Dressed in beast fur sewn clothes, Bilis did not look like a ruling lord, but like a bandit and bandit, this was Harvey's first impression when he saw him, it seemed that the battle with Contuoyi had made the lord who had fought on the battlefield with Arold look a lot haggard, and the group of rudely and sturdy Slavic nobles around Bilis were the mountain lords who ruled the mountains of Watergast, and their rule was far greater than that of the Great Emirate of Mecklenburg.

"Germans, why are you here?" Sitting on a chair hewn out of a single piece of rock, Bilis looked at the group of men from Mecklenburg in front of him, whose former enemies now appeared before him as saviors.

"For the common good of Watergast and Mecklenburg, Lord Billis." Harvey stepped forward and bowed to Billis.

"Who are you, and why should I believe you?" Of course, Billis didn't take Harvey's words lightly, and he carefully looked at Harvey in front of him.

"I am a courtier of Lord Count Mecklenburg, and I am Lord Earl's plenipotentiary representative, please rest assured that Lord Bilis." Harvey promised Billis.

"You can't trust these Germans, let me slaughter them."

"That's right, Billis, have you forgotten who got you into such a situation?"

"Thieves, robbers." Before Bilis could speak, the mountain lords around him jumped up and shouted loudly, and felt out their weapons, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Hahaha~~~." Suddenly, Harvey let out a loud laugh, and the laughter echoed through the cave, which puzzled the mountain lords, and they stopped what they were doing.

"What are you laughing at, are you mad from fear?" Billis got up from his stone chair, in a bad mood because of his constant failures. If Harvey couldn't explain the reason for laughing at him, I'm afraid he would be killed on the spot.

"I originally thought that Lord Bilis, who once dominated the Baltic coastal countries, was a hero, but now I can only be driven by boring love, and I can't see who your real friend is at this time." Harvey raised his head and said to Bilis, not at all afraid of the danger of imminent sword reinforcement around him, and this calm and calm demeanor surprised the mountain lords a little.

"You mean I'm the one who's crazy. Hmph, the guards locked these people up, and when I cleaned up Kang Tuoyi's mess, I will dispose of you. With a wave of his hand, Bilis asked the soldiers to escort Harvey and the others down, this disposition is quite puzzling, if you don't trust Harvey and the others to kill them directly, why should they be imprisoned.

"Lord Harvey, it seems that this Bilis is indeed a barbarian who cannot negotiate communication, and we will definitely do our best to help you escape." The Blooddrops whispered to Harvey as they were escorted down. Harvey was not only an important courtier in Arold's court, but also had a special relationship with Arold, and was an important figure for the Blood Drops to protect no matter what.

"Don't worry, if he wanted to turn his face, he would have done it a long time ago, don't act rashly." Harvey is extraordinarily calm, the person who knows you best is precisely his own enemy, as Billis's former opponent Arrod, knows very well this man who has the courage to abandon his most elite troops and flee alone. Definitely a person who will catch a qiē for his own survival, which means that in fact Harvey and the others are very safe.

Just when Harvey finally managed to make contact with Billis. Far away in Mecklenburg, Arold was constantly mobilizing all kinds of armaments and supplies, and he constantly sent tax officials from Mecklenburg to the towns and villages to collect supplies, because Mecklenburg implemented the household registration system at the earliest times, and in order to keep the population from being hidden, Arold skillfully combined this system with baptism, and it is known that all Christian children must go to the church to be baptized and blessed at birth. When the priest blesses the newborn, the registrar records the child's name.

In addition to this, the measurement and accounting of the land was recorded, which was a very tedious task presided over by the Elvettes monks when he was the court minister of Mecklenburg, but it was finally completed with the help of the Friars of St. Jom, of course, in order to avoid conflicts with the nobles and clergy. Arold had to promise not to touch the estates of the nobility and the property of the Church, but fortunately, Mecklenburg was currently less populous and had a lot of land, and even if it did not touch the nobility and clergy, there were enough materials to expropriate, and this was the result of Arold's last territorial reform.

In order to improve the production efficiency of the peasants, Arold started small-scale peasant economics in Mecklenburg, for example, except for one-third of the public land in a village, the rest of the land was equally distributed to other peasant families, and when collecting taxes, grain was levied according to the amount of land held.

