Near the border of Mecklenburgshire, there is a cliff cliff, from which you can see the path in and out of the border, and on weekdays there are few people here except for woodcutters who cut down trees and peasant women who collect forest fungi, but today a few monks came to the cliff, and on the overhanging cliff stood a few monks dressed in gray monks' robes, with a ladder above their heads in the style of St. Peter, which looked particularly strange, and on the path under the cliff they were looking at, a group of men and horses were passing, In this procession were knights in chain mail and swords, attendants on horseback, and the most numerous were servants, a total of more than eighty people.

"Elder Bartlet, I don't understand why you are doing your best to help Arrod, you must know that only the Dharma King's Hall is the object of our true allegiance." Beside an old monk at the head, another monk frowned and asked, the knights of the Friars of St. Jom fought for Arrod, originally to fight against the infidels, but they clearly felt that Arold was hiding many things from them, including joining forces with the heathen Willer's Marty, which was the most irritating to the monks of the Monks' Order, how could the holy monks ally with the filthy infidels, this was not an insult to the Holy Religion, although the pagan woman announced her conversion to the Holy Religion, But her faith was doubted until she was tested.

"I know that only the Dharma King's Hall, which connects Heaven and Earth, is the object of our allegiance, but have you forgotten the shame of being banished to this desolate place?" Elder Bartlai turned his face, and there was no more peace on that face that a religious person should have. Instead, he looked angry, and his words silenced the monks of the Friars of St. Jome, who were originally deacons in the church of Rome in the holy city, Rome as the center of Europa is the most prosperous and wealthy city, and they enjoyed the respect and glory of the people, but because of their dissatisfaction with the corrupt and degenerate cardinals in the Hall of the French King, they jointly wrote a letter to the Pope to denounce it, but instead of overthrowing the cardinals, they were banished from the holy city to this desolate Baltic region, Left to its own devices in a region full of infidels. If it weren't for the protection of the religious knights who had always sworn allegiance to Elder Bartle. They must have been killed by the infidels, let alone preached, and they could only take refuge in the desolate forests and hills before Arold had attacked Mecklenburgshire. Live a beggar-like life.

"But this is the decision of the Royal Palace. We can only accept it. Even if Arold were to control the entire Baltic Sea, we would not be able to return to Rome. ”

"No, my brothers. God has not forsaken us. Suddenly, a look of excitement appeared on Elder Bartlet's face, and he looked at the procession that was marching under the cliff, where there was someone who gave him hope, so when Arold asked the monk to help him, he did not hesitate to agree.

Unbeknownst to him, Elder Bartlet was watching them, and he sat in the carriage and staggered down the muddy path, which was close to the border, and the cobblestone road had not yet been built here, so the carriage would inevitably shake violently as it approached here, and finally Arod, who could not bear it, ordered the groom to stop, and he opened the door and jumped out of the carriage.

"Lord Earl, has something happened?" The valet trotted over, and the whole team stopped, they had just set off from the territory, and it was not yet time to rest.

"Nothing, I just want to come down and walk around." Arold tidied up the clothes on his body, as a nobleman with a fief, Arold's current clothes are all purchased from the tailor shop in Wismar Town, in the later life, he may think that it is common to buy a few clothes, but in this era, it is very expensive to be able to buy a few colored and well-cut clothes, and only the wealthier nobles can afford the luxury, if the nobles can get the clothes given by others, it means that the other party values you very much.

"Yes, Lord Count." The personal attendant said no more, holding a short sword at his waist, and carefully followed behind Arrod, who picked up the end of the blue cloak behind him with his right hand, and he saw a familiar face in the procession.

"Isn't this Layla?" Arrod looked at the servants behind him who were carrying various items on their backs, and noticed that the cowardly Chodo and Leila were also among them, and the girl who liked to make honey was as popular as ever, so she stepped forward to greet her.

"Lord Count." Leila also saw Arold on foot, and with a happy look on her face, she waved at Arrod, but when Arold walked up to her, she looked shy again.

