead or stronghold must not be lost, this is a springboard extending to Prussia, thinking of that Prussian Araud couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"Great, with your support, I believe that Ms. Marty will be more confident, and now that the faith of the people of Wille is beginning to waver, it is really a headache." Julian listened to Arrod's words, and the stone in his heart finally let go, because of the strict threat of Kang Tuoyi, even the generals in Madame Marty's court began to shake their confidence, and they privately complained that Madam Marty had hastily thrown herself into the Catholic camp, abandoned the traditions of her ancestors, and did not get support from the Catholic camp.

"Oh?" When Arold listened to Julian's words, he suddenly had an idea, and this was a good opportunity to test the ability of the Roman priest.

When night fell, Arold held a dinner party in his castle, which was regarded as a welcome for Julian from afar, although Julian was the envoy he sent to Marty's court, but now Julian was considered to represent Arold's allies in the Baltic, not to mention that Julian was accompanied by Madame Marty's courtiers, Arold had to give each other a sufficient face.

"Father Paul, Lady Marty is the ruler of Willle, she has abandoned her heretical faith and thrown herself into the arms of the Lord, but now her realm is coveted by the infidels, and the faith of the people is shaken." In the middle of the feast, Arold held his glass and said to Father Paul, who was sitting on his left.

"Oh, the Lord will bless his people, but it is inevitable that the people who have just thrown themselves into the arms of the Lord have not been tested, and it is inevitable that they will be shaken." Father Paul folded his hands and said reverently to Arold.

"Yes, yes, but Wille is an important ally of ours, so I hope that the priest will go there and strengthen the faith of the people with your pious faith, and bless them from the infidels, and I wonder if you will go and save the poor lambs?" Arold stretched out his finger and crossed his forehead, and said in a compassionate tone.

"Of course, as long as the Lord needs it, I will go." Father Paul agreed without saying a word, he was even a little anxious, and Arold nodded his head in agreement, but showed an imperceptible smile under the cover of his drinking. (To be continued......)