"Toot ~~~." Six attendants with flags and horns, lined up on either side of the steps of the main tower, raised their horns and sounded the trumpet of welcome, and the courtiers and servants in the castle pointed curiously, which was the posture of the distinguished guests coming to Mecklenburg.

"Arold, my friend." The young man strode up to the tower, calling Arrod's name, which caused the courtiers and servants around him to gasp. You must know that although Arold doesn't care much about aristocratic etiquette, this is the territory of Arold in Mecklenburg, and he is so rude to call the supreme ruler Arold by his name.

"We are honored to welcome you to Mecklenburg." To everyone's surprise, Arold, dressed in full costume, walked up to the steps and bowed to the young man.

"I was supposed to go to Marienburg to inspect the commercial port, and I remember that it was not far from your territory, so I came to you with a few friends, and you wouldn't be unwelcome, would you?" The young man approached Arold and reached out to pat Arold on the shoulder.

"There, you are always welcome in my territory." Arold straightened up, said with a smile on his face, and then pointed to Princess Josie beside him and said, "This is my wife, the sister of Duke Mason, the princess of the Duchy of Mason, Josie. Morality. Herman. ”

"Hello beautiful princess, please forgive me for taking the liberty of visiting your castle, but I have brought you a gift, please smile." The young man pressed his right hand gracefully to his chest, his left foot slightly half a step forward, and his chin down.

"Your Highness the Princess." The young man's friend, holding an otter fur in both hands, walked up to Princess Josie and offered it.

"Thank you." Princess Josie immediately accepted the gift and saluted with a smile.

"My people, let us welcome, ruler of the great kingdom of East Francia. Guardian of the Germanic peoples, prince of His Majesty King Henry, His Royal Highness Prince Otto. Arold took the opportunity to loudly announce the noble identity of the visitor to the people around him, and when he heard Arold say that the guest was His Royal Highness Prince Otto, the people immediately boiled. What an honor it was to have a prince's personal visit.

"Oh my God, it's the king's son."

"That's right, it's still the first heir." There was a great deal of interest in the guest, and the merchant who had a little bit of information proudly told the others about the identity of Prince Otto, and when they heard that the prince might be the next king, the people became even more excited.

"Your Royal Highness, I really didn't expect you to come, please forgive me for my hasty preparations. But a welcome banquet is indispensable. Arold led Prince Otto into the main tower, where long wooden tables and seats had been arranged, and in the corridors of the second floor bards and musicians were seated, and as soon as Prince Otto entered, melodious music sounded.

"Oh, that's good." Prince Otto's eyes lit up, it was the first time he had been treated like this, and at this time the East Frankish kingdom had not yet completely got rid of tribal habits, and dynastic etiquette had not yet been established. And Arold, after all, carries the soul of the Oriental, and likes order and rituals are almost buried deep in the bones.

"Hmm." Arold raised his eyes as he walked. Looking at Webster in the second layer of bards, this set of etiquette was originally intended to entertain the vassals three months later, but he did not expect to be greeted by Prince Otto in advance.

"Smack." When Arold led Prince Otto to the guest seat, before they could sit down, they heard a few crisp applause, and Prince Otto and the others felt inexplicable.

"Woo~~." A flutist stood up. He blew the flute from the second floor to calm the banquet hall, and a young man with blond hair and white fine linen stood on a stool, he cleared his throat and began to sing poetry. The voice was as beautiful as heaven, and he sang:

"Beautiful larks love to perch on delicate foliage,

They sang happily on the branches and leaves, and their singing soared into the sky.

If you are unfortunate enough to fall into the thorn bushes, you can only mourn and mourn, so ah~~~

We should choose good friends, as well as reliable partners,

It's like a branch that shelters you from the wind and rain.

If you choose an unreliable friend,

Then it's like falling into thorns~~. ”

The young singer's crisp voice sang this song with the faint color of the East three times in a row, and his voice and beautiful lyrics echoed in the venue, and everyone listened with bated breath. At this time, singing existed only in religion, and the church was the best at using this method, not because the aristocracy was unwilling to use it, but because the illiteracy and education level of the nobles in the Middle Ages declined, which led to the control of culture falling into the hands of the church.

"It's wonderful." Prince Otto clapped his hands in admiration as the singer bowed and retreated.

"Ah, thank you for your appreciation, and give the singer ten German dollars." Arold said to the attendants beside him.

"Deutschland?" Prince Otto asked curiously.

"Oh, I'll show you when the banquet is over." Arold smiled and said to Prince Otto.

According to Germanic custom, the banquet at this time was to enter the stage of boisterousness, when everyone was eating, drinking, and frolicking, but Prince Otto noticed that this was not the case in Mecklenburg.

Arold's courtiers sat in two columns on the left and right, and there seemed to be a special arrangement on these sides, with the court minister in charge of internal affairs and the foreign minister sitting on the right side, and the chief on the left side being the military governor and the spy chief, behind whom the other courtiers were seated.

"It's too quiet, isn't it?" Prince Otto's companions muttered with some dissatisfaction, and the courtiers sat quietly on either side, and no one made a loud noise, which was completely different from other noble banquets.

"Hmm." Prince Otto reached out and stroked his chin and beard, and he felt the power of order in this silence, and it was the first time he had seen civilization at a nobleman's banquet.

"Your Royal Highness, can you start?" When Arold saw the courtiers sitting down, he inquired about Prince Otto.

"Oh, okay, let's start the feast." Prince Otto nodded at Arrode, feeling that he liked the order and control.

"Let's get started!" Arold proclaimed loudly, and the music began again, and the attendants and servants rushed in, placing food and wine in front of the guests.

"Wow." At the beginning of the banquet, the important Germanic noise finally began, and everyone relaxed at this time and began to eat and drink, and Arold did not dogmatically demand that the courtiers completely follow the Oriental banquet, after all, Germanic culture is fierce and noisy, and he does not want to completely eliminate this part.

"Enjoy the feast." Prince Otto also stood up, he raised his glass and said happily to everyone, and everyone also quickly stood up and toasted His Royal Highness, and the atmosphere of the banquet became more and more harmonious and cheerful. (To be continued.) )