"How did you join the ranks of the servants?" Arold asked curiously, he remembered that Leila's name didn't seem to be on the list, Leila helped people in the Angry Lion Castle to bee and honey, it can be said that most of the sugar desserts in Mecklenburg Castle are inseparable from Leila's contribution, so she is loved by people wherever she is.

"That's right, the weather in Mecklenburg is too cold in winter, and the bees raised by Leila are very afraid of the cold, so I plan to go to the Duchy of Mason in the south to take refuge, and lo and behold, the car is full of bees I raised." Leila pointed to one of the baggage carts, covered with wooden boxes of coarse linen, the bees that were Mecklenburg's treasures.

"Well, I wouldn't be able to eat those desserts without these bees, Laila, you have to take good care of them." Arold looked at Leila's sweet smile, and his mood couldn't help but improve, just because there was nothing to do on the journey, there were knights in the inner palace to protect him, and he was taken care of by personal attendants and servants in his life, when the war with the Slavs was over, he found that he had nothing to do, and it was good to have a talking person in the boring journey.

"Yes, Layla has no other skills, and she is already happy to be able to take care of the bees." Lyra's blue eyes were full of smiles, and her once thin body had gradually grown plump because of her life in Mecklenburgshire, and Arrold remembered that when she first met Lyra, she kicked a stone into the water and splashed the water on her, the emaciated girl.

"By the way, Leila, I heard that you and your father are not from the Duchy of Mason, so where did you live before?" Arold naturally asked about Leila, he had heard Baron Wendell say that the cowards Chodo and Leila were foreigners, not native-born Masons, so he asked curiously.

"Well, I don't know, but when I was very young, I traveled with my father, and we used to go to many places, but they weren't very kind to us, and we didn't settle down until we were in Black Marsh Village." Leila said with a smile, but it seems that she has suffered a lot, and Arold can only silently bless this strong girl in her heart.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't have to have a bumpy journey in my territory." Arrod nodded and said to Lyra.

"Yes, the first time Leila saw the young master, oh no, Lord Earl, she knew that you were a good person, and she felt like Lailai's mother." Lyra's little face turned red with excitement, and she giggled at Arrode.

"Mother? God, I'm a man. Arrod listened to Leila's words and looked stunned, he had heard people compare him to a lion, a butcher, or something, but no one had ever compared him to a mother.

"I mean, in Lyla's memory, she was always dressed in beautiful clothes, with an elegant and beautiful face, but always with an indelible sorrow, sitting in a courtyard full of roses, always filled with the scent of sunshine and flowers." Leila said with her eyes almost closed, as if she was intoxicated with her own memories, and Arrod wondered, isn't this description the life of a nobleman?

"Leila~~~." At that moment, a man's voice came from behind them, awakening Leila from the intoxication of her memories, and when they turned around, they saw that it was Laila's father, Jodo, a man with the title of coward, with a stiff and nervous face.

"Oh, father." Leila hurriedly jumped up to Jodo's side and held his arm, but Jodo ignored his daughter and walked over to Arrode's side and bowed humbly.

"Lord Count."

"Oh, it's Jodo, I was talking to Leila just now." Arrod looked at this man, although he was dressed as a most ordinary farmer, but he always had a hint of mystery on him, but when he saw Chordo's mediocre face, he shook his head in his heart.

"Leila, this kid always can't tell the difference between her dreams and reality, it's all my fault, her mother died early, so she sometimes has fantasies, hehe." Jodo bent over and explained to Arrode.

"It's a flowery age." Arrod was so unimpressed that he raised his hand and waved it, thinking that this was a protective instinct of a father who did not want his daughter to have contact with the nobles, so he left their side in a huff.

"Leila, have you forgotten what I told you?" Seeing that Arold was far away, Jodo warned Lyra.

"Yes, I'm sorry father, but the Earl is a good man." Leila said aggrievedly, lowering her little head and muttering unconvinced, her little hands playing with the corners of her clothes.

"There are no good people in the aristocracy." Jodo frowned and said to Lyra, his only hope now was for Lyra to live her life in peace, and not to have any contact with the filthy and despicable nobles. (To be continued......)