"Lord Earl, if other adults knew about the practice of distributing the land to the peasants, I am afraid it would cause an uproar." When Arold presented his small-scale peasant economics to Brother Elvet, the monk was so frightened that his face was bloodless.

"Mecklenburg is my domain, my property, and even the king has no right to intervene." Arold slyly quoted the laws of the Middle Ages to defend his reform, saying that it was true that the aristocracy believed that aristocratic property should not be touched or interfered with, and that as long as it did not excessively violate socially and religiously accepted values, no one would generally care about such matters, and perhaps in the eyes of some Arold was nothing more than a ruined son who was ruining his property.

To Arode's surprise, the villages that were allocated land did not produce much more food than in previous years, which made Araud, who got this information, feel very puzzled, that is, after the Celestial Empire liberated the productive forces, food production immediately doubled several times, this is an instinctive reaction of human greed, the more you cultivate, the more you harvest, is it true that the peasants in the Middle Ages were a group of slackers who had to be driven away by the whip as the nobles said?

"Harlan, take a few squires to the countryside to see what's going on?" Arold immediately decided to send his cronies to investigate, and Harlan hurriedly saluted Arrod, took little Sean and Xia Zuo, turned around and went to the Earl's stables to lead a horse each, and then galloped out of Mecklenburg.

"Yves I've transferred a batch of armor from the smelting base, you pick twenty elite among the young men of the Teutonic Knights, and I'm going to the Teutonic Knights headquarters to award these armors to them, because whatever news Harvey has on his side, you may take them to the area where Contoyi and Biliss are at war, and stick a stubborn nail in Contoyi's back." Seeing that Harun had been sent out, Arold turned to his brother Eves and said, At this time, the size of the Teutonic Knights has been roughly determined, and after several eliminations, the number is finally determined at thirty-five, and these thirty-five Arold will hold a ceremony in the summer to confirm their honorary knighthood, as long as they make a few more meritorious deeds, they can take off the honor and become a real knight, of course, this is to be combined with Arold's military merit system.

"Do you want to be eliminated again?" Yves felt that Arold was too harsh, and the tears of the young men who had been eliminated at that time made his tenacious nerves, which had been soaked in iron and blood, a little embarrassed, that was the despair and grief of the loss of honor.

"Ah, yes, those are good young men, so let's not drive the young men who were eliminated in the second wave straight home, and form them into the Lord's Infantry Regiment to join the Mecklenburg Army as an infantry regiment." Arold felt that it would be a shame to abandon these trained young men, who were not up to the standard of the most elite Teutonic knights, but who were perfectly fine as heavy infantry.

"Is it still in the headquarters of the Teutonic Knights?" Yves asked.

"Let's be in the Teutonic Knights' headquarters for the time being." Arold touched his chin and beard, at this time Mecklenburg did not have a more glorious barracks than the headquarters of the Teutonic Knights, and placing it in the headquarters of the Teutonic Knights could deepen their sense of honor.

"By the way, do the Teutonic knights still use your family flag?" Ifs sat down on a wooden chair, stretched out his left hand and took a glass of wine, asking Arold as he sipped.

At this time, the two brothers of the Wendell family were sitting in the courtyard of Mecklenburg, which was originally just a pile of barren weeds, and Arold was only concentrating on war and government affairs and did not bother to take care of it, or Princess Josie ordered the servants and maids in the castle to gradually put the courtyard in order, and Miss Shirley sowed some herbs, and in the spring it exuded a faint floral fragrance that made people feel refreshed.

"No, I'm going to redesign a flag, a flag worthy of the Teutonic knights of honor." Arold also sat beside him, his nose filled with the scent of flowers, listening to the occasional birdsong, and tapping his fingers comfortably on the armrest of the wooden chair.

"What's the main color?" Yves asked with some curiosity.

"Black and white."

"Just two main colors?"

"That's right, the simplest patterns are the easiest to remember, whether they're friends or foes." Arold smiled, took the glass from the hand of the attendant who was serving beside him, he pursed his lips and took a sip of the mellow wine, a pattern drifting through his mind, a black iron cross, a white bottom, and a long flag fluttering in the wind over the entire Baltic coastal territory. (To be continued......)