In the gloomy dungeon, the shaking rusty iron chain swayed slightly, and a torture officer wearing a black hood still put a roll of leather on the wooden table, and suddenly there was a crisp sound of metal colliding in the leather, which was particularly loud in the dark and silent dungeon, and a man's cry sounded from time to time.

"Whoa." The torturer opened the leather roll, and many sharp and delicate torture instruments were inserted inside, all of them hideous and terrifying, emitting this cold light.

"Oh no, oh no." The nobleman Mason, who was captured by the Brotherhood of Blood Drops, had his hands and feet tied to a large round wooden wheel, and at the lower end of the wooden wheel was a filthy sink filled with muddy water.

"You're in luck, this is a tool forged by the metallurgical base, if it was forged by the town blacksmith shop before, tsk." The torturer looked at the nobleman Mason from his hooded eyes and said to him with a smile.

"Woo." Mason's aristocratic eyes were timid, his chest heaving violently, and his heart beating like a wild horse.

"Personally, though, I prefer the original one, because it's more blunt and can make criminals feel great pain." The torturer took out a small knife with a hook and made a gesture on the chest of the Mason noble, the cold metal attached to the chest, which could make the Mason nobleman feel the sting.

"You can't do this to me, I'm a nobleman, I'm a nobleman of Mason, I'm a guest of Princess Josie." The nobleman of Mason hurriedly shouted, hoping to attract the attention of others.

"No need to shout, this is the dungeon, the place where Lord Duke specializes in dealing with criminals, and it is also my workplace." The torturer said with a smile that he loved his job, torturing and bringing pain to the prisoners as much as he could.

"Smack~." Suddenly, the door of the dungeon opened, Harvey walked in slowly, and the executed Mason nobleman saw Harvey as if he had seen a savior. Because he knew that Harvey was Arold's courtier.

"Lord Harvey, Lord Harvey, please help me, even if you tell Her Royal Highness Princess Josie that I am here, they have caught the wrong person." The nobleman of Mason prayed to Harvey with a hope of one in ten thousand.

"Did you ask?" Harvey ignored the Mason nobles. Asked the torturer.

"Not yet, his will has not been drained." The torture officer hurriedly reported to Harvey.

"As soon as possible, the Duke is still waiting to ask the result!" Harvey glanced at the frightened Mason nobleman and said to the torturer with dissatisfaction.

"I'm sorry Lord Harvey, I'll let him speak." The torturer bowed his head and assured Harvey that he knew that Aaron was the ruler in the sun, but behind Arold, the ruler in the shadows of Mecklenburg. It's the Queen of Darkness.

"Hurry up and get to work, there's another bastard you haven't caught." Harvey turned to leave, and suddenly the terrible howl of the Mason nobles was heard behind him.

Arold sat behind the wooden table, his brow furrowed and did not say a word, the confession of the nobles of Mason was quickly pried open, and it turned out that almost all the nobles of Mason were involved, except for Baron Fred, but to a different degree. It was a conspiracy against Arold.

"What are they trying to do?" Arold angrily hammered the wooden table, making a loud ping-pong sound. The people in the hall held their breath and did not dare to speak.

"Quite simply, the nobles of Mason believe that Duke Mason's death was a murder, a planned murder." Harvey was silent for a moment, waiting for Arrod's anger to subside a little before he reported.

"This is indeed a murder, and the murderer I am sure is the Duke of Bavaria." Arold said.

"But. The nobles of Mason think that the murderer is you, Lord Duke of Mecklenburg, you. Harvey said to Arrod based on the information.

"What?" Arjod was surprised, but it was not unfounded to think that the Mason nobles were suspicious. But no matter how it is explained now, the Mason nobles probably will not listen.

"We have royal appointments, and Arold is the recognized regent." Count Yves shouted loudly, it is true that if it is the king's endorsement, then there is no reason for the nobles of Mason not to obey.

"It's a real headache." Arrod couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand, but the original ally became a potential hidden danger at this time.

"If only Her Royal Highness Princess Josie could stand on our side, as long as Princess Josie is willing to express in the Mason noble council that she will put power in the hands of Lord Duke, Lord Arrod's regency status will be beyond reproach." That's time, Dylan. Matt said to the crowd.

"Good idea, Princess Josie will definitely be on your side, right, Arrod." Earl Yves happily walked over and patted Dylan. Matt's bulging back, which makes Dylan. Matt let out a painful ** sound.

"Let's do it!" Arold nodded, feeling that his wife, Princess Josie, would definitely defend him, so he stood up and declared the meeting over.

When everyone walked out of the chamber, only the Jew Soros remained, which was deliberately left by Arold because there was an important matter, and Arold needed Soros, a Hebrew, to help him with it.

"Soros, how is the operation of the loan house?" Arold said to Soros, who was already dressed as a Germanic in front of him.

"Honorable Duke, the loan office is running well, many nobles and merchants are willing to lend money from us, and we are ready to expand our business in the next step." Soros said after bowing to Arold.

"Well, very good, the loan house must develop a strict management system, which you Hebrews are the best at, so you don't need me to intervene, but you also have to pay attention to the image, if there are indeed people who can't repay the debt, they should be appropriately slowed down after screening, or the amount of their repayment in installments." Arold told Soros that the Jews are the best people in financial operations from ancient times to the present, but it is precisely because they are too greedy that they lead to the hatred and jealousy of other peoples, and have laid the foundation for several catastrophes.

"Installments?" It was the first time Soros had heard of it, and he looked at the Duke of Mecklenburg in front of him in surprise, but he didn't expect Arold to be a financial master.

"That's right, pay in monthly installments to spread the debtor's affordability, there is a saying in the Orient that you can't break the belly of a hen just to get an egg." Arold said to Soros.

"It's really incisive, I will do it, Lord Duke, but there is one more thing, after I think about it again, I think it is better to report back to you." Soros hesitated, but decided to speak out, although it was risky, but he felt that Arold was like a Jew in his bones.

"Say it."

"In fact, Brother Elvet's men have been looking for trouble with us." Soros said cautiously.

"Oh? What's going on? Arold asked.

"Because, according to canon law, the Church, in addition to receiving land donations from the nobility, also lends money to the poor, which overlaps with our business, so some clergy are dissatisfied with spreading rumors around the loan house." Soros said.

"Brother Elvet? Canon law? Arold's brow furrowed.

At this time, there were generally two laws in the aristocratic territory, one was canon law and one was secular law, and in Mecklenburg because of Arrod's deliberate suppression, the degree of implementation of canon law was already very low, so secular law was more important, but with the addition of the immigrant population, immigrants who were originally accustomed to ecclesiastical law brought customs to Mecklenburg.

This is no longer something that can be forcibly suppressed, once it angers the people, it will cause unrest, and the cost of repression will be much higher, Arold decided to curb the competition between the church and the loan house at the source, because he knew that the church had become a powerful force through a large amount of land donations and the accumulation of funds, so it had to be curbed before it took shape.

"I see, Soros, you continue to expand the scale of the loan house, and at the same time pay attention to your good image, and you can't give the truth." Arold said to Soros.

"I will, Lord Duke." Soros believed that Arold would definitely have a way, and this peculiar nobleman convinced him.

Just a few days later, the streets of Mecklenburg were unwittingly filled with stories about the clergy in the Mecklenburg church, the rumor-mongers, the corrupt and depraved lives of the clergy, and the punishment of God one day. (To be continued......)